Thursday, 30 September 1880 — Friday, 1 October 1880

We went to the circus yesterday; I went there to display my face in its beauty. Berthe had come to ask herself to dinner, and I steered her onto the subject of young Blanc of Monaco — and I must say I retain few doubts about her virtue. She begins by speaking of the Gaulois article and claiming she has seen Blanc twice in her life, and then, little by little, she recounts such a quantity of things she says she got from the said Blanc that it is physically impossible he should have told them to her in two meetings. And besides she knows everything about him — one does not occupy oneself in that way with an indifferent acquaintance. She was even naive enough to defend him against our attacks (?)
In any case there is the money question, and it is dear Robert who arranged things. As for the young woman — though she acted out of self-interest, she probably has a soft spot for her friend; I thought I detected it in certain inflections of her voice. Uncle Lautrec read her fortune in the cards and predicted she would have a great deal of money and love from a man other than her husband.
Kaverine came with his daughter Sophie. We took her to the Bois with us, and she told me what is happening in Russia. The child is under close police surveillance for having said, on an examination day when the Grand Duke was expected, that she cared far more about sitting her examination than about the Grand Duke's visit. In addition, being very shortsighted she wore a pince-nez, thanks to which she was denounced to the police — eyeglasses and pince-nez being, in a woman, signs of advanced ideas. People are deported, imprisoned, exiled for a word. Domiciliary visits are made at night; if you are not very dangerous, you are exiled to Vyatka or Perm; if you are very dangerous, Siberia, the gallows. There is not a family without at least one exile, one hanged person, or one person under surveillance. The espionage is so thoroughly organised that it is impossible to converse at home, within the family, without everything being reported to the proper authorities.
One comic episode among others: the socialist propagandists having disguised themselves as Jews (our Jews, as you know, dress in long frock coats, with side-curls, pointed beards, and silk caps), the gendarmes tore off several false beards and arrested the disguised men — but carried away by their zeal they also set upon real Jews and caused them to utter the most terrible cries, for apparently there is no pain comparable to that of having a beard and moustache violently pulled.
Poor country — and the other day I was accusing myself of cowardice for not wanting to go there! But is it possible? The socialists there are atrocious villains who assassinate and plunder; the government is arbitrary and stupid; these two dreadful forces wage war on each other, and sensible people are crushed between them. Little Sophie told me, after two hours of conversation, [Crossed out: with me] that for a tenth of what I say, I would be sent to forced labour or hanged, and that if I go to Russia, my case is settled.
I shall go to Russia when there is in that beautiful country some respect for human rights — when one can be useful there by some means other than being exiled for having said that the censorship is very severe.
All this makes one's blood boil so... would there not be a way to found an honest liberal party? For I hate the crimes of the socialists as much as those of the government.
The socialists are the most guilty — they could have saved their country from its horrible régime...
Ah! If I did not have my painting, how I would...
Am I not to spend the winter of 1881–1882 in Petersburg? Of course — well then, once in the country itself, one shall see what it is possible to do.
We encountered the ineffable Melissano — he must have come to call on us.
Oh! Frenchmen who say you are neither happy nor free! What is happening in Russia now is what happened in France under the Terror — a gesture, a word, and you are undone. Ah! How much still remains to be done for men to be even approximately happy!
"We are in the process of freeing woman," says Dumas fils; "when that is done, we shall try to free God; and as then there will be perfect accord among the three eternal estates — God, man, and woman — we shall see more clearly and move more quickly."
The woman question is one of the most odious, and when one thinks that everything has progressed except that, one is truly stupefied. Read Dumas's pamphlet, Les femmes qui votent et les femmes qui tuent — Dumas's cutting talent no longer shocks me in these pages, though the man is still a little too haughty toward women. But, on the whole, there is something good in it.