Sunday, 29 October 1876 (17 October)

I took down the paintings as I had taken down the icons. There is a Veronese, they say, and a Dolci; but I shall find out in Nice. Once I had started, I should have liked to carry everything off. Alexandre seemed displeased, but only the first step cost me anything; once under way, I was quite at ease.
Nadine is the patroness of the neighbouring schools. She has taken up with admirable energy the work of civilising our peasants. They study, they read while minding the flocks, they come to talk with the schoolmaster, and they honour the creator of this new world. Her example is being followed; many ladies have founded schools and busy themselves laudably with the work that will smooth the way for anarchy into our poor country.
This morning I went out with Nadine to see her school, and afterwards I tired myself out sorting through old clothes and giving them away right and left. A whole crowd of women arrived, every one of whom had been in service at the house or lived near it; I had to give.
Thanks to Alexandre my mind is at rest; he helped me with my sums. Figures have always been torture to me. And then we talked of... of everything, even of Pacha. They asked me whether I was not in love with him!
I am discouraged: I am not becoming famous, and the details of my life can interest nobody, and I am too discouraged to set down my tedious days. But bah! never mind. We talked of Miloradovitch again, and Alexandre strongly backs Maman’s advice. And truly it was quite strange of me to call on all that Poltava rabble and not to call on Lisaveta Ivanovna, who has always been my mother’s friend.
Alexandre insists that I must go and see her; that Miloradovitch no longer comes because she has forbidden him to, offended by my want of consideration — above all because stones were thrown at her and are still being thrown.
Gritz was ill-treated at Gavronzi, and Gritz will see me again abroad, and he does not even think of all the intentions people ascribe to him.
That is my uncle’s opinion, but I do not know whether I should rely on it. He is an expert in agronomy and in business, but I do not know whether he is an expert in this.
Besides, all that has happened is only the fulfilment of my wishes.
I repeat that I should not have known how to repulse Miloradovitch, and the contrary would be painful to me. That is what I say, quite sincerely, this evening...
— Do you think you are rid of him? asked Alexandre.
— I certainly do.
— You are wrong; he likes you.
— He likes all women; I should have been very vexed if he had not liked me.
— Perhaps, but trust my experience; I have never yet been wrong. The last time, at the club, Gritz came to pay court to me and to ask whether you were going to come to my house.
Then it was the lawsuit’s turn. I listened to all the details: “Much ado about nothing” and that is all. I should have preferred a real danger and no scandal. For the moment the rumours have ceased and people have almost forgotten, but our names provoke remarks, reminiscences, and then the outcome will bring down a thunder of gossip.
Soon I shall see Antonelli again: joy [Bottom of page: one line erased] and I am very much afraid. I am so used to expecting affronts that I am afraid of this meeting. If I go to Rome with my father I have nothing to fear; if I go without him I shall hide, I shall live as I said, and that will spare me every kind of vexation. I shall live in black velvet; I shall see no one. Everything is foreseen, and... and out of these two things there will come a third that I do not foresee. That is how it is in this world.

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