Oh! but I nearly forgot to say anything about the morning. Melissano came to sit so I could paint him in oils. It was charming — in an hour and a...
Dina is a little indisposed and keeping her room, so I have the best seat, which lets me enjoy the drive more fully. I could always have had this...
On Monday Marcuard is giving a lunch for the Mirafiores; they will see my photograph at his house — the one I promised him yesterday "to add to the...
I saw them all at the Cascine, except the old countess. And I saw Namara again — the man with the dog, from Nice. I am always afraid those Nice...
But I am stupidly attached to his family, to his city... only I could be capable of such follies, follies... because I don't love him and want to...
What a gentle, excellent face she has!
I saw Barnola only to receive his farewell — he came to deliver the customary cargo of innocent and not-so-innocent gossip, news, and all those...
The thought that my journal will not be interesting, the impossibility of giving it interest by withholding surprises — these things torment me. If I...
It is Audiffret who is not pleased. We ran into him with Laurenti, who was leaving just as we were arriving. A few words were exchanged. He could not...
I stayed a long time in the garden playing the mandoline; the night is so beautiful... I am so unhappy... I am irritable to the point of fury, and...
In our very monotonous life everything is momentous. This evening the dogs fought — poor little Pincio, known as Pintchik, was bitten and knocked...
"Because I am afraid of bursting," she replied.
We had a wonderful time at the Skating rink, where I at last skated without any assistance. I am angry with myself for these ridiculous fears, and I...
Coming out, while everyone was there, the famous Mme Korsakoff's son — who has come to end his days in Nice also, and had greeted us very sparingly...
*Monsieur, in the name of art please send quickly the portrait requested.* *I wish to finish this painting before our departure — the prince himself...
And I would love her more than *my own* daughter — I don't know why, because it would please me that people would say... I don't know what... that I...
Antonelli seemed to preside over this dreadful struggle. There is no doubt some charming slander lurking there.
"These are not gifts, Mademoiselle Marie — it is the love of all of us!"
I fled to my room, where some frivolous reading gradually calmed me. Fortunately there were no outsiders — Nemekoff, who shows not the slightest...
Despite the heat, I painted; and Collignon having come, I put together a *toilette* consisting of a rather Directoire hat, a jacket and a blouse with...
While the horrors are being verified, the wretched imbecile clutches his stomach and cries that he has six children (four of whom are dead), and a...
That great gangling lout of an Emile makes a show of it — he laughs when I don't greet him; as much as you like, my boy, you are angry all the same.
Triphon did not pay for the fête and told people that I had given him no money. As this placed me in a rather strange light with the people of the...
Brunet arrives; then I paint; then I lie down; then I go out with everyone — but it is tedious. We encounter Galula, and further on Soroka — but the...
After a long and pleasant sea-bath we all dined together — Bihovetz and the Anitchkoffs. After that there was card-playing; as it bored me, I...