Great Lady's Diary - The Historical Fiction

20 th July 1819   Today is a good day for a story about mountain walks. Yesterday was an adventure. I have enough of meditation, and I guess so do you. Without further ado, let me cut to the chase. When I laid quill down, I ran straight to our guest to welcome them duly on the porch. My husband also came few minutes later. Catherine opened the door of carriage and we found... his brother. We both were satisfied but not astonished. After welcoming, we met again in the dining room. It was the time of dinner. After sumptuous and satiating meal, we went for a walk to the park. This is where the idea of going to mountains immediately bloomed in our heads. Brother insisted hard to head to the lake which is luckily not too far from our home. What a romantic aura to see how delicate waves of mountains are barely seen in the distance. This is so mysterious, intriguing, even dark. How such giants can so easily disappear and become blurry in the clouds? High flight is chilly, sta...

19 th July 1819   Write something here. Yes, diary. I am counting how much place I have to write, fill the gap. Do not ask. This is the third day of permanent reflection. My beloved William! Did you not know that a girl can wait patiently even seven years when she knows she found the one? That she can wait for years for her first kiss, first walk, first recital of heart, first breath? Nobody would ever make me happy as you. I had never let anyone to look at me. Once or twice, I do not even remember, I was interested in my life previously. I was young and silly, such a spring chicken like others, but both only laughed in my face. Suddenly my brother’s presence on throne made them remind themselves about me. Pardon lords, this boat has floated away a long ago. I had always been going places alone, I was waiting patiently for love, did not know with what kind of caviar I can eat it. Then I met you, my love. What more can I say? Cupid’s arrow was poisoned, and I am lovesick...

18 th  July 1819   Today I decided to write few words about the experience of love at first sight, because I mentioned this previously. Nothing special is happening now so I can spend time contemplating my own emotions. Meditate with me today, my dear diary. You can pretend to be a philosopher just like me. What love at first sight is? Does it exist? Does it exist not? I am an experienced person so I can say that it does. I would like to explain it, describe it today.  When I met William, it was something more than a crush. Obviously, I needed time to realize what I was feeling; what happened to me that night. Well, you just stand there, you cannot take your eyes off the loved one. It is beyond your ability to understand what is happening. World simply disappears, you do not listen to anyone, even to him, you do not think at all. At most, you relive inside the fact that he just spoken to you. Obviously, you are unable of understanding his words. Later you may have i...

17 th July 1819   Old memories are floating around my head. I remember first years of our romance. All we could have was letters and meetings at… European cemeteries. We had no right to appear publicly. We had no right to love in a secret. Since the very first day our relationship was made to sink. Only at nights I could count on kisses in the moonlight in arbours, could counts words of letters between sheets. I could not have anything more. Supposedly his heart belonged to me, but we had to be homeless lovers. He chose such a life where I was unable of calling him my sailor. It was always slipping through my fingers easily like a silky glove. I remember our first summer by the sea. As if he was next to me, but he was not. I remember how he held me in his arms tightly and sun was sparkling in his hair and around sea waves. I remember drawing hearts on sand and how good it was to laugh with him around golden heads of grain. I was always running away from him and he was chasin...

  Golden his heads of grain Delicate sailor’s moustache Air waves of the feeling – Breeze of the fan lace   Natural zigzag of cheeks White hat on smooth chest On the neck valuable necklace – Amber of rare sensation   Salty maritime tears heart rock People will never understand How much sunny sugar, flowers   Harvest of love, harvest of sadness He must sail away, there is no help This kind of romance – his embrace –* * This poem was originally written in my language; I focused on the meaning instead of rhymes and shape while translating it. Yes, I tried to write a modern sonnet. And last words are added to fill the gap which looked really awfully here...

16 th July 1819   Oh, my dear head! Cannot you hurt a little less? Yesterday was wonderful! So, I guess everybody must feel that happiness in bones today. Ah. We really need to break in today. William! Are you asleep? I want to go for a walk! My sweet orange little pumpkin! Before you get up, I will lay a little on the chaise longue in our drawing room. It seems to be extremely comfortable here today. And the carpet is softer for feet. And these friezes are pretty. Such equal shapes and gaps etc. So vibrantly my shoes stomp against this surface. All right, enough of silly things! Yesterday William’s brother’s letter had to be written much earlier, I guess two weeks ago so any moment we can expect the guest! Such a merveilleuse news! Maybe we all could go for a mountain walk? Such a good climate we have here, this place is so beautiful, but maybe I would rather not to meet an elk…   What a wonderful fireplace suit! Why I did not notice it earlier…? These views! T...

Dedicated to my lover, friends, family and Twitter followers who were extremly nice to me lately. I hope you find yourself in the new chapter. I wish you all great experience of reading my little salon masterpiece hah. 💗 15 th July 1819   Magic! This day is nothing but pure magic! I have spent a wonderful day around friendly people. Who was not here! Writers, publicists from well known papers, poets, actresses, philosophers, pianists! Long to mention all! Against all odds, I am in mood to introduce everybody! Ah, where to begin? That troublesome philosopher obviously came to our house again. But this time he was not alone – his friend was with him, German friend, the same profession. It was the first time when we saw his whole behaviour in the company. We have seen him acting around women just like around me previously. I was not special. That is why we know now that William’s fear was unfounded. He can sleep calmly. Such an extremely outgoing kind of man apparently. ...

Dedicated to my bf, yes again. Say what? I really need to make him feel loved, y'all know? But next time maybe one of my readers will deserve it? Just let me know what you think about my story. Yes, here, below. ;) 14 th July 1819   I love my little jewellery box. It is made of amber, it is impressing, astonishing, artistic, and valuable. I have here quite a lot of jewels from France. Ces bijoux sont mon cœur (this jewelry is my heart). I am dressing up in my diamonds while William is shaving. He says that toilette est important and well-maintained sideburns make him feel more like a man. And I agree with him. I like very much to feel this delicate facial hair under my fingers, and he likes when I am admiring his face closely. My spiny teddy bear! Moreover, he shines manly when he stands like this and shaves like this. Ah! He is such a tasty morsel of creamy cake. Women have always been crazy about him, but he is in 100% only mine and he always will. Anyways, the house and mo...