Wednesday, 25 February 1874

This morning a letter is opened and... it comes from Dominica Pavlovna; she announces the death of her son. We knew from the newspapers that he killed himself with a dagger, but his mother says nothing of the causes. We are appalled -- how to tell Dina that her brother is dead.
During his illness he begged that his photograph be sent to Moussia, "whom he has loved hopelessly since childhood." Dominica Pavlovna adds these disagreeable, surprising and strange lines.
[Crossed out: He writes, she says alwa]
He kept, she says, my photograph near him. I do not wish to know it; I understand nothing of it.
They confine themselves to telling Dina that he is dying. I go out with everyone; Maman and my aunt go to Monaco and Machenka and I go to villa 55, which is truly beautiful and charming, and with the addition of the two large rooms it will be magnificent. We visit and examine the house, the pavilion, the stables, the garden, everything. In seven days there will be higher bids; I am afraid someone will take it from us. Well then, it will be fate -- we are not meant to have a villa in Nice. Speaking coolly, I do not know whether to laugh or weep over this purchase.
Our position in Nice is wretched; I had hoped for an improvement from a change, but with the villa we do not change.
Will God not grant me the grace of letting us live as I wish? We walk about there, on the terraces, waiting for the carriage and for Dina, who comes in two hours, and when we were already (brown dress -- good) walking on the promenade, impatient from waiting.
There is almost no one. Nice is tedious; there are few people, or they are hiding.
Maman went to Monaco to return to Princess Souvoroff the money the other had lent her. They always talk, and the princess more than Maman; the last time she pressed Maman to take money, and as Maman said to her:
-- You do not know me.
-- You are mistaken; I know you very well.
I should like Dina not to learn of this death until after the concert at Derwies's. I so want to go. If only God will let us buy 55. Diadia visited it with us; I think he is envious. I never used to think ill of people, but they have made me think ill -- those in the house, by saying that such and such a person envies or slanders or etc. etc.