June 1. 1870
. . . On Sunday evening I was at the Purgolds, where it was not at all boring, and I was taken home from there at one o'clock in the morning, not only by our company but also by the hosts and their guests; there were almost twenty of us and, truly, hearing the talk and laughter, the residents along those streets must have thought us a crowd of drunks. Yesterday I had the two Purgolds, Korsinka, Mili, Bach, your dyainka [ Musorgsky], Paleček and Petrov. There was lots of music and singing and I felt fine. But it was too bad that you didn't hear . . . what your dyainka was doing with the Purgolds, what he said, was simply awful; and later in mezza voce in their presence he whispers to me quietly (in Bach's manner): "You can do anything you want with these people. They won't understand"; he was awfully prankish, he simply astonished me; I had never seen him like this before . . .
18 June 1870 Petrograd On the very Thursday
To Doña Anna-Laura and to the charming Orchestra, greetings. He is grateful, he writes, he sends17--he long since risked his neck, because risk is necessary.--Thus the Seminarist is abandoned to the printer's sacrificial altar.--So be it!
He is very grateful--he asks the dear Orchestra to keep the proofreading in mind; he asks this especially because he is assured of the Orchestra's good and even excellent memory--of her musical memory.
He is extremely grateful and asks to take care of the sending of the sacrificed "Seminarist" to his address, notwithstanding the censor, because in the above-mentioned "Seminarist" there is nothing forbid-____________________