Wednesday, 18 November 1874

Mmes Prodgers and la Vigier are here.
Markevitch comes every day, all smiles — but I distrust the serpent.
The celebrated Somaglia has arrived.
The Promenade was very crowded.
The Count de Galve has arrived.
In all this riffraff there is not a single plobster. I had gone out
Young Lubimoff dined with us; I amused myself by saying a great quantity of nonsense. At one moment I would reason wisely, perfectly — at the next I would ramble. At my first wise words — about liberty, government, peoples, etc. — several signs of approval; but immediately I said something that demolished everything I had first said, and then no one knew what to think, and I laughed.
I ended by saying that I do not waste my wits for nothing, and shall only display them on worthy occasions. And truly — for whom was I speaking? For Makaroff and Lubimoff, that virtuous youth! Gadzooks! How stupid. The two boors believed I was reasoning with them. Well, I never! No, my dears — for you, nothing but nonsense, stupidities, nonsenses of absurd maxims! There — that is for you.
Ah, if I had time to repeat all the terrible principles and fine opinions I set forth before these two sages!
Editors’ note
[Ed. note: a drawing by Marie appeared here in the diary.]

Notes

plobster — Marie’s invented code word for a potential admirer. ↩
Written in Russian in the manuscript; French translation by the editor. ↩
youth — in English in the original, set mockingly after vertueux (“virtuous”), itself written in Russian in the manuscript. ↩
nonsenses — in English in the original. ↩