Saturday, 21 August 1875

Editors’ note
[One line crossed out]
My father writes that, despite all his care and all his tenderness, Paul is behaving in an impossible fashion.
Maman had written to Paul that his father was ruining himself, so as to take away his hope of an inheritance and make him study. And my father replies to this:
I have read your letter to our son and consider it not superfluous to make a few remarks upon it. I am not ruining myself etc. etc., then: I am selling the properties because your hatred and that of your daughter towards me compels me etc. etc.
And for my part I take a sheet of paper and write the following:
Copied letterLettre de Marie à son père, 21 août 1875
I have read your letter to my mother and also consider it not superfluous to make a few remarks. I have not the slightest hatred towards you — on the contrary I love you as a father, and if I am not particularly tender, blame that on yourself alone, who have done nothing to attach your daughter Maria Bachkirtseva to you.
Having written that letter I write the following almost all in one go — only Godard cost me a few corrections. Besides, it is rather poor.
Revue de Nice
Fat, ruddy, slightly lame, Patron of beginners, Always content, always gay, Fluttering everywhere at all times.
When he enters a theatre And makes the rounds of the boxes Displaying his alabaster hand He deserves the highest praise.
Of the beautiful ladies and the young misses He instantly ravishes the heart By the fire of his eyes And by his conquering air.
His name resounds everywhere: Andriot Saëtone.
More timid, more lean and small, Arthur Danis appears With irreproachable detachable collars. Both of them are adorable.
Face rosy, powdered, affected, Moustache pomaded. Hanging on someone’s arm, Maurice Gros, illustrious cad —
What a pity one must speak Of such a scoundrel!
The Comte d’Aspremont, Tall as a greasy pole — For a nose he has a mountain, No, a whole mountain range.
Shabbily dressed, distracted, stooping, Monsieur Gautier advances — A man of Nice not even in his Sunday best, Aiming at elegance.
The future notary Galula-Dechiar, A secondary personage And cunning as a fox.
He keeps his large eyes Raised heavenward without cease.
The Comte de Laurenti, Royalist and gentleman, Dark, lean, dry, small And wrinkled like an old apple.
Maurice Godard Decrais, Timid and sincere, Who brays like a donkey — Son of the prefect, he is tolerated.
He is candid and virtuous — His posterior imitates The tortuous coils Of Hippolytus’s hydra.
But already Andriot Regards him with paternal eye And of this little fool Will make a great man, I hope.
Now let us come To the illustrious lord of the castle, That outlandish young man At the head of these boors.
His sweet name is Emile, He is pink as a rose, That dear imbecile Who thinks only of his pose.
Editors’ note
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When he descends from the Tower Between Saëtone and Galula One takes him for Cupid — Oh! la! la!
phil. Tryphodore
This morning, in my little carriage with my two little grey horses, I went with Machenka to Schwalbach. And at five o’clock we go to Wiesbaden, Dina and I on our own and the others in the landau.
I am stared at like a bear, and my feet even more than I am. So they are savages here and have never seen anything! We go for a row on the lake.
Then I dine, then we listen to the orchestra with Diadia and Batourine and drink iced champagne.
How splendid Wiesbaden must have been in the days of roulette, when there was such fashionable company here.

Notes

Written in Russian in the manuscript; French translation by the editor. ↩
Written in Russian in the manuscript; French translation by the editor. ↩
Written in Russian in the manuscript; French translation by the editor. ↩
Revue de Nice (“Nice Revue”): a satirical verse review — a theatrical genre in which known figures are lampooned in verse portraits, like a revue show. ↩
Faux cols — detachable collars, a fashionable men’s accessory in the 1870s. ↩
Mât de cocagne — a tall greased pole from the top of which prizes are suspended; a fairground contest. ↩
In Greek myth, Poseidon sent a sea-monster (hydra or sea-serpent) at the prayer of Theseus; it terrified Hippolytus’s horses and caused his death. Marie deploys the classical reference for comic effect. ↩
Marie signs with the mock-classical pen name “phil. Tryphodore” — Tryphiodorus was a late Greek epic poet (5th century). The “phil.” presumably stands for philosophe. ↩