On Thursday there was a student concert in the Conservatoire: a student orchestra conducted by students, with student soloists. The most interesting work on the programme was Korsakov's Concerto, performed by Lemba. I joked that 'Malko conducted while Lemba played'. Lemba was not bad, although sometimes he lacked power. Towards the end he was overcome by nerves and started to play fistfuls of wrong notes, and he completely fluffed the octaves at the end, when his hands seized up altogether. I relayed all these comments to him and he entirely agreed with them. A lot of people felt that I was being too severe, and one of the girls said, 'You'll make a real newspaper critic one of these days!' On the whole I was pleased by this remark: I could indeed become a good critic, and a right bitch to boot, and then they would all catch it. The music in Korsakov's Concerto is extremely beautiful and original, not at all like many other concertos. I asked Winkler to let me play it in due course, and he said that he would do so.