classico, in accordance with my musical studies at that time. And that's how my Intermezzo was born into the world . . ."--VLADIMIR STASOV
11 March  Village of Volok
I write the andante.77
I am splendidly situated, so far in good health and in comparatively good spirits.
I lead the life of a respectable person--go to bed at eleven, rise at eight and this schedule is proving very pleasant for me.--Snow, wind and frost. I wait with impatience for spring--to begin the cure--it's time to start my brain working, let's stop fooling around; I must work, I must do things, and one can do it only when the spirit's in a normal disposition, in a delirious condition one can only tremble, create fantasies and squander one's strength in vain--in its way it is a kind of masturbating--only spiritually.
How is your business in reference to the concerts and is Heirarch Dubinstein scheming or not?78 Write me about it.--Has Korsik finished his scherzo79 and is it good? (One must assume it is!) Write about this also--all these things are extremely interesting to know.
When one changes one's atmosphere and surroundings--one feels refreshed; the past becomes purified, standing in bold relief and then one can bravely analyze what one has lived through. Having realized this now that I've gone to the country--I see that, although I haven't run away from work, I have--with my Russian laziness--done little; I do not have any particular faith in my talent, although I don't have any doubt of it; therefore I want to work according to my strength, and I will, but I am searching for other activities where I could make myself useful. Moreover, I am discovering in myself something that is already obvious--a kind of looseness, a softness; you called it doughiness, I now recall, and I was a little hurt, because dough has the quality of retaining the impression of dirty fingers as well as clean ones.--However, I intend to get rid of this softness, it knocks me out;____________________