Great Lady's Diary - The Historical Fiction

Confusion of seasons   snowflakes fall on a sunny hay and a red leaf is playing with a marron* they will fall in a sea of waves of green together   *Fr. Chestnut.   Note nr 37 16 th August 1819   Such a poem has been sent to me, as I wrote about it in the previous note. I really like it. This poetry is… totally different. Concept is also intriguing… Seasons play together. There are no borders for nature. I am glad very much, in short! It is always genuinely nice to have a new friend, in addition a modern artist! All in all, I am not surprised that she lives here in mountains… I think I start to understand it all… Loneliness… And stuff… And William is gone in this huge manor! Normally I am going around all day calling him, and I cannot find him! William! Do not hide from me! I know you are somewhere here, my dear lover! So many thoughts today… So many short thoughts today… Something is coming…. Oh, it is coming… Am I repeat...

15 th August 1819   Why do people cheat? Well, maybe egoism is sometimes bigger than humanity. And egoism is cold and decomposing like a corpse. Is it possible to fight with a phantom? I do not know why… I was crying today again… I had an awful dream… My the most beautiful Dutch vases and cups have been taken to hell… Devils broke everything in pieces in front of my eyes… And then they were laughing and reviled me. Honestly, I have not felt so naked for a while… Justice is an important thing. I hope that someday everybody gets what they deserve. And then there will not be any forgiveness. Sweets will not help. Pulling hair will not help. Despair on knees will not give you a relief. But who lived justly, will take a deep breath in the end. Money did not fall far from the apple tree called justice. People would do everything for the desire of having. Unfortunately, they do not always choose a right way. But every sin can a sinner justify, is it not? Nobody likes me so ...

14 th August 1819 Thought, prayer, work, and act. I know it is an extraordinary beginning of today note… But this is where secret worlds hide… Mystical truths! This is where I will start today… And I will continue explaining yesterday evening scenes, patriotic-historical memorizing next! It may take some time… But I have such a spiritual need today. I think a lot about spiritual things another day. I am not an enthusiast of totally new religious currents, but I believe that distinction of good and bad powers makes sense. I am talking about angelic presence in everyday life and nature, and Devil temptations. Do evil whispers play a part in politics too? Surely. Thirst for power is not probably good when you strive for it leaving full graves behind your back. When you crave for a revolution because you want people to live better – that is a good reason, an idea from above. Napoleon Bonaparte made so many people believe, he gave them hope, but is it good to call yourself a god? Suc...

13 th August 1819   My dear diary, good to spend time with you again! Now I see, it is a blessing to sit in silence and reflect on latest adventures. I sit in front of the window and I can see pretty waves of mountains. My favourite type of English grandfather clocks is ticking. It sounds like a music of eternity to me. Because time never stops, though it may end for our generation one day. Happiness, peace, and truth. The most important values to me but… what it all really is? It is what I am feeling right in this moment. It is also all those things that brought me here. Happiness is being right here and feeling… the smell of life and nature, and world. Peace is hearing my own heartbeat and feeling that this fact makes me smile. Truth is following your heart and knowing you do things right. You can sleep peacefully when your truth is finally spoken. Happiness is not only just a simple smile and getting what you want. It is getting what you need. It is a constant work. I...

12 th August 1819   Extraordinary day! Extraordinary surprise! Extraordinary meeting! You will not believe what happened today! Who simply just came to us! Who beautifully honoured us by coming to our salon! Yes! The philosopher came back after a month! But it is not all! He came with extraordinarily popular poet! The realest Prophet! The one everybody heard about! The one everybody admire! Ah! And that is still not all! Give me water! Give me wine!! The Saint Martyr!! The nun who is already known in the world thanks to her miracles!! I think I am going to pass out!! They just left!! Ah, ah!!! I really need to calm down… But such a grace! Miracle! I witnessed an extraordinary theological discussion. Philosopher and poet expounded about their theory of twin souls, dark and light spirits, and the sister was trying to convert them, because these two gentlemen probably want to start a strange new sect. She was showing her wounds, trying to explain them that she suffered for ...

11 th August 1819   The script is finished! But I have been writing it for last two weeks! Deux semenes! Literally! Ah, my dear diary! I was genuinely concerned about my new vision of theatre that I completely forgot to make next notes of report on knees for you! Forgive my negligence! Ah! Misery! I am running out of paper! Few last sheets and I will have to abandon you! Ah! Misery! I will have to look for another diary! What will I do without you?! At most I will be coming back to you to recall good old times! Ah! Time to take a sip of magical water. Bien. I can describe my extraordinary idea of romance now. I have spent some time with my favourite servant Catherine on conversations lately. She told me so many fascinating folk tales, which the biggest poor pass orally from generation to generation. This way I heard so many Slavic and Lithuanian ballads. Catherine belongs to two different worlds – her father is Polish, shoemaker; the mother is Lithuanian, poor country g...

PROLOGUE Poet wears an elegant tuxedo, huge salmon bow tie under his neck, dress shoes and red French beret on his head. He runs into the stage which pretends to be the middle of dark forest. He screams next poems.   Poet:              Help! Help! Robbery!              Where is the helpful delivery?              My new poem has been stolen!              Surely by this evil forest!              My heart is broken !   He wonders for a moment. Then he starts to walk – from tree to tree.              Or maybe that is devil?            Or maybe my characters ra...