Tuesday, 20 July 1875

I can stay for hours on end in my dressing room, quite naked before the mirror. Never has such whiteness, delicacy and elegance of form been seen.
After admiring myself I feel kindly towards everyone: I consider them unhappy enough at not having seen me being able to see me, without my grieving them over anything else.
Blessed are those who shall see me! For I swear to you that you cannot even imagine how I am made — the whiteness and the delicacy of my skin.
I often spend an hour in contemplation instead of bathing, and can scarcely tear myself away from the mirror.
If anyone asks me what is the most beautiful thing in the world, I shall answer without hesitation: “A naked woman.” — but, mind you, a woman at least on a par with me.
I go for a drive with Machenka and Victor-Désiré; the noble dog made a great fuss about getting into the carriage, but seeing that it was [only] a drive, he climbed back in by himself on coming out of Rumpelmayer’s and was very pleased.
Today is the day when sweet Désiré will either have his baccalaureate or be done for. I see him on the Promenade with the abominable Chevalier.
In the evening Nina and the children and Smirnoff are in my rooms; we laugh and write, in Désiré’s name, a letter in which he lays his heart at my feet.
I put this letter on my table in the hope that my aunt will read it when she comes in. She is at Monaco with Stiopa.