Monday, 3 February 1879

Cassagnac is elected but has only a majority of 990 votes; at the last elections in 1877 he had a majority of 4,131. Which gives one reason to hope that next time he will be done for completely.
Maman has of course announced my medal to everyone. The Coubés, who are in Menton, send me a telegram of congratulations. Mme Abaza is in San Remo — that whole set sees one another. Dourassoff is there as well, and Bihovetz.
And then a little article appeared in La Vie mondaine of Nice; I showed it to Julian, who is very pleased.
The great families continue to flock to the shores of the Mediterranean, which are filling with the most illustrious titled names.
The Princesse de Sagan, the Marquise de Gallifet and the Baron Seillière, newly arrived, occupy at 63 Promenade des Anglais, in a fine situation, a magnificent villa whose vast gardens, full of greenery, flowers and succulents, bathe their roots, so to speak, in the blue sea with its diamond-studded waves.
This property belongs to one of the best families of Russia, the Baskirtseff family, faithful guests of Nice.
By the way, an indiscretion which proves once again how highly the arts are favoured in high society.
Mlle Marie de Baskirtseff, who is not yet nineteen and has been studying painting for only a year, has just obtained in Paris, at M. Julian’s school of Fine Arts, 36 rue Vivienne, a silver medal, awarded by MM. Robert Fleury, Boulanger, etc., the highest distinction granted on such occasions.
It is a case for saying: the arts have no fatherland.
They belong to every nationality and every era — like success at every age.
Yesterday I went to see L’Assommoir, and I think it very fine. But before that, from four o’clock — or a quarter to five — right up to nightfall, I tried to make a sketch. One must get used to it... Those downstairs do them every Sunday: they are given a subject and must dash off a sketch from memory.
I am beginning at the beginning: Adam and Eve, on a no. 4 canvas. And now I am off; I shall do one every week. If I listened to myself I would never stop holding forth about my talent. For a first attempt, my sketch is very good... I shall show it to Julian along with another that I shall do...

Notes

The paper makes Marie younger than she was: born in November 1858, she was twenty. ↩