"I remember that on 27 June  — shortly before leaving for the Crimea — I’d for once in my life given a really good performance of the Tchaikovsky Concerto, at Dzintari, near Riga, on the Baltic. I hadn’t admitted anyone to my dressing-room — I never let anyone in — and had fled the building through a side door. I ran about a kilometer, tore off my tailcoat on the beach and threw myself into the sea. It was almost dark, and the waves were an absolute treat. A really successful concert."
— Sviatoslav Richter, Notebooks, 96 (via homilius)