‘The urge to create has deserted me. What does this mean? Am I really written out?’ Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, writing to his brother Modest in May 1888, was attempting to write his first symphony for a decade. Tchaikovsky had rented a house at Frolovskoye, just outside Moscow, and was working on two compositions: the Fifth Symphony and his overture-fantasia Hamlet. Four days later, he again wrote to Modest, reporting that he was ‘squeezing a symphony out of my dulled brain’.
During the early stages of composition, Tchaikovsky scribbled brief programme notes on his sketches: ‘Introduction. Total submission before fate, or, what is the same thing, the inscrutable designs of Providence. Allegro. 1) Murmurs, doubts, laments, reproaches against … xxx 2) Shall I cast myself into the embrace of faith???’ Above…
