Marie Bashkirtseff (From Childhood to Girlhood) by Marie Bashkirtseff
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ungrateful, wicked city.
Sad and irresolute yesterday, I am gay and confident to-day. I have written to my aunt to send me F----, the ugly little negro will be very nice to have here. I have had a good dinner, and spent the evening in reading the history of Charles the Bold. I thought, "in my ingenuous candour," that there was no society except in Nice, but there is a great deal, and even very excellent. After the drive we went down the Corso, thronged with carriages, between rows of pedestrians of all classes. D----was among them. Now that my eyes are opened to see the beauties and antiquities of Rome, I am growing curious, eager to visit everything. I am no longer drowsy. I am in a hurry to be everywhere. I want to live at full speed again. Ah! if only I could!... Again a longing for Nice. The poorest thing, by resisting, gains worth. Be thoroughly convinced of this genuine truth. Do not believe that I am stupefied to the point of not seeing beyond the city of S----; on the contrary, I am more ambitious than ever. But meanwhile, to spit upon some one who has spit on us, to give the person a kick, is a pleasure which every well-born soul can permit itself. Friday, January 7th, 1876. Goodness! What prices people ask in Rome! For 1,800 francs one has only the barest necessaries! At the Hôtel de Rome I saw an apartment |
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