Friday, 9 January 1874

At ten o'clock Auda came, but she says she can do nothing for today; Maman is distressed and my aunt scolds and cries, recalling every example of our thoughtlessness. I too was a little vexed, which did not prevent me from declaring coldly that I do not much care about going, but Maman absolutely insists that I go, tells me to dress and meets me in the dining room (brown dress, not bad). We get into a cab and go into town with the dress. I was thinking of going to Gonin's and did not dare say so when Maman proposed it. I consent. The weather is gloriously beautiful.
It has been more than two years since we went to Gonin's; it is a solemn meeting. But she is very amiable and wants to fix this famous dress. She has new salons and everything is very well appointed. From there we go to Simone's, for Nadia's boots, her dress, her stockings, my stockings, etc. etc. Manby has a dress exactly like the Galves'. We saw the countess's children -- they are adorable, and one should know that I do not like children, so if I say adorable!..
Lunch passes quickly and I go upstairs; all do the same shortly after. I have a tired face, as always when I go to bed after midnight. The coiffure is ready in five minutes, as every day, but the dress is another matter: instead of two o'clock it was brought at half past four. Ten times they grew impatient -- not I; I waited quite calmly. The Strikers had come at two o'clock and were sent to the Howards' at half past three with Paul and Nadia, quite proud of her outfit (a green and white dress from the second ball at Baden) and of her entourage. This child shows promise; she only likes men.
This is what my room presented: I was seated in corset and petticoats to the left of the mirrored wardrobe, Maman paced and now and then sat down agitated, Machenka in an armchair near the closet, the princess in the south-west corner, Dina near the bed and on the bed my aunt who was scolding the whole time. They irritated me a little, these dogs, especially Machenka with her:
-- Certainly they will not bring it.
Maman and my aunt were deploying staircase wit in all its magnificence. Suddenly Maman, who had gone out of the room, returns with the box and the dress, and in a twinkling of the eye I am ready; it is arranged well enough. It is half past four, I believe. At last we set off.
Miserere!
Striker no. 2 and Paul were waiting for us at the door; I enter with Striker. The Ball takes place in the dining room, the buffet in the study, for music a piano. Helene, Lise, and Mme Howard receive me -- why so late etc. etc. etc.
I explained this by a fever of my aunt's. Everyone says to me: How late, or something of the sort. I had been engaged for the cotillion yesterday by Striker no. 2. It was the cotillion that was being danced. At the entrance to the room were all the mothers, Mme Apletcheieff, Kondratieff, etc. etc.
They do not light the candles for an hour. The Boutowsky girls in blue vicuna, not bad. The schoolmistress's daughter is rather pretty; she kept smiling at me, trying to talk to me, and on leaving shook the hand. As for boys, the Barters, Tibet, Allen, and many others. The Orgeskis, the Anitchkoffs, the little Prodgers girls, and on and on.
All the same, the cotillion was pretty; I was always surrounded. The two Ajax brothers -- for no. 1 was with his partner beside me and was not speaking to her -- and Tibet who was fanning me. Around six o'clock all the little ones leave and only we remain, the Boutowsky girls, the boys, and a few others. Young Ajax gave me a rose that I am keeping; it will be a talisman: when I want to subjugate I shall wear it in a locket. I had this idea tonight. How amusing it is to have followers and to never pay more attention to one than another. It is not of these boys that I speak, for they are children, but in general. One orders them, one commands them, they obey with rapture while I am always the same, always equal.
I have become very cold, cold as an Englishwoman. Dina gets excited and has proposed a party at our house on the eighth of January by the Russian calendar; at about seven o'clock we part. We take Ajax no. 2 home, not knowing that Paul, whom a young American is escorting along with him, has invited no. 1 to our house. My boots were pinching too much.
After dinner I take "Les Echos" and find in it "The Marriage of the Duke of Hamilton." It is more or less the same as in Galignani's. They begin: "The Duke of Hamilton is a personage too well known in Nice for one not to be interested in the details" etc. etc. etc. I was being silly and Papa was enraged. We spoke of Baden, (Katsai) and Hamilton; Papa spoke of Hamilton as a dirty redhead and a man careless of his person, a monster. Then he said he prefers him to Carlo who is too elegant, for he even often -- on the seams it was threadbare and dirty. I was happy. But I am mad.
Since his marriage, I am like a rose dipped in hot water. I used to think I would always be gay and lively and childish; never was a thought to be caught on my face; I believed I would always hop on one foot and come running to throw myself on a sofa on returning from the Promenade. I told myself I would not be like the others who are comparatively serious and reserved, and indeed I was not supposed to change. I did not understand how this seriousness comes, how from childhood one passes to the state of a young woman; I asked myself how it comes -- little by little or in a single day? I believed it would never come for me, for I did not know what causes it. But it would be a marvel, a miracle if I did not change, and since miracles do not exist, I have changed.
What ripens, what changes and develops, is misfortune or love; if I were a wit I would say they are synonymous, but I say no such thing, for love is the most beautiful thing in the world, and when one does not love one does not live. It is vast.
I compare myself to water that is frozen at the bottom and only stirs at the surface, for nothing interests me, nothing amuses me in my depths (see in the preceding notebooks, my deep madness).
Walitsky and Stiopa, returning from Monaco, told me that Collignon had arrived and was married.

Notes

In English in the original.