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<p>Text replacement - &quot;Russian Gazette&quot; to &quot;Russian Register&quot;</p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en-GB"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 11:28, 27 May 2024</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l120">Line 120:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 120:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Г. Ромейко присылает мне ежедневно ворохи газетных вырезок обо мне. Все они без исключения хвалебны в высшей степени. 3-ю сюиту превозносят до небес, но едва ли не ещё больше—мое дирижированье. Неужели я в самом деле так хорошо дирижирую? Или Американцы пересаливают?!!!</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Г. Ромейко присылает мне ежедневно ворохи газетных вырезок обо мне. Все они без исключения хвалебны в высшей степени. 3-ю сюиту превозносят до небес, но едва ли не ещё больше—мое дирижированье. Неужели я в самом деле так хорошо дирижирую? Или Американцы пересаливают?!!!</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>|Translated text=It is beginning to become difficult to find the time for letters and this journal. I am besieged by visitors: reporters, composers, libretto authors, including one elderly man who brought me his opera &#039;&#039;Wlasta&#039;&#039; and moved me very much with a story about the death of his only son; but above all there are whole piles of letters from all corners of America with requests for &#039;&#039;autographs&#039;&#039;, which I answer very nicely. I was at the rehearsal of the [[Piano Concerto No. 1|piano concerto]]. I was angry at &#039;&#039;[[Damrosch]]&#039;&#039;, who takes all the best times for himself, leaving me the remnants for rehearsals. However, the rehearsal went fine. Having changed clothes at home, I had lunch alone at 3 o&#039;clock. I went to &#039;&#039;Knabe&#039;s&#039;&#039; &lt;ref name=&quot;note79&quot;/&gt;. He and [[Mayer]] were at &#039;&#039;Martinelli&#039;s&#039;&#039; &lt;ref name=&quot;note80&quot;/&gt; (where I met them with a group drinking champagne); I thanked them both for the superb gift they had given me yesterday (the Statue of Liberty). Just how can I smuggle this thing into Russia? &lt;ref name=&quot;note81&quot;/&gt; I hurried home. There were endless visitors, including two Russian ladies. The first of them, Mrs &#039;&#039;MacGahan&#039;&#039; &lt;ref name=&quot;note82&quot;/&gt;, was the widow of a famous reporter during the war of 1877, and is herself a correspondent for the &#039;&#039;Russian <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Gazette</del>&#039;&#039; and the &#039;&#039;Northern Herald&#039;&#039;. As this was my first opportunity here to have a heartfelt conversation with a Russian woman, something shameful occurred. Tears suddenly came into my eyes, my voice trembled, and I was unable to prevent myself from sobbing. I ran into another room, and did not emerge for some time. It burns me with shame to recollect this unexpected incident. The other lady—Mrs &#039;&#039;Neftel&#039;&#039;—spoke about her husband, Doctor &#039;&#039;Neftel&#039;&#039;, as though everyone should know who he was &lt;ref name=&quot;note83&quot;/&gt;. But I did not know. There was also Mr &#039;&#039;Weiner&#039;&#039;, president of a chamber music society (with a flute), with whom I had corresponded from [[Tiflis]] &lt;ref name=&quot;note84&quot;/&gt;. I slept a little before the concert &lt;ref name=&quot;note85&quot;/&gt;. The little choruses went well, but would have gone better had I not been so flustered and nervous. I sat in boxes with &#039;&#039;[[Reno]]&#039;&#039; and with &#039;&#039;Hyde&#039;&#039; during the performance of &#039;&#039;[[Damrosch]]&#039;s father&#039;s&#039;&#039; splendid oratorio &#039;&#039;Sulamith&#039;&#039;. I walked to supper at &#039;&#039;[[Damrosch]]&#039;s&#039;&#039; with &#039;&#039;[[Reno]]&#039;&#039; and &#039;&#039;Carnegie&#039;&#039;. This little multi-millionaire is terribly indebted to me, and is forever talking about my invitation for next year. Supper at &#039;&#039;[[Damrosch]]&#039;s&#039;&#039; was very original: the men went to the table by themselves, while the poor ladies were left nearby. Supper was plentiful, but the cuisine was American, i.e. exceptionally unpleasant. Much champagne was drunk. I sat next to the host and to the conductor &#039;&#039;Dannreuther&#039;&#039; &lt;ref name=&quot;note86&quot;/&gt;. During the whole two hours I spent talking with him about his brother, he must either have thought be mad or a desperate liar. He repeatedly gasped with surprise and appeared perplexed. It turned out that in my memory I had confused the pianist &#039;&#039;[[Edward Dannreuther|Dannreuther]]&#039;&#039; with the pianist &#039;&#039;[[Hartvigson]]&#039;&#039;. My absent-mindedness is becoming intolerable, and is indicative of my advancing age. Incidentally, everyone at dinner was surprised when I said that I had turned 51 years yesterday. &#039;&#039;Carnegie&#039;&#039; was particularly astonished: they all thought (except those familiar with my biography) that I was far older.  Have I grown so old recently? Very probably. I feel that something within me is falling apart. I was driven home in &#039;&#039;Carnegie&#039;s&#039;&#039; carriage. Still affected by the discussion about my old age, all night I had terrible dreams [...] &lt;ref name=&quot;note87&quot;/&gt;. I was tumbling uncontrollably  down a cliff face into the sea, clinging fast to a tiny ledge. I believe that all this was an echo of the evening&#039;s discussion about my age.  </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>|Translated text=It is beginning to become difficult to find the time for letters and this journal. I am besieged by visitors: reporters, composers, libretto authors, including one elderly man who brought me his opera &#039;&#039;Wlasta&#039;&#039; and moved me very much with a story about the death of his only son; but above all there are whole piles of letters from all corners of America with requests for &#039;&#039;autographs&#039;&#039;, which I answer very nicely. I was at the rehearsal of the [[Piano Concerto No. 1|piano concerto]]. I was angry at &#039;&#039;[[Damrosch]]&#039;&#039;, who takes all the best times for himself, leaving me the remnants for rehearsals. However, the rehearsal went fine. Having changed clothes at home, I had lunch alone at 3 o&#039;clock. I went to &#039;&#039;Knabe&#039;s&#039;&#039; &lt;ref name=&quot;note79&quot;/&gt;. He and [[Mayer]] were at &#039;&#039;Martinelli&#039;s&#039;&#039; &lt;ref name=&quot;note80&quot;/&gt; (where I met them with a group drinking champagne); I thanked them both for the superb gift they had given me yesterday (the Statue of Liberty). Just how can I smuggle this thing into Russia? &lt;ref name=&quot;note81&quot;/&gt; I hurried home. There were endless visitors, including two Russian ladies. The first of them, Mrs &#039;&#039;MacGahan&#039;&#039; &lt;ref name=&quot;note82&quot;/&gt;, was the widow of a famous reporter during the war of 1877, and is herself a correspondent for the &#039;&#039;Russian <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Register</ins>&#039;&#039; and the &#039;&#039;Northern Herald&#039;&#039;. As this was my first opportunity here to have a heartfelt conversation with a Russian woman, something shameful occurred. Tears suddenly came into my eyes, my voice trembled, and I was unable to prevent myself from sobbing. I ran into another room, and did not emerge for some time. It burns me with shame to recollect this unexpected incident. The other lady—Mrs &#039;&#039;Neftel&#039;&#039;—spoke about her husband, Doctor &#039;&#039;Neftel&#039;&#039;, as though everyone should know who he was &lt;ref name=&quot;note83&quot;/&gt;. But I did not know. There was also Mr &#039;&#039;Weiner&#039;&#039;, president of a chamber music society (with a flute), with whom I had corresponded from [[Tiflis]] &lt;ref name=&quot;note84&quot;/&gt;. I slept a little before the concert &lt;ref name=&quot;note85&quot;/&gt;. The little choruses went well, but would have gone better had I not been so flustered and nervous. I sat in boxes with &#039;&#039;[[Reno]]&#039;&#039; and with &#039;&#039;Hyde&#039;&#039; during the performance of &#039;&#039;[[Damrosch]]&#039;s father&#039;s&#039;&#039; splendid oratorio &#039;&#039;Sulamith&#039;&#039;. I walked to supper at &#039;&#039;[[Damrosch]]&#039;s&#039;&#039; with &#039;&#039;[[Reno]]&#039;&#039; and &#039;&#039;Carnegie&#039;&#039;. This little multi-millionaire is terribly indebted to me, and is forever talking about my invitation for next year. Supper at &#039;&#039;[[Damrosch]]&#039;s&#039;&#039; was very original: the men went to the table by themselves, while the poor ladies were left nearby. Supper was plentiful, but the cuisine was American, i.e. exceptionally unpleasant. Much champagne was drunk. I sat next to the host and to the conductor &#039;&#039;Dannreuther&#039;&#039; &lt;ref name=&quot;note86&quot;/&gt;. During the whole two hours I spent talking with him about his brother, he must either have thought be mad or a desperate liar. He repeatedly gasped with surprise and appeared perplexed. It turned out that in my memory I had confused the pianist &#039;&#039;[[Edward Dannreuther|Dannreuther]]&#039;&#039; with the pianist &#039;&#039;[[Hartvigson]]&#039;&#039;. My absent-mindedness is becoming intolerable, and is indicative of my advancing age. Incidentally, everyone at dinner was surprised when I said that I had turned 51 years yesterday. &#039;&#039;Carnegie&#039;&#039; was particularly astonished: they all thought (except those familiar with my biography) that I was far older.  Have I grown so old recently? Very probably. I feel that something within me is falling apart. I was driven home in &#039;&#039;Carnegie&#039;s&#039;&#039; carriage. Still affected by the discussion about my old age, all night I had terrible dreams [...] &lt;ref name=&quot;note87&quot;/&gt;. I was tumbling uncontrollably  down a cliff face into the sea, clinging fast to a tiny ledge. I believe that all this was an echo of the evening&#039;s discussion about my age.  </div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Every day Mr Romeiko sends me piles of newspaper cuttings about myself. All of them, without exception, are laudatory to the highest degree. The [[Suite No. 3|3rd Suite]] was praised to the skies, and my conducting even more so. Am I really such a good conductor? Or are these Americans exaggerating?!!!</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Every day Mr Romeiko sends me piles of newspaper cuttings about myself. All of them, without exception, are laudatory to the highest degree. The [[Suite No. 3|3rd Suite]] was praised to the skies, and my conducting even more so. Am I really such a good conductor? Or are these Americans exaggerating?!!!</div></td></tr> </table>

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