My concert took place yesterday. For the first time, I publicly played the 3rd Sonata and the “Transience”. Of course, the premiere should have been given in Petrograd, and not Kislovodsk, but I look at this performance as a rehearsal before the concert in the capital.
I believed that it would be full: Kislovodsk was filled up to the brim with people from Petrograd and Moscow, who could have potentially known me, but there were very few of them. Through the hole in the curtain I saw, in the fifth row, TaliaPrincess Vera Meshcherskaya, cousin of Peter Struve, the maid of honor of one of the great princesses. After the October Revolution, she emigrated to France, where she became head of the "Russian House". Organized a cemetery for Russian emigrants in Sainte-Geneviève-des-Bois. and Vera Nikolaevna; despite my intense search, I didn’t see NinaNina Meshcherskaya is the daughter of the banker Alexei Meshchersky. Sergei Prokofiev was in love with her.. The concert was averagely successful: the public liked how I played, but it did not understand what I was playing.
The traditional history of the Russian intelligentsia is over. It was in power, and there was hell on earth. Indeed, the Russian revolution has some great mission, but the mission is not creative, but negative - it must expose the lie and emptiness of some idea that the Russian intelligentsia was obsessed with and with which it poisoned the Russian people.
The bourgeois Provisional Government, backed into a corner by the pressing revolution, is trying to wiggle out of it, slapping us with false promises that they are not planning to flee Petrograd and surrender the capital.
The work is so-so… I read proofs of the “Great Revolution” and “Notes”, I see a lot of people. I am preparing another large work - a constructive one, and devote time to the Society of rapprochement with England. Visitors come in the evening, after 8, almost every day.
Two phone calls with Gippius and Merezhkovsky. A phone call with Vengerov (he wants to elect me to the Literature fund. I am so old).
My table is covered with Belyaev's case files (the former Minister of the Military).
My dear Katya!
I am sending you a view of the Governor’s House. On this balcony, we often sat for long periods of time. Our windows face the street behind the trees on the corner.
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