Tuesday, 17 February 1874

I go into town with Maman, to the flower market, and to buy two pink dominos -- for Dina and for me. I do not know at what hour we go out; there is sunshine, it is fine; it goes without saying that there are more floats, more carriages, and more costumes than yesterday. I had prepared a bouquet with a note -- Why do you laugh? -- for Mme Pristitiff; she was at the prefecture, and I did not see her, for each time we were battling too wildly.
I received a quantity of bouquets and several bonbon boxes. At the corner before Visconti's, the four windows were occupied by Russian gentlemen with whom we fought terribly yesterday; as soon as they saw us coming, they all rushed forward, and as if on purpose we always stopped at that spot. Today, by chance, I threw them a bouquet; from that moment they never stopped sending me more. Several people had those bouquet launchers. It seems to me I was given more flowers than anyone else -- I do not speak of those who know each other, but of everyone in general. The Beak received nothing from me, nor did the baron; I did not see them at the carnival, but only afterwards.
As the carriages were too numerous for the circuit, we stopped at every step -- it was enough to put one to sleep. Near the Hotel de la Grande-Bretagne I see the count on foot, in a terrible state. We had no more confetti (as always, after the Visconti corner), and had to throw flowers mixed with confetti, to which he replied with flowers too -- several large bunches of violets, which he handed to Maman. Then, when he got into the Obelisk's landau, in a pink domino,
we covered the Obelisk with flowers; she had no more -- What a pity I have no more flowers. She has a large, frank, stupid, beautiful, and kind face.
I was glad to have met Lambertye, for he is like an acquaintance. I saw everyone and everything. The most elegant float was Gioia's -- violets and camellias. They had no dominos but magnificent white costumes and headdresses of Chinese crepe and violets. It was very gay, but I did not much enjoy myself; I no longer know how to enjoy myself without society. I do not understand living in the street; society makes everything for me. If we had acquaintances at the carnival I should enjoy myself enormously, but as it is...
After dinner we go to Rumpelmayer's, then to see the illumination and the burning of the carnival. At the prefecture there is a reception -- that is where I wish Maman were, and not here in a carriage. In the first carriage are Dina, Maman, my aunt, Machenka, and I; in the other are Stiopa, Bete, Walitsky, and Paul. The Anitchkoffs follow behind -- what a stupid entourage!
I had begged long ago to go this evening to the masquerade; I renew my prayers, and Maman, with a detestable, lamentable air, sends for a box while we admire the illumination. But at that very instant the torments and the hell begin. Every time there are scenes, but this time they made me weep, they unstrung me, and I came home with the firm resolution not to go. Stiopa and Machenka and Paul know this, and so...
It is true that it is a rather strange and improper escapade, but it is not a sin. How they martyrised me! It is not that they forbade me to go -- not at all; on the contrary, I am sure they had no wish to prevent it. But it is the habit of poisoning everything; nothing was ever done as in other families -- always with persecutions, tears, scoldings, endless unpleasantness. When I think of it my tears begin to flow; it is the family's greatest misfortune, this poisoning of all pleasures... Almighty God, will it never change?! (The Howards were at Visconti's.)
Let us return to this wretched veglione. Dina weeps, I weep, Maman suffers -- there is the beginning. After thirty-seven persecutions, we go all the same. I no longer wished to, but they begged me, and to avoid longer and more disagreeable speeches I go. All in black, as is Dina, without dominos.
Paul and Walitsky in pink dominos. We were not elegant (I, always, but the others); but we were unrecognisable, which was what was needed. It is midnight; the Tutcheffs are there, without masks; and all the whites from Gioia's float -- their costumes are ravishing. The ball has not yet begun; we see two dances, very simple, like country dances in summer. Besides, I am fogged by all our harassments and could neither see nor understand almost anything. At a quarter to one we leave.
It is stupid; with our misfortunes one can have no pleasure.