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
At the benefit concert at the Intimate Theatre, they performed a romance by RachmaninovComposer, pianist, conductor, based on (old) lyrics by Merezhkovsky “Christ has Risen.” One sailor from the audience did not like the meaning of the lyrics (Christ would have cried had he seen the earth covered in blood and hatred of our days). So the sailor shot at the singer, point blank. Grazed his hair, almost killed him.
That’s how things are here. The main stairwell of the Smolny is covered in red wine and has frozen like that. And it is the Residenz-Palace!
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
I sat all day long at my desk or at the piano, ignoring the rumbling of pistols and rifles. I would meet all of my uninvited guests with the words of Archimedes, which he uttered during the conquest of Syracuse. In the evenings, however, I was reminded of my duties as a “citizen”, and in turn, with other tenants, had to protect the house, as well as take part in the house “committee”, organized immediately after the Bolshevik insurrection.
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
Life here is incredibly expensive, and we have spent quite a lot. Disgusting as it is to perform in such times, I decided to do so anyway. Goodbye! I hope we will see each other soon. I’ll take this opportunity to thank you again “for your blood” since I have been “drinking” it since July.
I’m living in Yessentuki, where I came to be treated. I feel rather awful.