Friday, 13 March 1874

Yesterday I saw Dady and Brady; they recognized me.
The weather is as fine as yesterday. I went out alone and was alone the whole time; it is Friday. The reception began with the visit of Baron P.S.C. I was studying my piano; while he was at our house I made my toilette so as not to waste time (blue dress, black hat -- good).
I was in several shops, then at Dalgoutte's to collect tickets for tomorrow's concert: (Plante and Sivari). I see Maman, my aunt, etc. to the station at five (white neckerchief); everything I put on becomes graceful and elegant. Only towards evening do I collect Bete. They will put a sofa for us; I do not know if it will be right.
In the evening I play with my usual luck. When I approach the table Dina abandons the bank to Paul, who is more courageous. I broke the bank, but Machenka begged me to continue since Paul had not a sou left, and out of kindness I lost -- but still carrying off three francs in winnings. That suffices for my violets.
Apropos, the idea of my dowry amuses me; Villa 55 belongs to me -- with the furniture it will be worth three hundred thousand francs. Besides that, Maman is to receive one of these days twenty thousand roubles -- seventy thousand francs, then; twenty thousand francs will be spent and fifty thousand put in the bank for me.
So what I possess now, what is mine, mine alone, without counting the estates I hope to receive from my aunt (and there are estates!) from Maman, etc. etc. For one will recall that my aunt has made a will almost entirely in my favour, but that is for later. Let us count, then: three hundred thousand francs from the villa and fifty thousand francs in the bank -- in all, three hundred and fifty thousand francs. It is a rather pretty dowry; that makes seventeen thousand five hundred francs in annual income -- not enough for my dresses alone, when I am married. But my aunt has a good thirty thousand roubles in annual income, and that makes a hundred thousand francs. Let us add up: one hundred and seventeen thousand five hundred francs -- that is enough for my dresses even when I am married.
I am bored and I do not feel at ease.
Everything will pass like a dream; everything comes, and the wicked spleen burns the heart!
It is dreadful to say, but I shall say it. It seems to me that someone will die in the house -- no, it is too dreadful!
Whence comes it that my heart trembles with holy dread! Is it the divine spirit that seizes me? It is He: He speaks, He warms me, my eyes open and the dark centuries are revealed before me. The broken mirrors and the dream in which I lost a tooth -- all is explained by the death of Dina's brother. All the same, how one can believe in foolishness! How true and astonishing they are.
Again last night I dreamt I was eating pastries, quite hot and of a charming taste; they belonged to the Howards and I was told they came from Fai or Fay, somewhere near or on the Avenue de la Gare.
In the morning I asked Maman if this Fai or Fay exists. Well! It really does exist on the Avenue de la Gare, and it is the finest pastry-maker and confectioner.
How can I not be superstitious?
And how this superstition and this foreknowledge of misfortune will make me unhappy!
They may laugh at me; I too laughed before having experienced it.
I wish it were tomorrow so I could tell my follies.