Stories · 1880

Philosophical Definitions of Life

Философские определения жизни

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1 Written in 1880 for the same run of squibs that produced “What Is Most Often Found in Novels, Novellas, and So Forth?,” this is a string of mock aphorisms on the single available subject of aphorism: life itself. Each definition is a comic simile – life as a man sweating on the top shelf of a bathhouse, as a torn boot forever begging for porridge, as a frostbitten ear no one has the heart to cut off – and each is signed with the name of some eminent authority who never said any such thing.

2 The joke has two moving parts. The similes themselves are the small, homely, faintly grotesque images Chekhov reached for even at twenty – bathhouse steam, a compositor’s tray of punctuation, an old maid’s hope, a battered snout that still resents being struck. And the false attributions – Sarah Bernhardt, George Sand, Kant, Confucius, Buckle, Charcot, the actor Coquelin, the historian Draper, the Egyptian rebel Arabi Pasha – are borrowed names dropped onto homespun Russian nonsense purely for the absurdity of the mismatch: no one of these figures is being quoted, or even parodied in any specific way, only invoked, the more famous and more foreign to the joke the better. One name, Prince Meshchersky, is not foreign at all – he was a reactionary journalist and publicist well known to Chekhov’s newspaper-reading contemporaries, and his sudden appearance among Bernhardt and Kant is its own small dig.

3 The piece closes, as several of the 1880 squibs do, with a two-line sign-off that turns the whole list into a found object: not philosophy but scraps “scooped up” by Antosha Chekhonte, the pseudonym under which the twenty-year-old medical student was supporting his family with exactly this kind of copy for the comic weeklies. The form – seventeen numbered fragments, most no more than a sentence, several nothing but a row of asterisks marking the gap where a joke was expected and withheld – is the same instinct for compression that the mature Chekhov would later put to graver use: say little, let the shape of the list do the work, and trust the reader to supply the laugh, or its absence.

Our life may be likened to lying on the top shelf of a bathhouse. Hot, stifling, and steamy. The birch switch does its work, the bath-leaves stick to you, and the soap stings the eyes. From every side come the cries: more steam! They lather your head and work over every one of your little bones. Lovely! (Sarah Bernhardt).
Жизнь нашу можно уподобить лежанию в бане на верхней полочке. Жарко, душно и туманно. Веник делает свое дело, банный лист липнет, и глазам больно от мыла. Отовсюду слышны возгласы: поддай пару! Тебе мылят голову и перебирают все твои косточки. Хорошо! (Сара Бернар).
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Our life may be likened to a torn boot: forever asking for porridge, but no one ever gives it any. (G. Sand).
Жизнь нашу можно уподобить сапогу порванному: вечно каши просит, но никто ему оной не дает. (Ж. Занд).
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Our life may be likened to Prince Meshchersky, who is forever bustling, forever scurrying, exclaiming, groaning, and waving his arms, forever being born and dying, but never seeing the fruit of his labors. Forever giving birth, but all that is born is stillborn. (Buckle).
Жизнь нашу можно уподобить князю Мещерскому, который вечно толчется, вечно снует, восклицает, стонет и машет руками, вечно рождается и умирает, но никогда не видит плодов от дел своих. Вечно родит, но всё рождаемое – мертворожденно. (Бокль).
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Our life may be likened to a madman who leads himself to the police precinct and writes a complaint against himself. (Coquelin).
Жизнь нашу можно уподобить безумцу, ведущему самого себя в квартал и пишущему на себя кляузу. (Коклен).
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Our life is like a newspaper that has already been issued its second warning. (Kant).
Жизнь наша подобна газете, которой уже объявлено второе предостережение. (Кант).
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Our life cannot be likened to a letter that is safe to read aloud, but it may be likened to a letter that is afraid of never reaching its address. (Draper).
Жизнь нашу нельзя уподобить письму, которое не опасно читать вслух, по можно уподобить письму, боящемуся не дойти по адресу. (Дрэпер).
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Our life is like a compositor’s case filled with punctuation marks. (Confucius)
Жизнь наша подобна ящику в наборной, наполненному знаками препинания. (Конфуций)
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Our life is like an old maid who has not lost hope of marrying, and like a snout covered in pimples and wrinkles: an ugly snout, but it takes offense when struck. (Arabi Pasha).
Жизнь наша подобна старой деве, не теряющей надежды выйти замуж, и морде, покрытой прыщами и морщинами: некрасивая морда, но обижается, когда бьют ее. (Араби-паша).
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Our life, finally, may be likened to a frostbitten ear, which is not cut off only because there is still hope for its, the ear’s, recovery. (Charcot).
Жизнь нашу, наконец, можно уподобить уху отмороженному, которое не отрезывают только потому, что надеются на его, уха, выздоровление. (Шарко).
From various philosophical writings
Из разных философских сочинений
scooped up by Antosha Chekhonte.
повычерпнул Антоша Чехонте.

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