excerpt from 'Sergey Prokofiev diaries: April 1917' pp. 189-190 (90 words)

excerpt from 'Sergey Prokofiev diaries: April 1917' pp. 189-190 (90 words)

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Sergey Prokofiev diaries: April 1917

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On the 14th I attended a recital of works by Scriabin marking the second anniversary of his death. And it was a strange experience: I came to it from the second act of Kitezh, and after the terrors of the Tartar flight Scriabin's Preludes seemed to me so neutral, so tame and irrelevant, that I suffered intolerable pangs of boredom and only woke up towards the end of the concert with the Seventh and Ninth Sonatas. I did not much care for Borovsky's interpretation either: it was cold and superficial. 

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excerpt from 'Sergey Prokofiev diaries: April 1917' pp. 189-190 (90 words)

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