Avram would play the piano for hours — not familiar pieces,
but God knows what they were. However I could listen
to him for hours. He was old Yurovsky’s favorite pupil.
My brother told quite fantastic stories — and finally began to
believe his own fantasies. (My mother did not like this
trait, and was inclined to blame it on grandmother Dehpour.)
One year when he failed all his general subjects in
the last spring examinations, the only punishment he feared was
to be forbidden his vacation with grandmother in Lavasan. Grandmother
interceded for him and begged our mother for another chance.
Paraphrases from the biography Sergei Rachmaninoff: A Lifetime in Music by Sergei Bertensson, Jay Leyda, and Sophia Satina.