Friday, June 24:
Midsummer's Day. Up very early, listened to the birds, great melancholy. Departure of Daniela, who is going to see her father in Weimar. Then to the hospital on account of our good Rausch, who died last night.
Home again, many tears. R. told Lusch above all to remain cheerful. Interrupted by Count and Countess Nako; I show them the sights. R. admires my ability to do such things, but I scarcely hear what the strangers around me are saying. Thunderstorm. A short evening, since my sleepless night left me very tired. R. came across Mozart's Lacrimosa and played it to me; our flowers and ribbons for this year. R. reads to me several things from the Count's book. We go to bed early.