We worry, both Anyuta and I—Ezel and Dago have been taken. See more
An evening with Anyuta at the Bohemia Theatre. Dull, wasn’t worth it. In general, opera is unbearably dull as a genre.
I drew for quite a long time after breakfast, was finishing off a drawing I started over two years ago – an imaginary portrait of a marquise with a powdered face, for sale, a silly thing.
I've been reading the Pepis diaryThe diary of Pepis - a British state official of the navy, author of a diary about everyday London life during the Restoration. in bed. Very curious diary form, just like my notes.
The events are developing so fast and with so many surprises that you can’t believe that you are living in them, and not in some kind of story or novel. See more
It is a cloudy morning, with a smell of burning. Everything is covered in lilac fog. Beautiful.
What a wonderful day, a very hot one. I went to get a haircut, my hairdresser was a rude, sordid girl. Everyone is now rude, lazy, it’s as if they are doing you a favor.
The opening of the Duma, riots are “promised”.
Frivolous, very pretentious, very ignorant, muddled and stupid.
Shura showed us the painting he has begun for the Moscow Kazanskaya Railway Station. I was not impressed with his sketches, which appear boring and banal. The overall impression is one of heaviness: muddy colours and wilting subjects. But his work is sincere. Of course I kept my opinion to myself, but I will need to tell him when the work begins in earnest.
For the first time since the New Year I painted today at the Zvantseva SchoolA private drawing school founded by Elizabeth Zvantseva, a childhood friend of Luba. The school taught many well-known artists: Bakst, Petrov-Vodkin etc.. Petrov-Vodkin led the day’s session. He corrected a number of paintings, but not mine. After the session finished and the students left we argued.
I painted the last engraving - a woman with the devil.