1.  Don’t have much time.  Just been called to the factory.  The worst calls always come from the factory.  Frustrating day.  The Professor refused my help.  Idiot.  Lives under the misconception that his doctorate in fine art makes him a medical expert as well.  I would have been interested to see him Malitskoe.  Probably would have told the dying peasants they all just had rheumatism.  I don’t mind not seeing him.  Just wish I hadn’t rode so far for a wasted trip.  Poor Vanya, I don’t know how the man puts up with it.  And Sonya, poor thing.  His wife, too.  Far too good looking for a man like him.  Well.  If I ride hard, and if the accident isn’t too horrendous, I might be home in time to check up on my new grove.  The young trees are growing nicely.  They should be quite beautiful.

2.  My head.  Is throbbing.  My god, why did I drink so much again?  Ugh.  What a strange night.  That was the LAST time I visit that old windbag of a professor.  Rheumatism?  Please.  And Vanya has become increasingly mopey.  He’s simply not as much fun to drink with anymore.  Spends all his time pining over Yelena Andreyevna.  Which is understandable, I suppose.  She is…unusual.  One of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.  I must confess, I find myself increasingly looking for excuses to encounter her. Strange, especially considering her general state of idleness, which I on principle despise.  If only she…but no, she is who and what she is.  And poor Sonya, she…well, she is a good girl.  She deserves better than this.  I cannot stand that house.  It represents absolutely everything I hate in this world.  Yes, I will not be returning, at least not for a while.  Akh, what am I doing?  I’m late for an appointment.  I must be on my way.

3.  She wants to see my maps!  At last, after days and days of suffering through banal conversation with the rest of this nightmarish house, at last the two of us will be alone together!  I didn’t think I was capable of really wanting anything anymore, but I want this!  I want her.  She must know why I come here every day, she must.  Today is the day!  I must gather my maps and be off.  But first, some vodka for the nerves!

4.  I feel as if I have been forcibly woken from a deep sleep, and I am not sure if my dream was pleasant, or if it was a nightmare.  I have left the house.  I will not return for a long, long time.  Yelena is gone for good.  I will never see her again.  Vanya may forgive me, in time.  And Sonya…for her sake, I can’t come back for a while.  Yelena was right, she doesn’t deserve it.  Yelena…was she even real?  Did the past month even happen?  All I have to remember her is a backlog of patient visits and a barren patch of land that used to be a budding forest.  This is for the best.  Now, things can finally return to normal.  I can replant the trees.  Things will be back to normal.  I’m just not sure if that makes me happy or not.  I just feel…tired.