[Maxims on the title page:] ==Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much== (Luke) ==The tears of those who pray are sweeter than the...
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...
For travelling I am in a brown dress, drawn in at the waist by an Egyptian braid, black boots and gloves, and a man's hat of black felt. At my side,...
We find Marcuard's card. And that is all.
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...
I rummaged everywhere, particularly among the visiting cards and the invitations from all these ladies of Florence, and above all the portraits! The...
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...
Ah! Lord, forgive me my complaints. I know it is a sin, but forgive me and deliver me.
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...
The past is only a memory and is therefore a kind of present. The future does not exist. Let us not quibble over this by saying that the instant in...
There are races today, but I am out of sorts, I have a headache, I am in despair! It is coming over me again as it did in Nice. I have just reread my...
"The bird flies off Far away, far away, The bird flies off And comes not back."
Horse races in Florence 10 May 1877, at 3½ p.m. I. — The Elena Race Prize of 1,000 lire given by Princess Elena Demidoff for two-year-old horses...
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...
It is ridiculous to say, but my heart sinks when I look out of the window. Such sadness at leaving Florence...
What a gentle, excellent face she has!
Here is the letter I am writing to Marcuard:
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...
Poor man, I feel like a queen with him, one hardly knows why.
In our very monotonous life everything is momentous. This evening the dogs fought — poor little Pincio, known as Pintchik, was bitten and knocked...
— I have had a letter from Larderel. He is in Vienna.
Tichkevitch has taken his leave, and Galula came to see us and, speaking of Leghorn, mentioned the Larderel family; naturally I asked whether he knew...
"Because I am afraid of bursting," she replied.
Madame Anitchkoff and her children have just left; I am alone and happy...
We enjoyed ourselves like mad at the Skating rink, where I at last skated without any assistance. I am angry with myself for these ridiculous fears,...
Then came my old teacher Brunet, with whom we are going to limber up our *learning* faculties and set about the famous catalogue, which is a serious...
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...
I have come back terribly tired, with forty francs, plus twenty francs owed me by Laurenti, who was there. Tichkevitch, who has not left yet, came...
While Laurenti was with us, a letter was brought from Count F. Caracciolo. The good fellow! An excessively flowery epistle, but kind at heart, and...
Monsieur, in the name of art, send quickly the portrait requested. I wish to finish this painting before our departure; the prince himself has...
After loud cries and bursts of laughter, in which I joined only for form's sake and because such a letter from a serious man flattered me, I went off...
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 an ==outfit== consisting of a rather Directoire hat, a jacket and a blouse...
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...