They want me to give another concert but I have no desire to do so. You cannot imagine what a torture the three days before a public appearance are to me.

Even in winter it shall be green in my heart.

Yesterday's concert was a success. I hasten to let you know. I inform your Lordship that I was not a bit nervous and played as I play when I am alone. It went well... and I had to come back and bow four times.

The Official Bulletin declared that the Poles should be as proud of me as the Germans are of Mozart; obvious nonsense.

Vienna is a handsome, lively city, and pleases me exceedingly.

My piano has not yet arrived. How did you send it? By Marseilles or by Perpignan? I dream music but I cannot make any because here there are not any pianos . . . in this respect this is a savage country.

I tell my piano the things I used to tell you