Before the war I have seen one of Diaghilev’s ballets that caused a scandal—Stravinsky’s “Rite of Spring.” But I have never seen anything like what happened at the “Parade.” People, sitting in the orchestra, rushed towards the stage, and angrily screamed, “Curtain!”
While at the same time a horse with a cubist muzzle came on stage and began to perform circus tricks—went on its knees, danced, bowed. The spectators, it seemed, thought that the artists were making fun of them and have completely lost their heads, screaming, “Death to the Russians! Picasso—Boche! Russians—Boches!”
I always give up my seat for old men, old women. To old women—with joy, to old men—with delight. (But not to those shaved ones, that would be offensive. I smile at the shaved ones). I have scared one old man to death with this. See more
Another one, to whom I offered five kopecks (it was early morning and they couldn't change his money), he looked at me for a long time, not understanding, "How will I pay you back?" "Goodness, it is just five kopeck!" "No my dear lady, this is impossible." (The old man was from the old ones). "Come on, sir, either pay up or get off," the conductor was rushing him. "For God’s sake," I pleaded with him. The old man was still looking suspiciously. "Take it, if you are being offered!" said some worker angrily. The old man still was not sure. And then, suddenly, with an inspired face, "What is your name?" "Mine? Marina." "Well, my dear lady. As soon as I get off, in the first church, I will buy a candle with these five kopecks and will light it to your health." "Ok, that's fine!" And he laughed happily.
The newspapers are riddled with headlines, "A Menacing Moment," "Grave Sin," "On the Edge of Ruin," "Anarchy"—with reports of agricultural disorders and soldier riots. Lenin's Zinovyev, overstraining himself, yells, "Down with all kings, monarchs, bourgeoisie, landowners and other oppressors!" Calls for wide fraternization on all fronts. See more
And now we are all mentally ill, one of the symptoms of the disease is a mania of empty rhetoric and logomachy. And the masses are still only in swaddles of elementary ideology. Who will have to atone for people's ignorance? The longing for common sense and rule of law is eating away at me.
I have heard the roar of a bayonet attack in Flanders, but it was nothing compared to what was happening in Théâtre du Châtelet! On the night of "Parade's" premier I was surprised at Diaghilev. This brave man listened to the roar of the hall, all white in the face as if a dead man. He was afraid—and he had reasons to be afraid. See more
The weather remained overcast and rainy. The lighting in the rooms was poor, and the boredom in the rooms was incredible. While playing with Marie I regularly won at backgammon. It is really like a poor bezik. I walked for an hour and. a half during the day. We had to wait for dinner from eight to nine o'clock. The electric lighting is fixed in the dining room, but in the hall it is not yet fixed.