Wife of Ivan Bunin, Russian emigrant writer and Nobel Prize Laureate in 1933.
2 h. 20 m. Yesterday we rented Villa Jeanette on Route Napolêon. It was hastily left by the British, who are going to London tomorrow via Paris. We rented it cheap, for 12,000 a year, it costs more.
Soviet troops crossed the Polish border. They say that this is only for the protection of Belarus. I try not to think about Poland - it's so awful.
Britain declared war. This period of our lives is over.
The Muravevs walked in — Igor, Nik and Tanya. They are ruined; they have powerful names in Poland.
We covered the windows with dark blue and black paper yesterday, and made dark blue lampshades. All of Grasse was dark. I saw how shots were fired from the positions. I am sending young people off to war for the third time. The French soldiers do not look like ours, and they go as they are, without harmony, they don’t carry themselves like ours did. But they fight well. I am sorry for them. It was hot for them.