At the bandstand concert, Gonzales comes to speak with us and says to me, among other pleasantries:
We have unpacked our silverware from Russia and our crystal from Paris.
I amuse myself playing the fool all day long, and everyone encourages my nonsense.
Walking this morning with Collignon and Victor, I met the American introduced by Winslow, and he walked with us the whole time.
The letter signed *Alfeda-da-fe* was not sent; in its place, Maman sent the following telegram from Monte-Carlo:
It is two in the afternoon; I have been up for two hours.
Here it is, the new year! Hail and grace!
"I leave Sunday at three," I said — or rather shouted — and Sunday at one in the afternoon everything is topsy-turvy: the trunks are still empty and...
Yesterday Maman had written to Botkine, the brother of the Empress's physician, and today he called. He is an ugly creature who occupies himself with...
It was yesterday that the soul auction of Brother Émile took place.
It is Christmas. We go to church, and the air there is so thick with incense that I am obliged to go out for ten minutes to avoid fainting.
Good God, what prices in Rome! Below twelve hundred francs a month we can find nothing. And even for twelve hundred francs one gets only the bare...
Maman still does not have her visiting cards — and so another day lost! I think I shall go off to America: all these princes, dukes, marquises and...
A week ago already I left Nice. Does anyone notice my absence? Does anyone ask where I am? Who will tell me?