mila Ivanovna, we live on in defiance of the deadening ferrule of musical officials and loafers. And we will live--the Lord keep you. Viviam!
The fool wished people to remember his foolishness. I want you to save this letter.
Written on Sunday
Moscow. October 29, 1874
. . . Have been thoroughly studying [in score] Boris Godunov [by Musorgsky] and Demon [by Anton Rubinstein]. With all my soul I send Musorgsky's music to the devil; this is the most vulgar and vile parody on music; there are lovely things in Demon, but a lot of ballast, as well . . .
Thursday-Friday, 7-8 November '74
DEAR FRIEND ARSENI,
I should like to be called a friend, but I must remain a bureaucrat. I couldn't accept your invitation for today, because the investigation business won't let me go. There's urgent work tomorrow from morning on. And I'll come to you about the money tomorrow (that is, today, as it's 3 hours after midnight), but I can, owing to my disorderliness, provide extremely little. After this, they say, my own, that people are brothers: "A fig for that." Provided your bones don't bother you-- what a misfortune! However, as long as the brain remains whole, one can stay whole.