Went to my English lesson at half past one. I had not learned so many words for today, nevertheless was praised and told there was every hope I would soon be able to speak really well. I then went to the Conservatoire to listen to the Quinquennial Competition, in which female students who have graduated during the past five years are eligible to compete. I got there near the end to hear Poznyakova play Liszt's Mephisto with staggeringly pearly brilliance. If only there were a modicum of brains to occupy the vacuum inside her skull she would be a marvellous pianist. Unfortunately I missed hearing Golubovskaya and Katyusha Borshch. Afterwards I mixed with the hopefuls awaiting the awarding of the prize, my old flame Katyusha Borshch among them. She has regained her former beauty, flirted very amiably with me (and I with her) and asked me to give her my Concerto. Most willingly. She is married now and lives in Helsingfors.