Serge Prokofiev, 1915.
My two-month journey abroad has been recorded in a separate notebook, which travelled in my pocket along with me. For that reason I shall continue from the moment when I stepped on Russian soil again, which occurred on 3 April, at two o'clock in the afternoon, at the Ungeni Station.
During my absence, I have, it seems, become quite famous for the following reasons: 1) my appearance at the IRMO on 4 January and the newspaper raptures occasioned by that event; 2) prior to this, the reference to me and the Sonata and the other odds and ends in the Sovremennik and 3) most of all, my trip to Italy to see Diaghilev and the announcement that Diaghilev has commissioned a ballet from me.
Thus on my return to Russian soil, these successes began to make my head spin. I called at Kiev and spent a day at Glière's. All the professors from the Conservatory were there - they knew my compositions, had the music and were in raptures over my playing. (By the way, I met the violinist Kokhansky and the composer Szymanowski, whose music I liked). When I arrived in Moscow, I went to Jurgenson. Since autumn when I had been engaged in a quarrel by correspondence with his brother, I had had nothing to do with either of them. Now Boris Petrovich has become so pleasant and polite that, in a word, he has been transformed from Jupiter into Venus. I said that I had come to sell my ballet as it stands. Jurgenson was in complete agreement. (Diary, 1915)