Day off. Meeting with families. Our loved ones came, but we’re sitting there looking gloomy. We’re tired and sick of each other. Ours sensed it and ask: “Why so glum?” — but there’s no enthusiasm in their voices either; they themselves no longer know what to talk about. In the afternoon I repaired Niva again, consulting with Mission Control, and it worked — tonight I’ll get up to film the Far East. Right now I’m cleaning the recorder heads by running a special tape through it.

I watched the sunrise and sunset. You’d rarely see such a horizon even in space. We’ve observed it for the second time — so many colors: blue, burgundy, yellow, dark blue, red, brown, black, white, greenish. And how many shades!

The day passed. We’re busy stamping envelopes and letters with the onboard Salyut-7 seal.