Thursday, 11 June 1874

I was dreaming that Machenka wanted to marry an officer; he was in blue, lying on the ground. I advised against it, and all at once this officer changed into a three-headed hydra and began to pursue me. Then, seizing all three heads together, my hand wrapped in a handkerchief, I smothered it. It seems that was not enough, for the reptile, deprived of its heads, was rising again. I brought on a plate an earthenware pot and two kitchen knives, with which I cut it up with Walitsky; [Crossed out: the reptile] it was thick as my leg and white inside. I was dreaming this when I heard the voice of Walitsky. I was hardly surprised and did not get up until I heard near my bed:
-- Shall I prepare the bath? Walitsky was imitating Josephine.
I do not know why they sent him, but he came -- there it is. I took pleasure in showing him Paris, which he knows, besides. We went to the Bois, but although there were races we saw very few people. Only once Fedus, going down as we went up; in the carriage he half turned but I did not blush. Walitsky claims it was Bete who said I take an interest in him, and that because of this he looks at me, but that is eminent absurdity, since I notice him because he looked at me. Maman said that the first time he saw me he stopped short, and since then always looks at me; indeed I have known him only since he looked at me. It is time I review my diaries -- I was not clear enough, alas!
Now perhaps I exaggerate; I say everything I have time to say. I thought I saw the Black Prince in a coupe; I had us turn round some minutes later. But I did not see him again -- never mind. I should very much like to know why Fedus stares at me, whether he is a good-for-nothing, and what he imagines!
What makes me speak of this imbecile and what worries me is that I fear he may have seen my blush and may interpret it in his own fashion. That will be enormously tedious.
I took pleasure in hearing about the house, about Adam, Trifon, Fortune, etc. etc. -- about the monkeys.
They say that Gioia has become more amusing than Pitou, that she bathes and then dries herself in the sun.
The Anitchkoffs are leaving Nice for good; I am very grieved by it -- they were true devoted friends, the kind one does not find twice.