Saturday. We slept until 11 o’clock. Came on the air. Suddenly we hear Levitan’s voice: “Good morning, Elbruses. The shift congratulates you on an excellently performed spacewalk. Well done, keep it up. And now please report on your condition and give the station pressure from the pressure-vacuum gauge. Don’t forget to turn on the food warmer. Bon appetit.”

Had a meeting with Lyusya. She came with Tanya Loseva. A fine woman. She speaks with sensitivity. Reads the situation. My dear one is nervous for some reason and sometimes says things a bit off the mark. We carried out the EVA work well, but a residue remains from the interaction with the ground. They rush, cut you off, and don’t sense our mood. Talked with Zhenya Kobzev. He keeps asking us questions, while we’re the ones waiting for information from him. He says the same thing: “How are you? How do you feel?” No analysis whatsoever; I can’t get objective information about how management and Mission Control regard us.

All day we put the spacesuits into storage mode. In my suit the main fan is acting up, and a dent has appeared on the helmet — 20 millimeters in diameter with a slight metal gouge. I must have hit some protruding structural element in the transfer compartment. Good thing the helmet’s metal shell is double-walled.