Notebook 055

March 1876 — March 1876

27 entries 29,395 words 27 translated

Main location: Rome

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I had thought not to go out, but around five o'clock I change my mind and we go with Lola to the Pincio. We meet the Greek minister, the revolting...

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Maman has made a muddle of things — she let our apartment be let and we are obliged to move to the second floor. It is raining; we go to the Porta...

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Already the 3rd of March!

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We write to my aunt about all these people who are supposed to be courting me.

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I do not go to church — on account, as always, of those Russians who will make their remarks.

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I remember now — yesterday during the race I dropped my bouquet; Antonelli jumped down, retrieved it, and was obliged to scramble up on his knees to...

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"The day begins well," says Walitsky later, "we have seen him."

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A day full of events and of new emotions — both pleasant and terrible.

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Who said I was in love with Antonelli? What an idea! Let us leave him for the moment.

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We go to the Villa Doria, but too early — it is only as we are leaving that the others are arriving.

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Yesterday Rossi was greatly relieved to learn that Antonelli had not justified by his conduct the nickname *pazzerello*.

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Maman, Dina, I, and Antonelli in the landau, with Walitsky following in a cab — we go to the clairvoyant. This respectable lady falls asleep,...

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The weather is bad, I have a sore throat, and yet we go to the Villa Doria Pamphilj. There are the Swedomsky brothers, Rossi, the *cardinalino*, the...

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Now Doria laughs — laughs outright! The wretched *cardinalino* has, I wager, told the club that he frightens me. And *bigre,* he has good reason to...

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What I said on the last page is absurd.

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I made Torlonia's acquaintance under the most unfortunate auspices. A Monday, the 13th of the month, in bad weather — and I was dressed in black.

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The cheek kissed by the bold son of a priest still burns me. What audacity! The more I think of it, the more angry I am. Supposing I do not marry him...

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I have written a letter to Monsieur my father, of which here follows the copy. I put as much submission into it as possible. He will rage over it, I...

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I came home vexed — almost furious. I had the carriage stopped at the outdoor concert and we stayed half an hour, while Torlonia drove by in his...

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How time flies. We were at the church of ==Santa Croce in Gerusalemme== — for the 20th of March is the only day on which women are admitted to the...

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I painted for two or three hours and then we went out as usual.

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We called on Mme Lwoff, and spoke of my dear Princess, whom I so stupidly nicknamed Beast. She writes letter upon letter, asking what has been done...

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"They are red!" interrupted Pietro.

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I am beginning to grow uneasy. I come back from the table d'hôte having drunk half a bottle of wine, and had a conversation about politics with a...

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Torlonia does not come. And to think I got tipsy for him. Sometimes I think I am stupid — no, not stupid, but mad; and mad with premeditation.

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We were at church and there encountered M. and Mme Sarasin — Mme Sarasin is the daughter of Admiral de Bock, Governor and aide-de-camp to Grand Duke...

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I play Beethoven. Plowden sits beside me and listens while speaking to me of many things. Pietro cannot find a place for himself — he throws himself...