Thursday, 9 April 1874

I have just broken the lock of my little casket. I keep my journal in it and hide the key under the clock. I do not know what devil could have taken it.
Before breaking this lock, I sang “Dis-moi Venus” in costume and before the mirror. I think I look very well -- my figure especially; that is to say, well on the whole. I am not a beauty, but the whole is not bad.
This morning we were at church; almost all the Russians were taking communion. Le Bec was very pretty; she is in mourning and had a very nice white silk dress -- even pretty.
At five o’clock I ride with Stiopa. We went at a walk; his horse was bad for riding in the Russian style. There is no sun, and going slowly I was not at all warm.
Fedus has left -- what a misfortune! How I should like to leave too; I hope that soon, with God’s help, we shall go. At mass was the man who is so well built.
Rosalie Léon is strolling with a little girl in a grey uniform. What an old bitch; one can see plainly that he is Russian and a bear.
Her coupé bears the initials R.L., which do not make Wittgenstein -- and there was Diadia telling us that he has been married for three years and that his only wish now is to legitimise the children, that he has a son of eighteen. What tales! What nonsense. Married -- he does very well without it. Marriage! A fine thing, especially for him; marriage to a cocotte is, I think, quite unnecessary. He does as everyone does, but what is wrong is that he goes out not only with the old bitch but with others too. And he often strolls with his family on the Promenade. It is inexcusable and cannot be explained.
In the evening, at the Passion service, it was as hot as at Lefèvre’s. I had ices and carafes brought to the house.
I am bored in this detestable Nice -- how I long to get away!
First of all to Geneva, where the jewels of the Duke of Brunswick, who left them to the city, are to be sold, and then to Paris. Oh, Paris! I am quite another person in Paris. Paris, Paris!

Notes

Written in Russian in the manuscript; French translation by the editor. ↩
In Italian in the original: passegia, con una bambina. ↩
In French in the original: en famille. ↩
Written in Russian in the manuscript; French translation by the editor. ↩