Friday, 22 January 1875

At eight o’clock we are in Nice; we go straight to Maman’s and find her up and fairly well, with Pelikan, Mme Sapogenikoff and her two daughters, Marie, sixteen, and Olga, fourteen. Marie is almost as small as before; she is in love with Cima — the one from Geneva — and he with her, and they are to be married, but they look such children that it is ridiculous: no one would give the bride more than twelve or the groom more than fifteen.
Now there’s a curious marriage. Looking at him this evening I badly wanted to laugh — to imagine that boy married.
Olga is taller than her sister and bears a most compromising resemblance to Pâris. Pure imagination: Olga is the image of M. Sapogenikoff; besides, Nina met Pâris only after Olga was born.