Tuesday, 13 January 1874

I had placed a comb and a small mirror under my pillow and I dreamed that Allard was doing my hair; indeed Josephine wakes me saying the hairdresser was waiting. All this proves that I am not in a state to divine the future. Last year I dreamed I was riding a horse, and yesterday that I was having my hair done, and all of it came true.
This animal does not do my hair as I like.
We go to church (sky-blue dress, brown hat, not bad, very ill at ease); the whole time in church I was miserable; there was a moment when I wanted to leave; at last, fortunately, it is over. This dress is very uncomfortable; the bodice is badly made. Moreover the hairstyle was vexing me. I think I was ridiculous.
I go up in fretta to change (blue dress); I let my hair down and I feel relieved.
I propose to the princess and Machenka that they come with me, while the others would go ahead with Auguste; we would take a cab and go to the Reserve and then to the Promenade. But at our house nothing ever goes to plan -- there are obstacles; Maman said they would soon go to Monaco, that we would have Auguste, that I had better keep the two louis she had given me. It was like a cold shower; I go out with them in the landau with the intention of going back to fetch them.
There are not yet many people on the Promenade; as soon as we pass, the Grand Audiffret, who was on foot, climbs into a small carriage and rushes at ours so that one of its fenders breaks, I believe, but it was done on purpose for he did not even turn around.
A month ago he was to be introduced to us by the spiritualist, but that little fool did not introduce him.
I laughed at this adventure -- he exposed himself to ridicule, poor beast! I escort them to the station. I want to take an open carriage, a cab, but Dina in her black dress wants a carriage by the hour; we take a detestable Nice-style elegance. I shall not describe how Papa would not go in a small carriage, how we stayed half an hour at the Baquis, how Georges and Stiopa annoyed everyone, how I would rather have stayed at home than martyrize myself thus. In short the princess and I go in this Nice-style elegance; a spattering dust -- they would do well to water the road a little. I wanted to move to the landau but we searched for it a long time; it was only after twice enduring the hateful gaze of the monkey Lambertye, who was with the Labanoffs and a bataclan of gentlemen -- to be thus exposed to all the dust! I was beside myself; I could have wept. At last, the landau; I take my seat in it with joy.
I am pleased with myself for I no longer blush at random, as I used to blush for Wittgenstein, for Audiffret, even sometimes for the monkey Lambertye. I was in the midst of saying my triple Miserere when Wittgenstein passes -- he is not drunk. Lord Falkner is very often far from being in a state of temperance; this morning we met him arm in arm with a gentleman, and drunk as a pig. I do not think the Duke of Hamilton drank so much; it would show on his face, and he was perfectly fresh.
It is a miserable day! I have been so unhappy and miserable since morning. I see everyone happy and content, in society, satisfied, ed io sol uno m'apparecchiavo a sostenere la guerra si del cammino e si della pietate che ritrarrà a mente chi non crede.
Good God, will the whole year be as disagreeable for me?
I cannot see the bataclans at the Strait of Flies without envy, for I am envious! I feel dusty, miserable, unhappy. In short, I was supremely glad to go home and sit at the piano.
Tomorrow is the first grand competition; I send for a cab. At eight in the evening I put on my conspirator, very convenient at night, and with the princess we go to the station to learn the time of the special train; it is cold and pleasant. At the station there is not a soul except a man asleep on a bench in the corner. But fortunately we find a notice. One must have special tickets, to be procured among other places at the secretariats of the principal hotels. We go to Chauvain's, but it is too late; besides, one can get them at the entrance of the first-class waiting room.
I say to pass by the Promenade; arriving opposite Centifolia's we turn and go home.
My cheeks were pinched by the cold, and I like that.
I hope (after that "I hope" I reread today's entry) I hope that the whole year will not be like today.
My God, what a way to spend our first of January!
I dined well; that is a consolation.

Notes

In Italian in the original. "In a hurry."
In English in the original.
In Italian in the original. From Dante, Inferno II: "And I alone was preparing to sustain the war, both of the journey and of the pity, which memory, that errs not, shall retrace."