excerpt from 'Sergey Prokofiev diaries: 23 February 1919' pp. 392 (103 words)
excerpt from 'Sergey Prokofiev diaries: 23 February 1919' pp. 392 (103 words)
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In the afternoon a concert by Rachmaninoff with, at last, a Russian programme, a modern one, no less: Rachmaninoff, Scriabin, Medtner. It was magnificently played, but badly chosen. When I went into the green room, which was full of people, Rachmaninoff received me very oddly: he graciously extended his large, soft hand but did not interrupt the conversation he was having with some gentleman or other. I could have been offended by this, but later I thought: three years ago I had been tactless, even if legitimate, in criticising his approach to Scriabin. Now he is afraid I might make further inappropriate strictures. |
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