At one o'clock Mama and I went to the Conservatoire for the general rehearsal of our operas. Having seated Mama in the balcony with V. O. Yablonskaya, I went back down and after half an hour found my dear Lel, looking utterly ravishing. When the Snow Maiden rehearsal began I sat in the front row. Umnova sang Lel's aria neither badly nor well, but Tcherepnn made her do it again and this time it was not bad at all. In the final analysis Umnenkaya does not have a particularly big voice, but the timbre is good. Her agitation was such that it transmitted itself even to me; anxiety on behalf of others, however slight, is a greater torment than for oneself. All around I heard people whispering how lovely she looked.