Spent the morning darning my stockings and reading Rupert Brooke. I was
depressed to the point of resignation. It is always blackest before
dawn: at 2 o’clock the Commandant of the house walked in with a
telephone message: “Greetings from Comrade Kameneff, and all is prepared
for you to go and do Lenin in his room to-morrow, from 11 till 4
o’clock.”
It was marvellous news. I went directly to the Kremlin, and with the
help of someone from the Foreign Office, got my stands and clay moved
from my studio to Lenin’s room. I happily had him built up, ready to
work on as soon as the order should come.