With every day the Bolshevik “government” that consists of criminal riffraff (with the exception of scoundrel-ringleaders and other adherents) gradually pulls in the security forces. A thug, Orlov-Kievskiy, is now a commissar. See more
I was in an old Moscow apartment when the Bolshevik coup took place. I began to remodel my first piano concerto, which I was going to play again, and I was plunged into my work and did not notice what was happening around me. As a result, life during the anarchist coup, which brought death to all those people of non-proletarian origin, was relatively easy for me. See more
My sweet Fofa, I am writing my last letter to you and sending it to Moscow, where, I suppose, you have already arrived. I want to tell you that in all likelihood, I will be departing from here alone on the 15th of September, and I hope to be in Moscow on the 17th late in the evening. These days, I have been playing in Yalta. I took on this concert just to make a bit of money. See more
I’m living in Yessentuki, where I came to be treated. I feel rather awful.