Today is already an anniversary — one month in orbit. It flew by unnoticed, as if we’d launched yesterday. We counted how many of our guys had been in space for more than a month — turns out 13, not counting us. Now, if we keep going, fewer and fewer will remain ahead of us. What can I say after a month of flight? If we landed now, having completed the program, that would be fine. I woke up at noon. Tolya was still asleep. I went on comm; they congratulated us on our month in orbit. Then Tolya woke up and we started working. We decided to film the bath-washing episode — setting up lights and the film camera was a huge hassle. It took about 4 hours, but we got it on film.

In the evening we had a meeting with the composer Temnov, who wrote a song dedicated to us, and we met with the fantasy artist Sokolov, who paints together with Leonov. We have several sketches of his future paintings of Earth from space on board, and he asked us to give him our comments. I didn’t like them; I said the Earth differs from the sketches by having greater contrast, relief, richness of colors, diversity of palette, shades — while the sketches look too smooth. In the evening we had a hot dinner, listened to the World Cup football broadcast — Argentina versus Belgium. Then we asked them to relay any critiques of us that had accumulated over the week. This time they noted the telemetry transmitter incident and the airlock chambers — I’d mixed them up when ejecting a waste container; that’s my fault. Now we’re approaching Soviet territory; I’m going to do geology observations.

1 AM.