Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff

Notebook 048

October 1875 — November 1875

14 entries 14 translated

Main location: Nice

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We go to collect my Graces to go to church together; just before their house, the Surprising One overtakes us and raises his head with studied...

I go out late and see no one; as on almost every other day we stop in at the Sapogenikoffs' before going home. Giroflé and I speak again of a little...

It is astonishing — I never look at the castle anymore, and I have no desire to do so. Whereas before, that was all I did.

One looks far for what is near at hand. Witness: Pépino.

The band played from half past two — which is to say that the season has begun. Yet few people knew of the change, and the appearance of the...

I have been all smiles since morning.

I do not go out; the day passes like an hour — I am not living, I am waiting for Sunday evening, and I fear it will not succeed, for I feel too...

Being exclusively absorbed by my Niçois, I know nothing of yesterday's proceedings; I have to have it told to me how Pépino went down to the kitchen...

Every five minutes the shutters of the castle change position — now one window, now another. But I do not show myself.

The Promenade without Bibi, as my aunt has said.

Cold, dark, rainy day! Dark and scowling face, sad humour, troubled thoughts!

What did the cards tell me!

The cards predict great unpleasantnesses on account of the dark king. It is frightening.

What a curious day this has been. Turkish carnival, bizarre assembly, a Choufleuri reception! I do not know how to name it. I lose myself in it — and...