Second installment from the diary of my great-grandfather’s sister Alise, written during the First World War, just a few miles from the front lines of the Eastern Front. For the background, see here.

June 27, 1915

My thirtieth birthday. Already!! I haven’t lived in vain. I am at peace in my life. There is enough of everything. How many acquaintances and relatives are already past thirty, and are already in the breeze… I got 100 rubles from the husband for a piano.