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Thus in the aul umn of 1815 my sister, my brother, and I started to go every other Saturday afternoon to the DiaghilevsвЂ™ for rehearsal. This was a case of the lean cows eating the fat ones without getting either fatter or better, for our own quartet could certainly not compare either in quality or in quantity with the Diaghilev ensemble-to which, besides Pavlik, Alyosha, and their mother, belonged three other young men, cousins or friends of the Diaghilev family, and three of our mutual teachers. 2Д«Y THIS time our family siring ensemble had permanently absorbed the вЂњDiaghilev brothersвЂќ outfit, and as a result of this merger we became an embryonic string orchestra. Several weeks after this incident (for which all three of us were duly punished), my mother and OssвЂ™ OssYh took me to the store of the lutenist Geissler and bought me a new instrument: a less crimson, larger, and far more expensive version of my first one.

Her head proved stronger than my cello, which flew to bits. I used the back of my cello to beat my sister over the head. I resisted and soon there was a sen die in which the instruments began to play an unusually active role. After I had made several attempts to produce tins melody, resulting each time in a kind of intestinal wail, my brother and sister became exasperated and decided to throw me and my cello out of the room into the long dark corridor which wormed its way all around our St. One late afternoon we had been practicing the Second Quartet by Borodin, in which the slow movement starts with an oozy, sentimental melody in the high register of the cello. But even, so, every time the piece was marked allegro or presto, I would get hopelessly lost, miscount empty measures, miss cues, and enter with great vigor and dubious intonation at the worst possible moment. This consisted mainly in counting empty bars and entering at the up and down beats of loud passages. My mother would then take over the piano part and I would play the part of the double bass.

True enough, I was at first permitted to join the string ensemble only when it played easy transcriptions of Haydn or Mozart symphonies. He and his violinist brother Pav lik had been playing quartets with my own brother and sister for more than a year. It had, however, one tangible result: soon after, I was taken into the family string ensemble as an alternate to Alyosha, equally a cellist and pupil of OssвЂ™ OssвЂ™ch. It all ended, of course, in an eruption of tears and sobs which my mother, OssвЂ™ OssвЂ™ch, and my Aunt Carolina tried to stem by telling me that I played like a real prodigy. Throughout mv performance I caught glimpses of my brother and my two cousins Pavlik and Alyosha Diaghilev making faces at each other. The reaction to my first public appearance was a mixed one: condescendingly warm in the parental age bracket, and openly adv erse if not hostile among my contemporaries.

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Despite his Polish name and exuberantly Polonized mustachios (which drooped over his mouth and which, because of frequent immersions in soups and sauces, had acquired a permanent ocher halo like the pollen-covered pistil of a lily), OssвЂ™ OssвЂ™ch was a Russian patriot, a foe of things foreign (in particular, German), and a firm believer in the superiority of Russian music, Russian musicians, and Russian culture, He did not go so far as to ascribe the invention of the cello to Russian genius, but he did insist - with barely perceptible hesitancy-that Daviclov and Verjbelovitch, the two Russian cellists of the beginning of this century, were the first and finest in the world and that hi ft Russian method of teaching me how to play the cello was superior to any other.ДЄs a result of this method or of my own inadequacies, it took me two and a half years to graduate to a whining performance of RadiвЂ™s Aria for the A String, which I gave on the occasion of my motherвЂ™s birthday in 1914. I started taking lessons with an elderly member of the Imperial Court Orchestra, whose name was Ossip Ossipovitch Piorkovsky or OssвЂ™ OssвЂ™ch, as he was known to me. Thus everyone was ready to receive me, the celloplaying brother, as the next step in the formation of the projected string quartet. My older sister Onia, who lost the S of her name with the loss of her front milk teeth, had already been playing the violin for several years, and my brother Mitya (short for Dimitri) had recently added one hour a week of screeching on the viola to his former two hours a day of piano and violin. I DO not know how my mother came to devise the plan of transforming her children into a string quartet, but I remember that when I was eight and already sufficiently housebroken on the piano, I received on my saintвЂ™s day (which, owing to the fortunate collusion of the EmperorвЂ™s and my own first names, was a national holiday) a reddish, freshly lacquered, three-quarter-sized cello.

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