Monday, 11 July 1881 – 29 June

It is Paul’s name day. The military band has been brought in to play during dinner and in the evening on the balcony. In transporting the soldiers and their instruments, one of the postilions broke his leg, and they immediately gave him the gambling winnings of the day, which already amounted to fifty roubles — my suggestion. Few guests: Lihopoy, Etienne, and the proprietor of the hotel where we stay in Poltava. The gentlemen play cards with him and admit him to their company. He has married a young woman of good family. But to keep company with a hotel-keeper... well.
Then the family — we are fourteen.
I dress wonderfully. Dina is also very charming. For a time I talk and laugh with Lihopoy and Micha as though it genuinely amuses me. Others listened to what entertaining things we were saying.
We dance a quadrille (I gave Paul fifty roubles) — Lihopoy dances with Mme, with Paul and his wife as vis-à-vis; myself and Micha opposite the Princess, with Etienne, Sperandio and Catherine. The room is vast, and the music helping, feet become merry. Dina dances all evening, by herself like one possessed — every sort of improvised step, and truly with great grace apart from that certain something indecent about her, which showed less than usual this evening. All of this illegible of conversations. I too, with my atrocious grief that is giving me grey hair, danced for a moment — for there was Nini turning about all happily, and the tireless Dina. But I without gaiety — only without pretension, without men. I know how much I can drink without the least trouble in the world: a full bottle of champagne plus a small glass. Supper passes at two o’clock. I wonder what on earth filled the evening. My father, Etienne, Paul and Micha played cards a little — but we?
I do not get to bed until about four o’clock.

Notes

La Saint Paul: the feast of Saints Peter and Paul, 29 June Old Style, 11 July in the Western calendar; Paul’s name day. ↩