Saturday, 5 August 1876 (24 July 1876)

We went to collect my trunks from customs. The corridors, rooms, and offices we passed through, the customs officers and men of every description we saw! They searched all the trunks; I tore open the packing, punching the dresses and hats, which I believe moderated their zeal by proving that I was not a milliner.
I look for Russia in vain — everything at this hotel is in the German manner. We lunched in the garden which occupies the main courtyard. Then I dressed and we went to find the Sapogenikoffs.
The coachman was still hesitating between two houses when I was snatched from the carriage by Giro and Marie, who had rushed into the street having seen me from the window. Leaving Paul and my uncle with Nina, I flew into the girls’ room, and for an hour it was confusion, chatter, shouts — just like the days of Girofla!
I carried them off with me; we crossed the Neva in two boats — in the first the Three Graces, in the second the gentlemen and Chocolat. If there is anything beautiful in Petersburg, it is this superb river, wide as a lake, with clear water so transparent that one sees the bottom. I am proud to speak Russian, as one more language, and these brutes of Russians do not appreciate my noble efforts.
Towards ten o’clock Nina came to join us; the gentlemen left; my Graces were escorted home, and Nina stayed the night with me. It is four o’clock; we have been looking at my dresses — it is pleasant to sit up sometimes; it feels as if one were doing something forbidden. But little by little Nina began to speak to me of all those things of which one never speaks to young girls — wrongly so. One of her remarks struck me with its accuracy. It is that a woman, in giving herself to a man — even her own husband — undergoes a kind of humiliation, for she feels that on the man’s side is force and impunity, and on her own abasement, since she submits. The man performs an act of sovereignty; the woman is only a passive instrument, whatever the love; the man, scarcely satisfied, sees in the woman a poor little thing to whom he has given everything; he does love her a little for the pleasure she has given him — but that is the past, it is finished, and he rises as if nothing had happened, while the woman... it is different; and I can judge of it, very distantly, by remembering myself after the horseback ride with Antonelli, while he was quite calmly at the club. Besides, it is almost natural: the man gives, the woman receives — to her therefore the love, the memory, since she has diminished the man by a certain quantity of... of... of fluids, which must act upon her and by which she is augmented, even morally. But it is not fair. It ought to be give and take.
Men marry, after all — they pose as wise, orderly, calm, and they rebel at the slightest wildness in a woman. Is that just? Is it reasonable? They are orderly because they are surfeited with the contrary — but women, entirely new, must they be, can they be? The man is worn threadbare; he brings to a young girl the fine remains of his mind and body; he is tired; he takes a wife to rest; he demands a domestic woman who does not even go into society, who is content with her rags — is that reasonable? I do not preach the depravity of women, but I ask for justice and indulgence. But, poor innocent that I am, I meddle in matters I know nothing about. You who are competent, you who are fair — am I right?
Editors’ note
[Annotation]
in the marginAnnotation de Marie, 1879
1879. At the time I wrote this, I did not understand half of it.

Notes

Girofla: Marie’s nickname for Émile d’Audiffret, taken from Lecocq’s operetta Giroflé-Girofla (1874); “the days of Girofla” recalls the boisterous Nice days of 1875 when she and the Sapogenikoff girls were all taken up with him. ↩
Fluids: Nina invokes the contemporary pseudo-scientific theory of vital or sexual fluids — a common framework in 1870s popular physiology — to argue that sexual union is not neutral but constitutively transforms the woman. ↩