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.
The windows that look out onto the balcony are nearest to the street - this is our big hall, well, here. It is sometimes cold where we are, and then it is good and warm.
A big hello to everyone.
All and all the best, Katya, my dear.
Kisses. Yours A.
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. See more
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).