Thursday, 18 March 1875

I walk with Nadinka and Dina, Sacha and the children. Lewin and Lucie Durand passed us in a pony carriage in their multicolored outfits. “Are they cocottes?” asked Sacha.
Poor women — they mistake loudness for elegance, and impudence and brazen manners for gaiety. Young as they are, they are all heavily painted.
Zoé came to see Maman with her Cross. They are apparently very happy and adore each other.

Notes

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