Tuesday, 19 June 1877

Every day for a month I have been repeating that I must leave by the 15th of June, and begging everyone to make ready, saying each time that I expect scenes and imploring them to spare me the ordeal.
In short, today I was driven to the point of biting iron! At the very moment of departure the same pretexts as always, advanced with a composure and an impudence!!!
For three days I have been half mad, as if in a daze… I began to weep — they persisted; I shouted — no more success; and so I smashed what I could, uttered terrible curses, and shoved and struck my aunt!
Forgive me this monstrosity, in consideration of the fact that I confess it so bluntly.
If you were in my place, you might not condemn me quite so severely.
After this dreadful scene I fell into such a torpor that I remained three or four hours in the same armchair while a game of piquet was played with the Anitchkoffs.
My aunt and Maman are good and merciful; they do not even hold it against me. What would frighten them is anything that might rebound upon me. They know that I am half mad and entirely unhappy. If I were not so disgusted and horrified, I would say that they have fallen into a passive obedience, and that within the sort of black cloud that envelops me, I take pleasure in this monstrous power.
Mme Anitchkoff says she would like to see me always like this.
— You are calm; your face is rested and breathes tranquillity and goodness — and you are pretty.
For the first time since my childhood I have spent an entire day in everyone's company.
Mme Kondareff arrived as merry as a bird, with her cousin Baranvitch, who was very ill. You remember him, do you not — from the first days of my arrival? We took tea in the garden.