|When people make you really mad or are mad at you, you...|
Just deal with it.|
Seek active vengeance.
Curse them out publicly.
Use creative energy to mock them.
Go home and bang on stuff.|
Get really depressed.
|You get most of your creative inspiration from...|
Fairy tales and legends.|
The events of the world around you.
Your own imagination.|
Large-scale orchestral works.|
Chamber music and solo repertoire.
|In big social situations, you...|
Are fully involved in the party.|
Hang out exclusively with your friends.
Would rather not be there.|
|Your temperament is...|
Bipolar and oddly aligned.|
Loud, rude, and pretentious.
Generally pleasant and good-natured.
Introverted and sensitive.
Logical, precise, and formidible.|
Versatile but relaxed and melancholy.
Scholarly, thorough, and determined.
Drunk on vodka.
|When you're gone, you want your "monument" to be...|
That you are forever associated with the holiday season.|
An actual stone or bronze monument.
A Broadway musical based on your works.
Just your work, because it stands for itself.
Your house and desk, kept as organized as you did.|
The fact that only a select few can tackle the difficulties of your work, and many unworthy people have been carted off to the funny farm trying.
A prestigious school named after you.
A vodka brewery named after you.
|Considering you know English (because you can read this) and Russian (because you're a dead Russian composer), how many other languages do you know?|
You lost track because of the vodka.
|You prefer the sound of...|
They all sound the same after that much vodka.
|Do you have bad eyesight?|
It's blurred because of the vodka.|
|When you're not composing, you're...|
Performing complex chemistry experiments.
|What is your worst fear?|
Losing your passport.|
All of your pets dying.
Endless harsh criticism.
Pure and utter chaos.|
Hurting your hands irreparably.
Running out of vodka.
|Are you the real Chaikovsky?|