Serge Prokofiev and Boris Zakharov. Terioki, 1913.
There's no doubt that my relationship with Zakharov was not just one of simple friendship, but something more than that. I valued his intellect, wit, independence and gentlemanliness ; these qualities were a delight to me. He was three years my senior, but in experience of life and reliability, much older. He exerted considerable influence over me. (Diary, 1912)
The Karneyev family and Serge Prokofiev (on the extreme right). Terioki, 1915.
Some of the Zakharovs, pretending to be reporters and representatives of the Pathé firm, were clicking Kodaks. Boris spoke of the amenities provided by the "croquet club", and in conclusion asked permission to present the club with a very ancient croquet mallet, recently discovered in excavations in North America. As he spoke he took out of some paper a fragment of an incredibly ancient and useless mallet. I was helpless with laughter. The president accepted the precious gift with profound gratitude and in response made a speech, thanking him for the honour. Bread and salt were then produced and everyone moved to the croquet lawn. A very loud firecracker was set off to imitate a cannon salvo and simultaneously a flag was raised on a pole. The opening ceremony followed. We had a "comic" game with the worst players (Lida, the Durdins and some others). Everyone sat around on the benches and the Kodaks continued to flash; the hosts brought in liqueurs, there was a lot of noise, everyone made jokes, most of all, Boris, who was witty, lively and the centre of attention. (Diary, 1913)