[...] I then took myself off to the first closed-invitation 'Bronze Horseman' evening, which was taking place in Professor Svyatlovsky's apartment. Here everything was in full swing, although there were not many musicians there. I played and was well received, although the Russian poets were some way behind the French aficionados: they were baffled by the Sarcasms, so much so that the host actually got angry and was heard to say in the next room: 'Yes, well, of course, Prokofiev has proved in his earlier works that he is talented, but that hardly gives him the right to make fun of the public as he does in his latest things!'