When Anton turned 29, it was one of his greatest years of his life.
His opera was finally completed, and that summer had sent the score to Piotr Ilyich, who was extremely pleased. Anton then made efforts to request a performance of it, and so scheduled a time early in the winter of the next year with the performers of the Moscow Opera Company. On the side of that, his most annoying student finally decided to give up on him.
At the end of academic year before, Alexander Tikhonovich
Just as Anton expected, he renewed a strange but valuable partnership with Gutheil. They were by no means friends. Anton had thought to himself that he succeeded in getting Gutheil to kiss up to him, but Gutheil meanwhile thought he had Anton in his clutches, but the truth was neither had any real advantage over the other, only the impression. It would be a ravenous, parasitic connection. And yet Anton wasn't finished with him.
Gutheil did give Anton a commission. He was to write a full scale
Anton picked up a new pass-time.
Sometimes he even wondered himself what he was doing, going to several clubs in one night for apparent no reason. He could sit around for hours just looking around and drinking, or he would enter a card game and throw almost all the money he had in his pockets at the table. Anton was a failure at gambling, but that wasn't why he was willing to risk all his money. It was the craze that came over him while everyone chattered.
"I dare you all! 100
Anton did become another person.
It was not that Anton refused to talk of the incident, but in fact he did on many occasions. But when he talked, it was always with a bitter tongue. He sank into drink further and further, skipping more days at Conservatory, and Sergei began to be very frightened for him. He knew it was time to say something important to him, to lift his spirits.
It was a cold Fall afternoon, and the sun was no longer to be seen behind the street buildings. Sergei and
Although Anton was sad to part with Katerina now, he did not expect the silence of correspondence that followed in the 3 months of summer. No letters, no messengers came of any kind. The silence was deafening for him.
Concert engagements came and went, and he made a very decent profit over the summer, almost 1,000 roubles, and his Suite for 2 Pianos was undoubtedly hailed as his best work yet. This disappointed him a bit, since he loved his larger works as well, particularly his symphony,