Such appears to us in his diary Maria Bashkirtseva that constantly multiplies its images from page to page. She does not forget to describe to us none of their clothes, and each new toilet feels a fresh, different, new, and very like himself in a renewed, yet unfamiliar, new, different form. I took most of my mother's shawl, made in the center of a hole for the head and sewed it on the sides. This smooth classic pleated shawl attached to my appearance is something east, biblical, unusual. I'm going to Laferreram and Carolina three hours makes me a dress in which I seemed shrouded in cloud. It is a piece of English crepe, she puts me right on the folds, so that I look thin, elegant, high.