•
…hut – a spindle the daughter showed me how to make thread.
The peasant showed me his shirt, which was home-made and some of his sacking which had been
home-made.
“But the
Bolsheviks are crushing that. They want the factory to
make everything.”
The peasant
then ate some very thin soup with a scrap of
potato. No bread in house.
The white
bread [bought in Moscow Torgsin by GJ] they thought was wonderful.
The hut had eight ikons, path tawdry & cheap.
[Diary continues with
several more conversations along the railway track…]