Friday, 28 April 1876

And at six o’clock we were once again in the railway carriage. I fell asleep several times and always had frightful dreams — nightmares.
At eleven o’clock I lay down so as not to see the olive trees and the red earth; and at one thirty-five we alighted at Nice station, to the great joy of my aunt who was bustling about in the company of Collignon, the Sapogenikoff girls and Trifon, and Lefèvre.
- You know, I cried to them before the carriage doors were opened — you know, I am very sorry to arrive here but I could not do otherwise!
I kissed them all at once.
Dina, my aunt, Giro, and I in a cab; the others in a landau.
During the drive there was time to recount almost all our exploits.
The Sapogenikoffs and Collignon got out at number 7. I got into the carriage with Maman, my aunt, and Dina.
I shall give you a sketch of domestic affairs. Collignon merely does us the honour of lodging with us. She spends her time at the Sapogenikoffs’, and during the rare moments at home she employs them in telling Grand-papa and my aunt that the Sapogenikoff young ladies are angels and that whatever bad manners they have, they get only from me and Dina.
Moreover she displays a passion for Barnola of which Grand-papa is furiously jealous.
The house is furnished in an adorable fashion. My room is dazzling, and opening the balcony door and looking at our very pretty garden, the Promenade, and the sea, I was obliged to say aloud:
- Say what you will, there is nothing so splendidly simple and so adorably poetic as Nice.
Varpahowsky dines with us. The time was spent telling the news of Rome and of Nice. Besides, they already know everything, for Maman wrote to Nice every evening. We show the photographs of Plowden, Bruschetti and Pietro. We relate our stay in Rome with a thousand embellishments as regards our outings into society. But I assure you that this is necessary where Collignon is concerned, for she is so arrogant and so inclined to humiliate us.
I told her the story with Pietro from the first evening at the Opera, without taking anything away or adding anything.
And when is the wedding to be? she asked, laughing.
Ah! I do not know yet.
Left by ourselves, that is to say Maman, my aunt, Dina, Walitsky and I, we talked of my torment.
Besides, I said, enough, I beg you. It is the same thing everywhere, in Nice as in Rome.
In Rome it is your fault. I went bursting into the embassy like a bombshell, they wrote to Nice, and from Nice they answered with horrors.
And why do people not say horrors about the others?
Because the others have no lawsuit.
Well then, we must be rid of it, and I am going to Russia.
What for?
I could have burst with rage, but I contented myself with replying:
To force you to come there, by staying there myself. For you are weakening again. This cannot go on any longer. It makes a fine story, yes, but in point of fact our life in Rome was wretched, as always. No doubt I had admirers, but I shall always have them; that proves nothing.
But that is all that is needed!
- No, I said, containing myself with difficulty, no. Besides, I beg you not to speak of it any more. Before, I used to bring these conversations on, because I thought that by dint of talking I would obtain something; now I avoid them. Do not deceive yourselves: if I live with you, it is because I cannot do otherwise. But I am weary to the last degree. I am not two years old, I am seventeen years and three months. That is not old age, but it is an age at which one no longer waits as calmly as at ten for the blessings of the future. Goodbye.
I have nothing more to add here; everything on this subject is known by heart.
I almost worked myself into a state seeing how many things, and consequently how much time, it will take to make my apartment entirely comfortable and to my liking.
It is very late; I have written these two days at one sitting.
The shell awaits me. My room... but no, I shall describe everything together when it is all finished.