I rose late and did little during the morning. I looked through the score of Terrible* and then went to the rehearsal for our concert. There was a noisy hubbub in the Conservatoire and the hall was full to capacity, in short the Conservatoire was present in corpore, the way I like it best. The rehearsal started with Terrible; I went on the platform (that is to say the stage; there being no platform the orchestra had been set out on the stage, which made it sound dreadful), but some rearrangement of the desks was going on,so I sat waiting on the lid of the piano with my back to the hall, a pose in which I rather fancied myself. I was quite confident about Terrible, and was not nervous in the slightest. It did indeed go well. Tcherepnin praised me for my 'well-thought-out' interpretation and then took over for the rest of the programme, my part being thus over. The Capriccio** sounded dull in this hall. Zelikman played decently, and Zakharov, except for his opening chord, very well indeed, better than I had expected and without any of his off-putting Zakharovesque tricks. Max and I sat up on the top balcony to listen.