I went to the concert with a degree of anticipation, not having been to any concerts for some time, and I also hoped to see many of my friends. Quite a few of them were there although not, as a matter of fact, as many as I had been expecting. I sat with Nadya and Sonia Shtember, who invited me to call on them. Kokochka had gone to Moscow and they were lonely. Zakharov stumped noisily onto the platform and played the Bach-Busoni Fugue averagely well but never reaching the heights. On the other hand, after the interval he accompanied Hansen magnificently in Nikolayev's Violin Sonata, which was not at all a bad piece, although derivative. For an encore, he played my 'Gavotte', which was warmly applauded and even elicited a call for the composer. The Andreyevs, husband and wife, sang indifferently. Hansen had a huge success. I had been expecting that there would be supper at the Zakharovs afterwards, but in fact this was not appropriate as it was really Hansen's concert, not his. I had hoped to see the Karneyev sisters, but only Lyova came. At night I dreamed of Zakharov, Hansen, the concert, and Nina*.