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Note No. 18. Salon Full of Artists

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. đź’—

15th 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.

A little break in writing needed! My woman’s intuition feels that my teddy bear dreams of kisses. I will be back in a second!

 

*thirty minutes later*

 

All right! I am back! Where did I finish?

I have also met the second philosopher. He was telling stories about a life after life, a soul, and other interesting spiritual news. In general, they both were cherries on the top of the cake of society.

At the beginning everybody had to talk with one another. Introduction all the way. Later men decided to play cards and women went out to the garden not to choke because of cigar smoke. How good that I remembered to buy new spittoons!

Afterwards, Catherine brought me two letters to the park. The one time when I was talking with an actress, walking around trees. One was from William’s brother, the second one from… Juliette! I immediately excused my new friend and opened fast that last paper. Unbelievable that after all these years she wrote to me. Especially when she betrayed me so awfully after all we had been through. She wrote in the letter that she will never get peace if I do not know the truth. She swore she is innocent; she has not done anything bad to lose my friendship; she cannot understand why she was banished without mercy, but she can wonder. Sweetheart, have you not been too worried that William wanted to know about you as much as possible? We have known each other since finishing school… Honestly, I have no idea what to think about it. I need time.

I took the letter from William’s brother to the addressee just after reading mine. He stood up from the card table and he read me loud the short message – he is coming! I am glad to hear it. They have not seen each other since our wedding. Male company will do him good. I can spend more time with Mary. All right!

William asked me about the letter which I still had in my hand. It was not hard to see that I had a mess going in my head. I was utterly confused.

- My pretty flower! Why are you so sad? Why are you so worried about the past? It is why we call this unmaterial thing past. You cannot do anything with it to change it. Just accept it, let go. Especially when you did so much fuss. Just forget it. You will feel better. I told you, I only wanted to have a consultation about your fountains. She knew so well what you like, what kind of sculptures would amaze you. You really should answer her.

He kissed my cheek, gave the letter back and came back to playing cards with new friends. I called our servant and I told her to bring those letters to our cabinets.

 Then I went to the park again. I was found by my new friend right away. The actress came with another companion. They both played in theatres in the capital city. Mozart’s operas. I saw one of spectacles where one of them played a main role. My brother’s theatre obviously. The way she performed libretto was stunning, pardieu (by God). I asked the actress for the performance in our arbour tonight. The pianist had already arrived, was playing a little different paper keyboards with William and other gentlemen, and his instrument was waiting to start a show. Strong mountaineers had helped in preparations, who were happy to help knowing to be paid well later obviously. She agreed and all we could do was waiting until the evening and sunset. Such moods of nature are required when it comes to music.

Genuinely nice two souls. I mean actresses. I think we will meet more often now. I had good conversations, we have a lot in common and – what is the most important – even our children were having fun together. I saw Mary running around roses with new friends. Even a bachelor was stuck around!

Sky started becoming pink, so it was the right time for evening recitals and chants. One by one both of opera-singers showed their possibilities, Mozart obviously, one song from two different works and pianist did his best solo at the end. These performances were very vivid, stormy, sometimes tearful, and convincing heart to beat faster. I am glad that we brought so many such talented artists to our gazebo. Sitting next to me William, looked at me few times with that stare full of love and pride, he held my hand smiling. No words can express emotions like music sometimes.

Just after finished concert, everybody headed home, because it started getting dark and cold outside. Our living room is quite spacious when part of the furniture is moved so the pianist with our little giraffe piano sat down in the corner and was waiting to make the evening pleasant. The music was playing softly, and people continued talking to each other, sipping wine and eating their snacks. Of course, I was not alone. At first, I talked to a young poet, a beautiful and nice woman, and then I went to put little Mary to sleep. I told her one of her favourite stories, and as soon as she fell asleep, I went back to the living room. Some mothers like me had to leave earlier, but there were still plenty of people. Delighting the sight of smiley new faces took me a minute and then my beloved husband found me and took me dancing. It was not well to do such things, being the only dancers in the room, but my little angel was already a bit stimulated thanks to alcohol, and he loves me so much, so it just has to be forgiven, such silly jokes. Anyways, I had a lot of fun, so it is okay. We were in our own home and, surprisingly, no one could punish us for such a behaviour.

In the end, the idyll had to end, and it was time for one of the last long-awaited attractions of the evening – the recitation of poems and verbal battles of young poets. At first, three elderly men recited their poems vividly, and finally two gentlemen had a fierce fight. The man who is more popular, surprisingly, had to step aside from the one who proudly challenged him earlier, daring to call him a prophet with equal talent. It was indeed a remarkably interesting phenomenon. Absolutely yes, the Great Improvisation of the year.

The last thing before everyone had to go back to their homes – a public thing – res publica – I announced the construction of bathhouse in the area! One for the poor, one for us! Or one building with two doorways... However, I have building plans in my hand now. It will be a beautiful Gothic House. I cannot wait to see it in reality! An engineering miracle like the Royal Bathrooms.

One of the writers was extremely moved hearing my idea. He immediately came up to me with tears in his eyes and kissed my gloves. As soon as everyone left, I had to give them to Catherine to wash…

As you can see, my lovely diary, it was a successful day and meeting. At the end William congratulated me tenderly and went tired to his rooms, poor man. I just went out to look at the stars, meditate and now I am sharing my memories with you. It is time to go because we do not want to see the sunrise, do we?


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