Friday, September 25:
For both of us, a very bad night. R. also dreamed that I wanted to leave him together with Fidi, and he could only resolve silently never to let me for a moment out of his sight.
He cannot work and is despondent, but always finds pleasure in Fidi; he says it is a perpetual joy to watch him. I work with the children. In the afternoon walked up to the theater with R. and the children.
Fine evening, but R. unfortunately not well. No reading except for some bits from a book of sketches about St. Petersburg society, very trivial.