Saturday, March 20:
The mail brings nothing but an abusive letter from Breslau, the third from there, and a large drawing, Sachs and Eva, from the King. Unfortunately this is very ugly.
R. does a little work; I am doing my embroidery and busying myself with the children, when I notice a peculiar expression in Loldi’s eyes which worries me; it seems like a touch of deceitfulness.
Snow is falling again; spring and winter are locked in battle, likewise the evil and good spirits of my fate. I still do not know whether I shall see the children again!
In the evening dictation, after we had inspected the plan of Odysseus’s house.