Tuesday, 14 June 1881 – 2 June

A livelier day than the others; I let myself slip into laziness; it is raining. We play cards. In the evening my father returns from Poltava and brings Vassya Lyahewitch, a good sort from these parts who looks a little like Robert Mitchell. Four new press cuttings arrive from Paris, two of them little slatings. But that does not matter. Le Sport spoke up, thanks to the obligingness of Saint Agathe, and then the others joined in the chorus. By now there are twenty that have spoken of my picture, three of them slatings, one of those by P. Orell.

Notes

The entries carry dual dating: 14 June in the Gregorian calendar (used in France) is 2 June in the Julian calendar used in Russia, then 12 days behind. Marie uses the Gregorian date. ↩