Wednesday, March 22:
Start of spring. R. works and says, "Under your protection everything flourishes and succeeds."
From the post office I bring the children a letter and a parcel from their grandmama. The old times rise up before me; I think sorrowfully of Hans, also of the old lady, whose life, I believe, I did make somewhat easier.
As I enter the house, I ask myself: Why did it have to happen just like this? The sounds of Tristan answer me: Richter is playing the third act, and I understand everything!
Drank the Emperor's health.