In the morning Kobzev, our doctor, wakes me up. Turns out the doctors are waiting. The examination begins — blood from the finger, from the vein. The girls feed us home-style: whatever we want, they cook and bring to our bedside.

My whole body is covered not in hair but in fur, about five centimeters long. The hair has especially grown on the backside. Yura, the trainer, asks: “Why didn’t it grow on your head?” “Because even in space you think with your head, and you don’t sit on it, so the hair doesn’t get rubbed off.” During the day I talked with Lyusya — there’s a direct phone line to home in my room. In the evening, a bath. I’m already walking more easily, though I still sway and get pulled to the side. Lung capacity is unchanged — 5000 liters (probably milliliters, though — editor’s note), same as before the flight. Blood and urine are good, with the changes expected after a long-duration flight. Tolya’s urine shows some deviations. Our masseuse, Maria Fyodorovna, has been doing massage and therapeutic exercises from the very first days. We’re recovering quickly, considering that we landed without anti-g suits. It’s 2 AM now; tomorrow is a rest day. Vitalik’s portrait is with me again, standing by my bed, just as it was in space.