So, I’m planning to enroll at Kazan University—nothing less. This idea was suggested to me by a student from the gymnasium, N. Evreinov—a fine young man, handsome, with soft, tender, feminine eyes. He rented a room in the attic of the same house where I lived; he often noticed me with a book in my hands and became interested—this is how we met. Soon Evreinov started assuring me that I have an “exceptional aptitude for science”…