Thursday, 24 April 1873

Fine but windy. I rose an hour earlier than usual — at six I was ready. From seven to half past seven on the terrace.
Mlle Collignon has a headache and I am free.
But here is what happened — first I must say that we quarreled with a Russian family, the Tolstoys, about eight months ago, because our monkey bit their son.
There have been scenes. Mme Tolstoy has an extraordinary hatred against us and spreads the most dreadful and blackest slanders that the human mind can imagine. I do not believe the monkey is the cause — there are some hidden reasons of which we are ignorant. Since then we have been on very bad terms, or rather on no terms at all, except that they make faces at us, stick out their tongues, etc.
In this instance, I can affirm that we are in the right and have deserved nothing of it.
And there had been scenes, even very unpleasant ones. It was therefore perfectly natural that when, going out today by carriage (Maman, Dina, Markevitch, and I), we saw the Tolstoy woman entering our house under the pretext of showing the apartment to friends, we were outraged, and Maman ordered the servants not to let her in, roughly as follows:
— Do not let Mme Tolstoy in. The others may visit, but people who slander us, who do us so much harm, who even write in the newspapers, cannot enter my home.
Despite this, the Tolstoy woman went up and insisted on entering despite the servant's remonstrances. But they managed to prevent her. Maman spoke very well, with dignity and pointedly. The ladies with her said they had been thrown out. Then Maman said:
— You are mistaken, ladies; you may come and visit the apartment, but that woman cannot enter — she is capable of anything; she could steal our letters, our papers.
Afterward, more words exchanged with the Tolstoy woman: a woman, herself a mother, who writes (she wrote us anonymous letters, as well as to many other people, saying the most dreadful things about us) a letter to a child insulting her mother — that is not a woman but a slut.
That was said to her and to him without witnesses; they said nothing but, with their cowardly faces, went away. We are all so stupefied by her audacity that it is beyond all description.
[In the margin: Maman went afterward to old Mme Patton, who received the news with indignation and is entirely on our side. Then to Mme Savelieff, who is very ill.]