Sunday, 14 June 1874

GRAND PRIX DE PARIS; 1874, June 14.
The first I have seen since I was born, on the 12th of November 1858; I shall be sixteen on the 12th of November next.
Here then is this famous Grand Prix de Paris; I am a little moved. [Crossed out: immense place]
I have been unfortunate in the choice of my hats; I have three and not one pleases me.
I put on the black one, which is very uncomfortable and which suits me rather badly, and the gray dress. It is very cold.
We set out at half past twelve but we are not the first; there are already seven rows of carriages, but soon more arrive and we seem to be at the beginning. The entire field is full; it is like an ocean of flies -- all the colors merge and form with the horses and carriages nothing but a grayish, liquid mass.
When I climbed up on the seat during the first race and embraced with my gaze this buzzing multitude, I did not feel wretched and small as they always say, but, quite the contrary, I felt as immense and as varied as it was. Because I was on a height I believed I dominated and reigned over this crowd that stretched from the stands to the Bois, and that invaded the entire field, like water under pressure in every direction. All at once M. Moreno presents himself, pays me a thousand flatteries and a thousand veiled tendernesses to Maman; he says I have wit -- naturally, I understand all his amorous words and do not hide it from him; with him I am forced to show more than I am in order to cut off his path. This wretched Lovelace has a vast imagination and his amorous designs rise higher than he can reach, for my mother is impregnable: I am there.
De Gonzales lavishes me with a thousand caresses out of policy, like two years ago that box of bonbons; when he gave it to me I pointed to it, [Crossed out: and addressing him] I said to him: "Policy" -- as laconic as the Spartans. Before leaving this morning Maman said that Gioia would do wonders if Hamilton were there, to crush his wife (she would not have much difficulty). But Hamilton is not here, said I.
-- No, he is here; Platkarcha told me so. During the ten minutes she stayed near my carriage, she said so much and so much, and this and that, etc.
-- What, said Walitsky, two pretenders to Hamilton.
-- Only not me! I blush at every one, but please, no nonsense.
-- Well, Moussia!..
-- Yes, I am a pretender to all that is valuable. And not to one more than another.
By this I am guaranteed; it is a sort of profession of faith. I shall have practically nothing to conceal, and they think it is the truth.
[Crossed out: It is the truth, but with a modification.]
I have said only half; the other half is guaranteed and free from teasing. They will think me worse than I am, but what does it matter -- this way I am at peace; I shall blush for no one since all that is valuable, etc. -- That is really clever! said Maman.
I am bored in the carriage; one sees no one, besides I know no one. Rothschild came to speak to an actress not far from us; I looked at him, he seemed embarrassed and went away at once with a deliberately casual air, as these gentlemen assume around these ladies. The stands and before the stands, everything is full.
Moreno presented his friend to us, a man of the tropics, M. Muliner. He said to him:
-- Look toward the stands, no, nearer, nearer, nearer still, near you.
I was looking too, but it was I he wanted him to look at. I blushed, very slightly.
-- I seenk you 'ave a sunburn, said Moreno.
This Muliner is his great friend, and Mme Muliner is a great friend to Mme Moreno. Another family of monkeys.
These two dark men said everything that is best of me.
Maman says it is because I am blonde.
The Grand Prix for me is not the Grand Prix. Alone, in a carriage, seeing no one, knowing no one -- I do not complain, I merely say what it is. (Moreno says that Remy would be stunned seeing me.) I was thinking that this quantity of carriages could never get out. Here then is this long-awaited day, the fine summary: I saw no one! I saw the stands full of people, but as for seeing who and what -- impossible.
I was there and I was thinking of nothing. The black hat pressed on my forehead and gave me a headache. I believe I was not too bad.
Another time I climbed up on the seat; there was an imbecile with three or four of his kind who stopped quite near and began praising me to them in a half voice, without looking at me too much, so that it was entirely proper. Only I ask myself what sort of manner this is, and why? For he took me for what I am, and he spoke just loudly enough to be heard a little. All the same, I take this as an impertinence, though there is nothing to warrant it.
At last, here is the prize of a hundred thousand francs; the whole crowd surges, roars, stirs. The winner is Trent, belonging to M. H. W. Marshall. It is the turn of the English this year. Today's races were for me like all the others.
When the moment of departure came, there were more people than ever. How frightful a [Crossed out: revolution] riot must be! It goes without saying that from the lakes to the Place de la Concorde one went at a walk, stopping at every moment. Coming down the Champs-Elysees we saw Wittgenstein, but not in a wheelbarrow. He was yawning -- how beautiful! Today I saw him from behind but in three-quarter view; that is better than from the back. Then Maman with her eternal phrase, on seeing the Black Prince:
-- Your Wittgenstein, your fiance so fine, how (I forget the word) he is nothing but a good-for-nothing, he associates with a kept woman. Under no circumstances would I give my daughter, so long as this... that is, if my daughter married against my will, even if this slut had left or married...
-- Who? Rosalie Leon! And I burst out laughing.
-- How can one marry at fifty-five?
Oh! what an enormity! I did not blush. Walitsky was watching.

Notes

Family nickname, likely from Russian platka (headscarf).
In Russian.
In Russian.
Continuation of Russian dialogue.
Maman's remark in Russian.
Maman's tirade in Russian.
In Russian.
Marie's exclamation in Russian.