Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff

Notebook 065

August 1876 — September 1876

16 entries 16 translated

Main location: Poltava

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Dina has lovelier hair than our *Dîna.* I arranged it to amuse myself and was quite transported by her blonde hair — the hair of Eve.

Last evening I was about to go to bed, but Pietro's letter lying on the table held me spellbound; I took it and pressed it against my lips with...

It is quite extraordinary how much more ponderous Russians are than the French when it comes to parlor games requiring wit. One practically went...

Gradually, by the third course, a political discussion engulfed Hamsley and me. It lasted until half past two.

At Kharkoff we waited two hours. Alexandre was there. Despite my telegrams, he was practically stupefied to see me; I detected embarrassment in his...

— But Papa, said Paul, who then sent that telegram that Marie received in Petersburg, signed with my name? For it was not I.

A game of cards, during which I worked at my needlepoint and, from time to time, said something which was listened to with curiosity.

I do not know what I am writing, because the moment I was alone I recalled a phrase of my father's spoken at random or with intent, and magnifying it...

How far removed is life here from the frank hospitality of Étienne and Marie, who gave up their room to me and served me like slaves. But then it is...

In the middle of dinner there arrived my old...

I was not hungry at all — it was time to go to the theatre, which is situated in the garden like the restaurant.

Miloradovitch and I very much wished to talk alone, but Paul, Eristoff or Papa would intervene as if on purpose. At last I settled into the corner...

— It is good that you have studied so much — for when you have children.

Gritz, like the other young men, is his companion in debauchery.

Pacha has received the nickname of *philoslave* from the prince. The prince is a wretched good-for-nothing.

The following day — this morning, or rather this afternoon — at one o'clock, the same company (all without exception) lunched together. And I took...