“For the first time for six years, I found myself in the society of Writers and so-called lovers of Literature, right here, at a housewarming party. In these six years there was a great change in our literary customs, feelings, connections and mutual relations, as if each passing year had swallowed up an entire decade. I saw a new generation of Writers and did not recognize the old one. During this time, Apollo led some forward, and Fortune pushed, others Apollo pushed away, and Fortune cherished. The third were favored by both of these deities... But not a word more about this. It is enough that here we, the Writers, are all together with you, as in the Valley of Jehoshaphat!..”