On 23 September 1864 Stanisław Moniuszko wrote this to his daughter Elżbieta:
'As for our business, we would've been in terrible trouble if it hadn't been for a divine intervention! As you know, the darkest of clouds was hanging above us because of what we owe to the bank. The people at the bank were not cooling their heels and pressed the local authorities to collect our debts. Incidentally, some money belonging to uncle Ignacy had been blocked by the local Prykaz. So, without determining which Moniuszko is which, my interest was payed so quickly and with such fervour that there is no way anyone can spot the error. Isn't it a miracle?'