otherwise; among masses of men, just as in each man, the finest traits always escape our grasp, those traits untouched by any one: to observe and study these, by reading, by observation, and by conjecture, to study them with all one's inner being, and feed humanity with them- such a healthy dish as they have never before tasted--there's a task! rapture and everlasting rapture!
Isn't this what we must try for in our Khovanshchina, my dear soothsayer?
18 October '72 in Petersburg.
Although I am no woman, here is a P.S.:
Repin--"Volga Boatmen" pioneers in new lands
Antokolsky--"The Inquisition""towards new shores."
Another P.S.: Sculpture limited to light and dark tones is unsatisfactory.
Painting, regardless of the wealth of colors, is not satisfactory enough. Sculpture in colors must be developed, and for this, materials must be invented, the process to reveal the most delicate touches. What might Antokolsky have done with this in his "Inquisition," especially with the use of light that he already has!
MY DEAR généralissime, 26 December, '72 [Tuesday]
I've had to spend all these days in the company of worshipers of absolute musical beauty 22 and have experienced a strange feeling of emptiness in conversation with them; this strange feeling of emptiness was replaced by an even stranger one, but an inescapable feeling--I cannot name it: it is such a feeling as hurts one in losing a very near and dear person, with whom, as they say, "the days were spent and the nights beguiled." Life boils and springs with such a person and one wants so passionately to live; this dear person passes away--and it is as if one were in a dense forest, at night, hearing only some sort of____________________