Thursday, 19 October 1876 (7 October)

The Tutcheffs are expected tomorrow; they really ought to come; Madame is no fool and will not want to disoblige her brother over so small a matter.
My two uncles, Alexandre and Étienne, arrived at about eight o’clock. And I am almost sorry I kept them until nightfall, for they thus witnessed the arrival of the Tutcheffs, and since they look for trouble on my account and dread it, they watched and listened too much and made silent conjectures that intimidated me greatly.
When the sound of the carriage rang out beneath the windows, everyone except me and my uncles went out onto the front steps.
My father brought Mme Tutcheff to me and introduced us to each other... or rather introduced the lady to me. I rose to give her my hand and brush her serpent’s mouth with my lips, and sat down again at once, leaving her standing. A piece of bravado for which she took her revenge five minutes later by giving me her dog to look after — with these words, it is true: I give him to you because I know you will not hurt him, the poor invalid.
My uncles saw this “affront,” as they will call it. It was at most a piece of clumsiness.
M. Tutcheff is an excellent, good-natured fellow, as fat as a barrel, who does and says harm only by command.
Constantin Eristoff will not arrive until tomorrow. I put on the airs of the mistress of the house, but my uncles hampered me terribly. Besides, you can imagine what self-possession I needed to stay calm before that accursed woman. My father was a little tipsy, kissed me beyond all measure, seemed to defy the whole world to touch me with so much as a fingertip, and whispered encouragement in my ear.
Hélène, like a philosopher, belongs to no party; besides, she knows of my grievances, as all the others do. I make no secret of that.
My father came with me to my rooms, and just as we were going up the stairs:
— I am seeing her home, he said, turning to the others; I should think so, she deserves a hundred times more. You know, Sophie, before, I hardly knew my daughter, and now I love her, do you hear, I love her?
Once in my rooms, the conversation, which had begun with the Tutcheffs, took its usual turn.
Not wishing to say everything plainly, I confined myself to complaints and recriminations; I said spiteful things, impertinent things, but with a calm and convinced air, so that the father only answered me, and very gently. At last I asked to go to Rome, saying: “You are a coward and the lowest of men if you do not do this.” Perhaps you mean to give me to understand that the fault lies with my mother, who abandoned you? You want to prove to me that this is the cause of all the misfortunes, and you are pleased, and you are avenged?! I spit on such baseness, and if you do not grant my request, the first in twelve years, and the most legitimate, the most honourable, the simplest, you are nothing but a wretch! He kissed me far too much and answered me evasively, and when he had gone I stayed a few moments leaning against the wall, feeling big burning tears run down my cheeks. The efforts I had made to contain myself while speaking had brought me to that horrible moment when one can no longer master oneself; I rushed into my dark bedroom and wept and prayed to God as long as I could, but, finding no more words and mad with grief, I lay down on my bed, where I had a fit of nerves.
That was all I needed... Thanks to my age I fell asleep all the same, and by about eleven o’clock I was already in the drawing room, where everyone was gathered except my Aunt.
Eristoff arrived at noon, and I had the happiness of contemplating this blockhead who has been forbidden to come near me. And so strictly that we all laughed about it! What a nest of intrigues this house is!
As the Tutcheff woman kept us waiting beyond all reason, I had the meal served, and she joined us at table in a red dressing gown in the worst possible taste.
Finding something to ask Pacha, I took him off to my room, where Paul came to join us.
Yesterday there was quite a to-do with the green man: we drank to brotherhood and kissed on the lips, as is the custom with the brotherhood toast; I tease him more than ever.
The young man is all worked up over the arrival of his aunt, whom he understands and detests, and this gives him an agitated manner that surprises me. I am studying him.
Mme Tutcheff has already found time to pass on to me a few nasty little things Michel said in Poltava. But Michel is so insignificant a creature that the most one could do to him is give him a kick.
I feel better than yesterday and chat freely even with the viper, not to mention her fat husband.
Pacha, more and more worked up, laughs, chats, jokes; I hardly recognise him.

Notes

Marie’s coinage: bêtard [sic] — apparently a blend of bête (stupid) and bâtard (bastard); the [sic] is the editors’. ↩
In German in the original: bruderschaft — the toast of brotherhood, after which the two drinkers kiss and address each other with the familiar “thou”. ↩