Monday, 7 July 1873

Yesterday I was very irritable — I do not know why; I wept. The heat was unbearable. I took the first book that came to hand and began to read to calm myself. Indeed, within an hour I was calm and even gay. The heat unnerves me, and boredom even more. I have no desire to go out, for I shall see no one. I am bored in the fullest sense of the word.
Today I took my first English lesson with Miss Elder. She teaches fairly well but is rather young, and experience is very much wanting in her — that is not a fault. She improves on acquaintance. I take two hours three times a week; today I finished at a quarter past two, the rest — three quarters of an hour — we talked. It will always be thus, and I hope I shall speak well and quickly.
Princess Galitzine dined with us in the evening. After a carriage ride we went to the Folies — that is, the Princess, Dina, and Paul. I, wanting only to see Plessis (the actor who represents thirty-six different faces magnificently), went with Maman to eat ices near the Cafe de la Victoire — in the carriage, one can go there. I had intended to arrive just for Plessis's scene, but I came a little early and found the vaudeville especially very proper (grey dress, good). Then at last Plessis — he portrayed ages from twenty to a hundred without leaving the stage, and very well. The best likenesses were Wilhelm, Gambetta, Napoleon I, and Garibaldi. The others were perhaps as good, but not knowing the people, I cannot judge. The fact is that the variety of expressions is remarkable; Garibaldi and Napoleon I were astonishing — especially the latter, quite the portrait, but magnificent. The theatre is mostly filled with common people. There were the tutors of Russian, English, German, French, etc. Keldal, one of the creditors or hangers-on of Mme Galitzine — she says every time that he is in love with me. How that disgusts me! I can bear women who are teachers, actresses, and in general of the second and third rank, but men — I tolerate only those of the first. I cannot look without disgust at anyone other than men of the first quality. All the rest repel me to such a point that I cannot look at them, and if by extreme misfortune I find myself in the same room, I am on pins — I am wretched. In short, they disgust me, there it is!
After Plessis we departed. Maman and I went for a walk in the garden under an admirable moonlight.