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…hut – a spindle the daughter showed me how to make thread. The peasant showed me his shirt, which was home-made and some of his sacking which had been home-made.
      “But the Bolsheviks are crushing that. They want the factory to make everything.”
       The peasant then ate some very thin soup with a scrap of potato. No bread in house.
        The white bread [bought in Moscow Torgsin by GJ] they thought was wonderful.
       The hut had eight ikons, path tawdry & cheap.
       [Diary continues with several more conversations along the railway track…]