The whole world without exception had elected to come to my concert: Rachmaninoff, Medtner, Koussevitzky, Cooper, Balmont, Mayakovsky, Borovsky, Igumnov, Koshetz - in a word le tout Moscou, musically speaking. I was told it was a long time since such an audience had been seen. Exaggerated remours subsequently circulated to the effect that some frightfully important person or other had not been able to find a seat. The fact remained that my singers - Butomo and Artemyeva - had such stage-fright that they messed up all my songs, or at least failed to shine in them. All the same, the Duckling and the especially lovely Op. 27 - receiving its first performance - had a success. In general my compositions were well received, even very well, but the enthusiastic response of Saratov was not repeated.