Similarly, how little time Shostakovich spent on his work elucidates the fever and impatience of his mind.
My mother's maiden name is Shostakovich, as in Dmitri, and perhaps this is why I feel so at home in Russia.
A former lover of Shostakovich, the writer Galina Serebryakova, disappeared into the Gulag camps.
The writer A. Lezhnev said, “I view the incident with Shostakovich as the advent of the same ‘order’ that burns books in Germany.”
Shostakovich was briefly in Moscow, and he was summoned to the theater.