Wednesday, 31 December 1873

I felt like going to see Le Canard a trois becs. Walitsky went to find a small ground-floor box and we go, but the pleasure is no doubt poisoned by all manner of unpleasantness and scoldings, as usual -- although to this day I have not yet grown accustomed to it. I do not dress up; I go in my old violet dress and stay behind everyone. There are not many people, but I stop, for only ten minutes remain before midnight -- the beginning of the new year. She meets it with him; I am shut up in my room, hair loose, in my nightgown; before me his photograph and the clock from the salon, which I have just carried in to hear midnight strike. One must, they say, write what one desires while midnight strikes. I wait, trembling; I wait... four minutes more, three minutes.... two minutes; I tremble... half a minute! To marry a very rich English duke, to live -- my heart beats like a hammer; I can scarcely breathe; I had time only to write these few words. I meant to say to live as I love, but I had time only for to live.
So here is the new year 1874! Hail! I pray God that He will make it happy for me.
She meets this year with him, and I, all alone, with a bit of his nape and his back before me. It is all the same rather stupid.
I was looking at something in a shop when I felt myself seized by the waist; I turn -- it is Mme Antonsky. We were both very pleased; she has married her daughter to M. Warrodel; it appears they are the happiest people on earth, etc. etc. I take her to Monier's, where Maman was with my aunt and Dina. Everyone is happy.
I walked the Promenade from one end to the other, to the fashionable spot; I caught sight of Count Lambertye, who thinks it his duty to look at me (blue dress, brown hat, good). It is extremely cold and gray. I think now of all the happy people who are so gay at this moment. Take Nice: no doubt at Mme Prodgers's an elegant company awaited midnight, champagne glass in hand; and at Gioia's there must have been some extraordinary cataclysm. Everyone is content, at this moment at least. But in our house everything passes as among animals; I can say nothing, so grieved and mortified am I.

^[In English in the original.]
[In the margin: A dinner in the antique style, reclining on couches (in costume).]
No difference from other evenings -- shabbily dressed, one sits downstairs, then goes to sleep; as -- no, worse than animals. Truly I am grieved. I cannot live like this. Oh my God, deliver me from this odious way of life! Forgive my sins and cease to punish me! And if one invited someone, it would be the Anitchkoffs. Oh my God, why can I not express how unhappy this makes me? It is not ridiculous -- those who have already lived as I love may be weary of it and prefer calm, and even, for a change, the vulgar. But I -- I! My God, I hope Thou wilt have pity on me! That Thou wilt deliver me, because I believe in Thee! Oh great God, change this detestably odious and insupportable life!
So absorbed am I by all these unpleasantnesses that I forget Hamilton. When one has a headache, one must cut the skin -- one pain will make you forget the other, but will not calm it.
LONG LIVE THE YEAR 1874! GOD PROTECT ME!
[Undated] Edy knows Maman, etc.; today he met Walitsky and says that tomorrow he and Willy embark for Cairo on their sailboat. I proposed at table to go there -- seriously. But by sail it is too long. Then Bete speaks of the duke's steamer; then I know not who speaks of his honeymoon visits by steamer.