Got up at seven. This morning: geophysical experiments, Korund, and station work.

In the morning Ryumin came on the link and congratulated us — we’ve passed the last milestone: 185 days in flight, the record he reached with Lyosha Popov, and now we’re going further. He says: “Not much left. You’re flying well, keep it up.”

At half past noon they showed the funeral of L.I. Brezhnev on television. We too observed a moment of silence.

In the morning I looked at myself and got a fright — my face is covered in red blotches of irritation, my back is peeling. All in all, it’s rough. And the only salvation is work. Just now I was working on the Sun and I feel I’ve singed my eye.