Tuesday, 29 July 1873

At last!
At ten, Paul and Walitsky went to the banker and returned successful. At last! At last! After suppositions, oppositions, objections against Vienna, alarms of every kind, fears, misfortunes of every sort that were to befall us in Vienna — here we go!! Here we go!!!!! The departure was, on the whole, very gay. I did not fail to shed tears when people spoke against the journey.
M. and Mme Anitchkoff and Maman came with us as far as Monte Carlo. But here is another adventure: instead of continuing, we stayed at Monte Carlo to gamble and dine, and we are not leaving until tomorrow morning at eight (grey dress, black hat). I played; Maman lost. We dined with the Anitchkoffs. The dinner was very good; here is the menu: soup — I do not know what kind — salmon with shrimp, filet with mushrooms, peas, duck, dessert, grapes, fresh hazelnut cake, and wines.
I was, as always, the life of the party. We enjoyed ourselves greatly.
But my aunt said:
Well then, here we go to Vienna — well, let us suppose that we die, and if I die, you will have no fortune at all; what will you do then? For there is no will!
Then make one, said one of us.
Everyone supported the proposition, M. Anitchkoff too, and from dinner we went straight to our room. I said:
— My dear aunt, everything for me.
And then — I am so gay this evening! This gaiety seized me upon leaving Nice. M. Anitchkoff, as a serious man, dictated the will to me. I could not keep a straight face; at each of his phrases I made remarks and turned everything to ridicule. He was forced to say:
Well, if you put all this nonsense into this copy, then there will be little room left;
I do not take offence; he is a worthy man. If he permits himself more than others, it is because he is a true friend. He corrected it, and my aunt set about copying it. She spoiled several sheets, but at last all was finished. M. Anitchkoff is one of the witnesses. My aunt leaves everything to me, on condition that I pay twenty-five thousand roubles to Dina, twenty-five thousand to Paul, twenty-five thousand to Georges, twenty-five thousand to Maman, and three thousand to Walitsky.
Apart from all these payments, a handsome fortune. We went to the dining room at eleven; since dinner, we had done nothing but write. Maman gave me five hundred francs, still in Nice; Grand-papa, twenty-five roubles. Oh! the miser. Our rooms are numbers 12, 11, 17. Maman lost so much that Paul was sent to Nice to fetch more money.
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In Nice, at lunch, they were saying that Prince Galitzine is making a fool of himself, and his wife said that he tells her she is too old for him.
— Ten years' difference is nothing at all for a man, my husband told me, she said.
Moussinka, I want to marry you to the Duke of Hamilton. Mme Bashkirtseff, I have found the match for her — it is just the thing.
They were speaking of differences in age.
— He is thirty-four, I said, turning to the Princess.
— Twenty years' difference between you and him — it does not matter, she added. Then Maman began a long speech:
— No, what an idea — he has a mistress! A man who has a mistress should not marry. Because the first year he will adore his wife, but after that he will meet his former mistress at a friend's house; he will see her brilliant, surrounded (painted and false, it is true); he will think, "There is a treasure I have lost"; he will return to her, and the wife is cast aside. No — a man who is accustomed to spending his time with a woman, who is accustomed to her! It is impossible.
— Why could he not spend his time at his wife's, as he did at his mistress's? Oh! of course, if the wife takes to making pickles, preserving fruit, wearing a slovenly percale dress, becoming a thrifty housekeeper — of course then the husband will seek distractions. "She is a good housewife," he will say, "I appreciate her, but I cannot love her as one loves a woman."
Those were my words.
Maman:
— No, no, it is impossible — a wife cannot adopt the vices of the mistress, and it is that which pleases men.
Seeing that she was taking it seriously, I did not insist — it would have been improper. She continued:
— If my daughter wishes to consult me, if she asks: "Maman, this man is asking for my hand," and if that man has a mistress, I shall tell her: no, my daughter, it is your misfortune! One may have several cocottes, but when one has a single one — that is the worst; it is incurable. If my son has a mistress, I shall go and beg the parents of his fiancee not to give him their daughter! In short, a man with a mistress is not received in a family home.
And on in this vein for a long time. She fears that Hamilton might prevent my marriage to Miloradovitch. She knows that I am in love; it vexes her. She fears, with reason, that my love for Hamilton will prevent me from marrying the other. She expounds all of Hamilton's vices and all the qualities of the other. But it is those very vices I love! What is a boy of fourteen? A greenhorn! He is handsome, young, rich, alone; he has no mistress, they tell me. He will have one if he hasn't! By God! And that will be worse still. What the devil! Well, I prefer the Duke with all his vices. If he loves me, he will not love another. And that love will be beyond price, because he knows what he loves — a young fool loves everything that wears a skirt.

Notes

"Successful" in English in the original.
"Speech" in English in the original.