I saw _Boris Godounof_ with considerable interest.

I heard pleasant and impressive passages, and others less so.

In one scene I saw an insignificant friar who suddenly becomes the Emperor in the next scene.

One entire act is made up of processions, the ringing of bells, popular songs, and dazzling costumes.
In another scene a nurse tells pretty stories to the children in her charge.

Then there is a love duet, which is neither introduced nor has any relationship to the development of the work; an incomprehensible evening entertainment, and, finally, funeral scenes in which Chaliapine was admirable.