Wednesday, 19 August 1874

Once in passing I mentioned octopuses, and the Pole asked me if I wanted some:
"Yes," I answered, and forgot.
This morning the waiter comes in and brings a large, beautiful shell full of octopuses. They tell us to send up the count, who was waiting below. I was writing; I did not rise, I did not turn my head until I had finished sealing and writing the address. He expected to make an impression; there was none. I am like everyone else: I profit where I can. But to thank him, I gave him several letters to post.
This evening we all go to the theatre; they are giving "The Sphinx." With the Tamancheffs we are twelve -- enough to fill one side of the theatre. Opposite are the kind Fosters. Despite bad actors, I saw the play again with pleasure. But even with much indulgence, I found Mme de Schelles detestable, and on top of that, no proper costume. The other, Berthe, is nearly as good as in Paris. This dear Tamancheff family is very kind but often bores me -- like the Anitchkoffs, who are the best friends we have and who bore me all the same.
These Tamancheffs always drag one away from the promenades; because of them I have not yet been to the concert. I like pretty little circles; this one is too simple. After the performance we head towards the Cercle des Bains, but halfway there we see the lights are out.
Walitsky has composed four more poems -- freely rhymed, but since they concern people we know:
Blue eyes Sausage nose Clumsy bear Big and strong Lumbering Doenhoff Overseer of Russian woods.
That is for Doenhoff; here are kinder verses.
The Belgian Gambart Has hidden in a barn In great agitation On account of the decoration received From Lady Marguerite And all her retinue For the crayfish and the trout The games and the swing.
I translate these verses thus:
Monsieur Gambart Strides over these ramparts In great agitation After the reception