On 10 May I had my organ exam, for which I diligently studied a four-part Bach fugue with the theme even appearing in the pedals. The exam took place in our organ classroom and was a closed, not a public, affair. The jury consisted of Glazunov, Wihtol and my old enemy Petrov. Handschin, who had attired himself in a long frock-coat for the occasion, assumed an energetic, business-like air. I played with considerable gusto, although my pedalling was not always precise; also I mixed up the manuals. Glazunov made notes about each student, and on mine wrote: 'Some inaccurate disposition' (or similar intellectual expression) 'of the feet, but the hands were good.'