Poverty in the United States is not an artist's badge of pride, it is a sign of not "making it," of the impoverishment of one's dreams and hopes. There have been a few suicides among the emigré artists, here and in other Western countries. Many emigrés find it very difficult to come to terms with their lack of success. Others are more realistic.
"Some artists are stupid. Last week L. committed suicide. He threw himself under the train. Artists think all America waits for them. I know that's not true. I'm Jewish. No one waits for Jews to come. Some think they are great geniuses and people will give them everything . . . I know I'll reach my goals and make it but I have to take it easy. I work."
A few of the artists have made quite successful adjustments to their new life, but the majority expressed feelings of isolation and were anxious about the future. As one artist put it: "You should write how alone Soviet artists are in America."