circumstances, would grow from firm ground. The ideal must be embodied in the spirit of the time chosen by the artist, and the artist must so command society, that society would not sense it, painlessly, non- violently, fully grasping the event he has chosen, being inspired by it, and he must command with love, as does a passionately adored woman.
The artistic revelation of the spirit of the times demands that society be reminded as rarely as possible of turns and character of speech and methods of expression, contemporary to the interests of society-- the more concealed and clear is the real, and not merely visible horizon--the more easily and integrally will society accept it and become inspired by it.
Arseni, you are strong, but not zealous enough: read, penetrate into that which reveals your Achilles heel. Kenevich21 promised to write you about books useful to you (Book of insurrections and a narrative of how it happened 22): precious books, my dear friend. I believe you have understood me. Let us put on our hats, button up our coats and say good-by.
If you don't mind--remind your maman once in a while that I, from afar, feel close to her good, illumined soul, because I adored my forever lost, my dear maman.
Greeting. I didn't go to Dimitri's because I fell into conversation with a gentleman both of whose sons are trying to fight off the measles. So I was afraid to go where there are little young ladies and masters.
We are, finally, boiling with Khovanshchina. Vale!
9 March '74.____________________