Sunday, 19 July 1874

Having talked about Berthe with M. de Tanlay, I had the idea of writing to her, which I did, so that de Tanlay might carry my letter.
Spa, Maison Lausberg Dear Berthe, You will be surprised to receive my letter; I am surprised myself to be writing to you. We were never intimate enough to write to each other, which I have always regretted.
I had the pleasure of meeting the Comte de Tanlay here, who is one of your friends; we spoke of you, and the idea came to me to send you a message through him. There was a time when we detested each other -- you remember, at Baden? Since then that has changed completely, I hope.
We met in Paris recently, but it was not kind of you never to come and see me. I am going to put you to shame: the next time we are in Paris, I shall call on you.
I should be delighted to receive a letter from you. I believe you are my friend -- am I wrong?
We are staying on in Spa for some time yet; it is a very pleasant little town.
M. de Tanlay leaves tomorrow, and so does my letter.
I shall wait impatiently for our return to Paris to see you.
Ever yours, Marie de Bachkirsève.
Inserted itemAnnotation ultérieure de Marie, 1876
[Annotation: 1876, Rome. What a pretentious letter!]
At the band concert there was a crowd of pigs from the towns round about (white and silver dress, good). We had not been seated ten minutes when Gericke and Mikhail Petrovich, the Greek, came up.
Gericke is dreamy; he stays near us without thinking about it and starts up conversations like a machine. Since he has been like this he is well-behaved, and I cannot deliver my fine speech. At half past four we all go to the Pouhon, where we meet M. de Jahal, a charming man. Basilevitch shows herself at the window; Gericke runs; she disappears; he stops in the middle of the street.
We dine at the Hotel de Flandre. Gericke comes with us, but as soon as she saw him with us, she comes and carries him off.
We had time to pay a call on the Rows and take our places at table before she let him go. The fact is, he is going to be taken in earnest: Tanlay is leaving, so Gericke is taken. If there is no Gericke, the little Pole is taken, or failing him, even Body. What astonishes me is Gericke’s patience: he knows about de Tanlay and quietly waits his turn. He does not want to have her to himself; he wants to have, that is all.
At the table d’hôte next to us are M. and Mme de Bauche and Count Bloudoff.
I was afraid Gericke would say something foolish in front of Mme de Bauche, née Princess Troubetskoy and sister of Princess Woronzoff. Fortunately he said nothing bad. A gentleman one has to be afraid for is an unpleasant acquaintance. I am beginning to tire of him; I have little liking for this common, free-and-easy style. I do not deny him a pleasing exterior, but his mind and manners are spoiled and unseemly. He said silly goose and Douchenka, but that is allowed. Mme de Bauche then turned to Dina, saying that no doubt this gentleman thought he was saying something agreeable, and talked with her all through dinner.
At the band concert in the evening, with M. de Jahal, de Bauche, and Merjeewsky, who passed his examination very well and has come back with his hair combed and in a top hat. Eristoff and Body do us the honour of sitting with us. Maman sends for the baron, who is dreaming under a tree; he went on dreaming with us, but towards the end struck up a conversation with me -- a wholly insignificant conversation, like everything he says. He said only one improper thing, namely:
-- When, then, will you allow me to kiss your hand?
-- Why, never, Monsieur.
-- Come now, that is impossible.
-- Then in twenty years.
-- Then I don’t want it.
-- No -- in ten years.
-- Ah! In ten years, gladly.
I did indeed have it in mind to give him my hand to kiss in time; that is why I talked this nonsense.
At the Casino Maman sits beside Countess Merjeewsky, and Dina and I on another sofa between Gericke, Paparigo etc., with the little count behind. Basilevitch was not there; I wanted her to come so that I could give my letter to de Tanlay, and I did not want it. I made eyes at the Pole a great deal, and at the others too, but very little.
He disgusts me, and so as not to let it show that I detest him, I look at him.
Gericke asked my permission to make me a declaration of love; after he had recited it, the Pole said he repeated the same thing in the superlative. The jokes were proper and clean -- I do not know what has come over Gericke.
Enter Basilevitch etc. I brace myself to see all our cavaliers fly off, but not at all -- they do not stir. It is supernatural.
In the middle of a contredanse I handed my letter to de Tanlay, who is the only real gentleman among all these creatures who wear trousers. He leaves tomorrow; he had come to fetch the letter but had not found us in. He took leave of us this evening in the most charming manner. Gericke and the Pole disappear; Papa is at the theatre.
We had not been home half an hour when there is a knock at the door. Come in! It is Papa -- that surprises me, but still. He stays three-quarters of an hour; we chat; I show a great deal of finesse and wit; I make fun of him.
It was not too boring.

Notes

Written in Russian in the manuscript; French translation by the editor. ↩
Written in Russian in the manuscript; French translation by the editor. ↩