Monday, 15 September 1873

I am lazy; my alarm rings at five o'clock, I reset it to six and sleep until seven. If I am half an hour late, the whole day is ruined -- I do nothing more. That is what happens today. Neither English, nor Italian, nor Latin. Nothing, in a word. But I had a conversation lesson with Hitchcock; that is more useful than all the rest.
For the first time today I spoke Italian. Poor Michelezzi nearly fainted or threw himself out the window. I am pleased with myself; I can say that I speak Russian, French, English, and Italian. I am learning German and Latin. I study seriously. The day before yesterday I had my first physics lesson. Ah! how satisfied I am with myself. What a great happiness that is.
I received Le Derby. I discover that the Duke has quantities of horses. The races at Baden have taken place. How I wish I were there. Nothing prevents me, but I will not go; I must study, and with a heavy heart I read the races, the horses, etc. etc. I make an effort, calm myself with great difficulty, and console myself by saying: Now let us study; our turn will come! if God wills it.
I read this journal and my eyes shine, my fingers are frozen, and if I speak, my voice trembles. There is no doubt about it. I adore, I adore, I adore horses. They are my life, my soul, my happiness. By chance I cracked my riding crop and heard the same whistling in the air, as at the races. I leapt up -- I did not know where I was. Ah! look, it is better not to speak of it!
I go riding, but the saddle is abominable; the knee roll turned and the saddle itself shifted to the left. The horse Cosaque is charming. On the promenade I see a pretty and graceful woman -- it is Gioia; I recognised her after passing her. I turn back, of course; she walks with Soubise -- fie! From the end of the promenade I must turn back, but as I pass Tanerie, who is beside Gioia, dogs throw themselves under my horse's feet and it stops, but I beat it and it did not have time to halt fully and continued, though unsteadily.
-- Take your dogs; they are stopping the horses! I said to the donkey-driver, in a fury.
The two women were there. But I only noticed them after speaking. My voice did not fail me, and I spoke well.
I must have felt very unwell to dismount, for I could barely get to Mouton's. I returned the horse with a scolding and got back into the carriage.
At the London House I go with the Beast for something, chocolate. We were speaking English and rather freely, when I noticed that the lady at the counter understood us. The Beast continued with her du...ke -- this time duke. I prefer "duke" to "duc." I told her how Carlo tied a pig to his foot and walked about in Baden (a story from Walitsky). She advised me to get a cow. "When you take a stroll with your brother-in-law Carlo, you with a cow and he with a pig, it will be very nice. And the duke your husband will pass and say: How, my dear, what is this madness?" But truly this picture is delicious. We have talked enough nonsense this evening, dear me!
When I said he is married, the Beast replied:

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