Tuesday, 21 April 1874

Yet another scene over Geneva. Oh, how they irritate me, and how happy I shall be when I live as I please, without all these petty annoyances that sour the temperament and disgust one with everything! How they make me unhappy.
Involuntarily I sighed these words: Oh! XXX, come and take me from here, quickly, for I am very unhappy -- tear me from all these petty sorrows that are killing me! I do not know to whom I was addressing myself... why lie to oneself? I was mechanically addressing the Prince of Wittgenstein. I did not want to say so, because it is stupid and because later I shall be ashamed of these stupidities. I go out with my aunt and Dina; but I am bored -- there is no one, no one, no one. It is sad; I am falling asleep for the summer, as snakes do for the winter.
Since it is too late for Geneva, on Saturday I go to Paris (with God’s help) with Maman, and in a month the others will join us there, where we shall spend the summer. In Paris I need furniture for my villa.
I have never seen anything more beautiful than the little daughter of Mme de Mouchy. She is simply adorable! A future Obelisque. What a magnificent child. And she is quite adored by everyone.
Monday the 20th -- continued.
I was forgetting to say that they made me sing -- in a dark room; I do not sing otherwise. M. and Mme Filimonoff wished to hear too, since the first time there had been only the Howards, the Bosslovleffs, and Nadia. They were satisfied, yet I did not sing well; I was horribly afraid.