Fifth Avenue was entirely filled for several miles with people shouting for joy, grabbing one another, dancing, bearing aloft a coffin for the Kaiser. I rejoiced that the war was over, but in my ears resounded the words of Demchinsky, uttered at the beginning of the war: 'An inglorious war, seven against one!' Yes! Germany had been buffeted right and left before being broken. I went into a beautiful white cathedral. There were quite a number of people inside, mostly women, and the atmosphere was better, although spoilt by the tasteless and triumphalist improvising of an organ. Oh! to have been in Moscow, where instead of these stupid hooters we would have had the pealing of forty bells!