All the days of the visiting expedition’s stay we’ve been sleeping 3-4 hours. After arriving, Sasha Ivanchenkov’s back started hurting — apparently his spine is stretching. I offered him my sleeping bag, since my bunk has the option of bracing your feet against the airlock chamber. When you brace against it and press your head to the wall, it feels better.

In the morning I wake up: Jean is lying next to me, Tolya above me, Sasha Ivanchenkov along the starboard side, and Volodya Dzhanibekov upside down with his feet toward us. I get up early to check the service systems and start heating water; also need to wash up quickly — five people on board now, after all.

At 8 we turn on music and the guys gradually get up. We dress, have breakfast, and get to work. Between experiments, when he’s free, Jean grabs the film or photo camera and shoots the Earth.

He gets carried away and sometimes shoots without a light filter, or forgets to set the film sensitivity. And sometimes, like Karlsson-on-the-Roof, he flies above us watching how we work. He keeps complaining to the ground that there are too many TV broadcasts, which happen exactly when we’re passing over France, and he can’t look at his homeland.

He was amazed by how we work in the dark. Five people, all at their instruments, signal lights blinking in colors on the panels, flashlights flickering in hands, flashes from the engines in the windows, the dull thuds of engine firings audible — and we, silently, like bats, fly through the black volume of the station. A scene from science fiction.

We worked two orbits on two constellations in one shadow pass. At the start we did orientation with the “Delta” system, and in the second shadow we did programmed rotations on gyroscopes by settings. At the shadow’s end we switched to a fourth constellation in manual orientation mode.

The video recorder in the “Echograph” stopped working in playback mode. We hope the experiment recordings went through.

In the evening we started preparing items for return. There’s a lot: film and photo cassettes, magnetic recorder tapes, biological experiment results, capsules with crystals, and so on. Volodya Dzhanibekov packed them in the ship all night. Everything has to be securely tied down so nothing breaks loose during landing.

Over dinner, all together at the table, we spoke of how the work was interesting and now we’d await results. Jean said he was amazed by the high professional mastery of each of us and by how we fought to complete the French program. After dinner we wrote letters home and stamped envelopes with the onboard postmarks. Volodya gave Tolya a haircut in the intermediate compartment. I went to sleep around 4 AM.