Tuesday, 29 December 1874

I was at the concert with my aunt and Markevitch, and had the displeasure of seeing that Italian in company with the Italian Somaglia — another Italian into the bargain.
But what takes the prize is that today two policemen come to say that the gentleman has filed a complaint and that the dog must be locked up.
Ah! Execrable race!
I called Arthur and sent him to tell the chief commissioner of police, on my behalf, that two policemen had come to disturb us without any order from the commissioner; that I begged him to protect me from these incursions; that no one has the right to complain about dogs quarrelling, for my dog touches no one, and between dogs there can be neither guilty nor innocent, neither aggressor nor attacked; that the best dogs in the world fight among themselves, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.
And indeed, how strangely ridiculous it is! What an enormity — to muzzle a dog because he fought with a gentleman of his own species.
But from a gentleman! No obligingness, no courtesy, no consideration for a woman — for a young girl above all — nothing, nothing, nothing but an impertinent stare.
If I were I cannot account for such rudeness, any more than I can understand my unhappy brother. One thing, though, ought to make me understand everything: this man is Italian.
[I begin] Every time I am badly dressed it seems to me that there are no pretty dresses anywhere; in the same way now, seeing this example of rudeness, it seems to me that all men are like that, that every one of them would do the same — and not only do I detest them, but I am afraid of them! I fear them.
Maman has gone to San Remo to consult Botkine, the Empress’s physician.
In the evening to the opera, The Barber of Seville (white dress, my own hairstyle — good). The house is almost full, but nobody there; if it goes on like this, I shall give up going.
When we come home we find Maman; Botkine says she is very ill and needs a long and regular course of treatment. I cannot say how great my anxiety is.

Notes

In English in the original. ↩
In English in the original. ↩
Sergei Petrovich Botkin (1832-1889), one of the founders of modern Russian clinical medicine and personal physician to Empress Maria Alexandrovna, wife of Alexander II. The empress spent the winter of 1874-75 at San Remo on the Italian Riviera, and Botkin was there with her, so Russian families on the coast could consult him. ↩