Saturday, 23 September 1876 (11 September)

A card game for upwards of three thousand francs, and in the evening a herd of hunters from Poltava. I sang a grand aria, and then, since we were at table between the fruit and the champagne, I sang some songs... Great success. Michel was drunk and was bawling songs, which gave us an excuse to laugh.
For an hour all went well, but after an hour I felt a strong desire to send them all to the devil — one gentleman in particular who insisted on talking to me about music. I listened, I listened... at last I raised my head... another moment and I would have said: Come now, do you think you will go on much longer? I restrained myself in time, and the rest went off well.
At ten o’clock I gave the signal for departure, and my father returned to my room with me. We had a conversation about this winter’s arrangements, and as I came to speak of those blessed horses that Alexandre is looking for and that nobody can find for me, which enrages me, as I begged my father to accompany me to the Orel province where the finest stud farms in Russia are to be found, he made me a present of his two isabella-coloured horses.
That is something at least — those animals are worth ten to fifteen thousand francs easily.
Paul took those louts off to the red house. They have been invited for tomorrow — tomorrow a great wolf hunt.
in the margin
[Annotation: 1880. I never received these horses; my father still uses them, and I had left six hundred roubles for their journey.]

Notes

Orel (or Oryol) province was famous for its horse breeding. ↩