Saturday, 2 June 1877

All night I am pursued by three serpents that coil round me, bite me, and which I finally manage, with unimaginable difficulty, to cut into pieces and crush.
Antonelli seemed to preside over this dreadful struggle. There is no doubt some charming slander lurking there.
It is the first truly hot day. Savitch came to watch me paint. Afterwards we were at the Skating, where there was no one but Vigier and three Russians and, except for the instructor, not a single man. Soroka comes no more.
I was so thirsty that I had to buy a bottle of champagne — I drink it very rarely and only on a whim. It is strange: I am not at all bored here; the smallest thing is enough to make us laugh. Lise's speech defect — she cannot pronounce the letter r — is an entire entertainment in itself; one composes sentences expressly for her, such as this:
"Les touas camaouades Laoudéel" etc. etc. — as she begins with all r's replaced — Walitsky swoons with laughter, and we fall to talking of Melissano; then, warming gradually, Dina rises to her feet and it all ends in a tarantella. I felt like drinking something extraordinary: Lise and I went to make chocolate in the gas kitchen where Maman makes her jams; we drank the chocolate while Mme Kondareff lamented this convent existence — a true sérail with Walitsky as its eunuch. Then we made the dogs howl, then I went to see Grand-papa — and, having finally exhausted all these occupations, I went to read, play Neapolitan songs, and at last, feeling very tired, I fell to chasing Rosalie with... live fleas taken from Prater's back.
After which I carefully washed my hands and scrubbed my nails.
And now...
Tomorrow it will be only three weeks since I arrived in Nice. It feels like three months — three years.

Notes

Phonetic transcription of Lise's speech, who cannot pronounce r: "Les trois camarades Larderei" becomes "Les touas camaouades Laoudéel."