Friday, 3 October 1873

Lemp does not come; the school term has begun. Paul has been accepted as a day student, of course, in the fourth form, to my great satisfaction. At home he could never study regularly.
They go to search Palajka's belongings -- it is a disagreeable ceremony, as if someone had died. I was upset and ashamed for Palajka; as for Maman, she is in despair and wants to forgive. They found jewellery, linen, and several small things belonging to us. But Maman is only angrier for it. And as Bete says:
"They examine the stolen things and, out of pity, recognise only a quarter."
I went out for only an hour with Bete and Papa.
I come home and find the whole buia compagna playing croquet. I stop there. Khalkionoff is playing. Walitsky has invented a fine wager: Trifon must kill a bat; for each good shot he receives a franc from Walitsky, Paul, and Khalkionoff; if he misses, he must plunge his head into the stream that runs around the washing-basin!!! Twice, the poor creature, he plunged in, but he earned six francs (in this stream there are frogs and other horrors). I offered better: I give three francs, which makes twelve since there are four of us, but if he misses, he must lie down whole in the stream. Unfortunately I did not have time to carry it out; they call us to dinner.
The poor man, before each shot, said a prayer aloud. It is very amusing. At dinner, Dina says:
"The 7th of January, Walitsky's feast day; the 8th, mine; and the 12th, Marie's. I know what I shall give you, Marie."
She looked at me; I understood it was the portrait of Gioia, and I guessed right.
"You know, don't you?" she continues. "Two -- you know, the one and the other."
I understood again that the other photograph is of the Duke, and again I guessed right.
"The first, yes, but the other -- I do not know what you mean."
"Bah, as if you can't guess."
"Not at all, I assure you -- the first yes, but the other no. Well, give them all the same, and we shall see."
"There, you see -- you know."
"But you won't be able to get them -- from where and how?"
"Oh! Don't you worry -- when I set about being brave, it goes to the point of madness; I am capable of asking her herself."
"Oh my, oh my! You, the innocent little lamb, the sheep-lady? Well! Am I to believe it? Will you bet you won't give me both?"
"Will you bet I shall?"
"Very well -- one louis only; that is modest."
"Done for one louis."
"But where will you get the two? I know who one is, but I don't know the other."
"Oh! You know, and I shall give it -- a frame trimmed in cherry and grey."
"You won't be able to get it."
"Yes, I shall knock him out -- no, I shall approach him and tell him that I love -- no, that there is a person who loves redheads: give me your portrait."
Here she said something silly, and all the seriousness of the beginning evaporated.
"Nonsense, my dear; I thought it was serious."
"Yes, it is serious -- no matter how, but I shall have both, unless he does not come to Nice."
Everyone was talking and shouting, and amid this noise these words were exchanged. In truth, I should like such a gift. But I -- I am capable of speaking to her, for a bet, of asking to visit her house and asking for her portrait. But a hundred thousand times alas! There is no suitable bettor!!! I go up to Dina's room and ask if we are betting on both.
"For one, yes, of course -- we are betting."
But what a fool I am. Can one imagine such a thing? Just picture: I blush when Elder names Addy! I cannot discover the cause!!!!!!!!
Everyone goes to the Theatre; same show as yesterday.
I gave a comic speech on the beauty of lips, declaring of course that mine are the prettiest. Khalkionoff is present. He is a simple boy, but he is not repulsive -- on the contrary. Everyone goes off to the theatre; Bete, Papa, and I remain a while longer. At dinner, Dina tells me I resemble Gioia -- she did not say the name, but:
"You look like..." and I understood. Indeed, I have changed my hairstyle -- that is, I place the comb in the middle instead of forward as in the Walery photograph " Thou ravest." I have a part in front, the back is well filled, and... and I dare not say it... I somewhat recall Gioia, but in an ugly version. Bete assures me I resemble her; Dina too.
If only I were half as beautiful!
I find her beautiful because he finds her beautiful, and for this same reason I... I do not know what I feel. This sentiment is vague, uncertain, new; I cannot understand it, but it burns me (deeply felt).

Notes

In English in the original.
In English in the original.
In Italian in the original: "dark company" -- from Dante's Inferno (Canto 22).
In English in the original -- Marie's caption for her photograph.