Monday, 19 April

How beautiful the weather is!
What a pity there is not the shadow of an entertainment to be had.
I keep thinking about going to Russia, and so great is my fear of remaining an old maid (only girls of sixteen have fears like that) that if the Russian bear asks for my hand, upon my word I’ll accept, knowing all the while that it is stupid!
Oh, how stupid it would be!
At sixteen, to tie one’s hands — or rather to untie them. Oh no! The thing is, I am very badly off as I am. If only the Russian could be put off until next spring, after the winter in Rome. I should like to keep him in reserve in any case; unfortunately that cannot be. If he presents himself, he must be caught on the wing and caged at once. There you see fate at work.
It is written somewhere that I shall have this little ninny, this Russian Audiffret, and I shall have him.
Fate is pushing me towards Russia just when I have Rome in prospect, where we are to spend the winter, when perhaps in Rome everything might change. That is precisely why it pushes me towards Russia. I should like him to pay no attention to me whatever, and at the same time it would vex me. Maman is counting on this journey, and to come back any other way than she expects would be looked on as a failure. I should like to treat the man badly, as I treated the Polish count — but why? I don’t detest him; he is rich, he is noble, he is connected with the greatest families. So what more do I want? To chase my golden dreams — fie! dreams are only dreams. And beside a reality the most beautiful of them is nothing.
I put my trust in God; He will do as He wills, since I cannot do as I will.
In the evening I go with Collignon to see Othello performed by that famous actor Rossi, at the Théâtre Italien (pink dress — good). The house is full of young girls. Oh, those mothers! How well they chose the play!
I am pleased to find that I understand everything; but what surprised me was the manner of these Italians. Every moment it seemed to me they were about to break into song.
I laughed a great deal; these actors performed a sort of parody and were at times utterly ridiculous. Rossi above all looked as if he had the colic the whole time; at one moment I thought he was going to be seasick — he made the gesture, and everybody burst out laughing. Oh, what a grotesque parody!