7th December I dreamed that Joseph Alexeevich was sitting in my house, and that I was very glad and wished to entertain him.

It seemed as if I chattered incessantly with other people and suddenly remembered that this could not please him, and I wished to come close to him and embrace him.

But as soon as I drew near I saw that his face had changed and grown young, and he was quietly telling me something about the teaching of our order, but so softly that I could not hear it.

Then it seemed that we all left the room and something strange happened.