April 11, 1935.
Soon Easter holidays will start, but I believe I have mixed feelings about them because I lost my beautiful golden fountain pen on Sunday, April 7, which I loved so much. It was a …(*?) fountain pen and had such a pretty slim neck and a beautifully curved feather and a pleasantly white-blue pattern. My other pen is the opposite of that, of such ugly poison green color. Just now Dizci bácsi tried to sermon me about it which really upset me of course.