Discovery of The Original Diary
Until recently the accepted date of Bashkirtseff's birth was November 11, 1860. However, after the discovery of the original manuscript of Bashkirtseff‘s diary in the Bibliothèque nationale de France, it was found that her diary had been abridged and censored by her family. Her date of birth (1858 not 1860) was also falsified by her mother. The unabridged edition of the diary, based on the original manuscript, was published in France in 16 volumes, and excerpts (years 1873-1876) translated into English (see Reference).
I was born the 11th It's horrifying just to write it, but I console myself by thinking that I certainly will not have any age when you read me.
—I Am the Most Interesting Book of All: The Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff, Author's preface with comment of translator, p. 1
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Self-portrait, 1880
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Autumn, 1883
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The Meeting, 1884
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