This was at the time when I was a director of the Russian Musical Society. I was very young-I could not have been more than twenty-two or three. All the other directors of the society were absent from Moscow, and Rubinstein was expected to come from St. Petersburg to conduct a symphonic concert. The entire administrative responsibility for the concert was left to me. I was very much confused, for I knew that Rubinstein was very severe, truthful to a point of sharpness, and suffered no compromises or remissnesses in art. Of course, I went to meet him at the station. But unexpectedly, he had come on an earlier train, and I met him and introduced myself
MY LIFE IN ART at his hotel. Our talk was very short and of the most official character. I asked him whether he had any orders to give me about the concert.