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.