you. But my opinion is that nothing good can come out of wreckage and rearrangement . . .
[ December 14, 1871]
My dear, I fully share your thought not to mignonize,84 and so I am writing the last chord of the fountain scene: Till Friday. I firmly kiss you.
A Composite Painting
. . . In the winter of 1871-72, on the commission of A. A. Poro-
khovshchikov, constructor of the "Slavonic Bazaar," I painted a pic-
ture of the group of Slavonic composers: Russian, Polish, Czech.
Stasov took part in the development of this theme. He insisted on the
necessity of including among the number there the figures of Mu-
sorgsky and Borodin. An inquiry, addressed to Porokhovshchikov,
resulted in this reply: "There you are, you're going to sweep all sorts
of trash [musor] into that painting! My list of names was provided
by Nikolai Rubinstein himself, and I don't dare to add to it or take
anyone off that list that was given to you . . . I am sorry about one
thing, that he didn't write in Tchaikovsky . . ."--ILYA REPIN
3 January, 1872 [Monday]
Many thanks, Alexandra Nikolayevna, for the information concerning Saturday and I heartily beseech you to arrange for Boris on Saturday, as long as there are no hindrances of any kind for Vladimir Fyodorovich [Purgold] and those acquaintances of his who wished to hear my little sins. I'm quite familiar with the Gogol subject [Fair at Sorochintzi?], I thought about it two years ago, but the matter does not fit into the path chosen by me--it doesn't embrace Mother Russia in all her simple-souled girth. I'll inform Kvey, but I haven't yet informed him: I'm coming earlier tomorrow, for around 10 I have to____________________