It is like a man swimming in a river with an enormous overflow. As long as the man isn’t in the middle current, but in the overflow, he has to swim himself, to row, and here he can be guided by the course taken in swimming by other people. Here also I could direct people while I myself approach the current. But as soon as we enter the current, then there is no guide and cannot be. We are all carried along by the strength of the current, all in one direction, and those who were behind can be in front. When a man asks where shall he swim, that only shows that he has not yet entered the current and that he from whom he asks, is a poor guide if he were unable to bring him into the current, i.e., to that state in which it is impossible--because it is senseless--to ask. How ask where to swim, when the current with irresistible force is drawing me in a direction that is joyous to me? People who submit themselves to a guide, who have faith in him and listen to him, undoubtedly wander in the dark together with their guide. I think I have finished _Art_. _Dec. 3. Y. P. If I live._ My work on _Art_ has cleared up much for me. If God commands me to write artistic things, they will be altogether different ones. And to write them it will be both easier and more difficult. We shall see. _To-day, Dec. 6, Moscow._ On the 4th I went to Dolgoe.[261] I had a very tender impression from the ruined house; a swarm of memories. Almost two days that I haven’t written. I only prepared the chapters on _Art_ and packed my things ... I have jotted down nothing. I woke feeling badly. _Dec. 7, Moscow._ ... I was at Storozhenko’s.[262] Kasatkin was here[263] in the evening. I asked for examples. In the morning I corrected _Art_. I jotted down nothing: there is much bustle. Health good. _Dec. 8, Moscow. If I live._ _To-day, 11th._ I have already spent so many days in Moscow. I have done almost nothing, only corrected _Art_. A pile of people and letters. Thank God the most important is good, i.e., I have done nothing that I ought not to have done. To-day I wrote a letter to Gali. It seems to me that the divisions of _Art_ have turned out just as they were before. A sad impression was produced by what N told about Chertkov[264] and by the letter of Ivan Michailovich. Moreover, A, B, C, D,--they are all suffering. Well, it is forgivable in them, but how can a Christian suffer? During this time N N’s condition became clear. He is mentally diseased, like all people who are non-Christians. I have consented to give to Troubetskoi by instalments.[265] A sad letter from Chertkov. I want to write to him. _Dec. 12, Moscow. If I live._ _To-day, the 13th. Morning._ I wrote a letter to the Chertkovs. It seems to me I have corrected the 16th chapter very well. Yesterday I read the correspondence of Z on the sex-problem and I was very indignant and I spoke disagreeably to him at Rusanov’s.