Stories · 1898

The Cripple

Калека

Headnote

1 “The Cripple” (“Калека”) is a beginning and nothing more. Chekhov wrote out the opening of a story, headed it with a Roman numeral I – the mark of a piece he expected to run to several chapters – and stopped in the middle of a sentence. He did not go back to it and did not publish it; the text comes down among his papers. This edition places it in 1898, the year of “The Man in a Case,” “Gooseberries” and “Ionych,” and the year in which the tuberculosis confirmed after his hemorrhage of March 1897 began to organize his life around Yalta and the search for a warm winter. Read beside the finished stories of that season, the fragment shows the same machinery in its first, unhurried gear.

2 What survives is a domestic evening rendered at Chekhov’s most unemphatic. A man misses the six o’clock train, hires a cab, and reaches his sister’s dacha after the christening is over and the guests have gone back to town; the lamps are already being put out, an old nurse is calling a child in to his soured milk, and a four-year-old watches her uncle without blinking, “like an expensive doll.” Nothing is announced. Only at the very end does the piece show its hand – the sister’s chatter about why she did not ask her brother to stand godfather turns out to be about the girl he is expected to marry, the narration turns to say he had known all along that this conversation was waiting for him, and there the sentence stops. The figure the title names never appears. Whether the cripple was someone he had still to meet, or the man himself under an injury the story had not yet reached, the fragment does not say, and that unanswered title is the most interesting thing about it.

3 Some notes on the rendering. The Russian title word, “калека,” is blunt and ordinary – the plain noun for a maimed or crippled person, carrying neither a clinical nor a sheltering shade – and it is given here as the equally plain English word rather than a modern softening, since this edition renders the register actually on the page. Anyuta is a “воспитанница,” given as “ward”: an orphan girl taken into a family and brought up in it without the legal standing of adoption, a common enough arrangement in Russian households, and the reason Chekhov specifies in his second breath that she is not Alexander Ivanovich’s sister by blood.

4 Anyuta’s long speech turns on a piece of Orthodox canon law that has no English equivalent: standing as godparents to the same child made two people кум and кума to each other, a spiritual kinship that barred them from marrying. Her verb “покумиться” is opened out here into “become godparents together,” because the whole of her teasing depends on a reader seeing the impediment. Two smaller things are kept exactly as Chekhov set them down: her husband’s name in its clipped conversational form, Sergei Nikolaich rather than the full Nikolaevich, and the verb of speech she drops altogether when she quotes him (“when my Sergei Nikolaich suddenly:”), a shrug of the shoulders that a tidier English would smooth away. The dash at the end is his. Nothing has been supplied to close the sentence.

The Cripple
КАЛЕКА
I
I
Alexander Ivanovich remembered that there was a christening at his sister Anyuta’s, and drove out to her dacha. Anyuta was not his sister by blood. For the first five years after their marriage his parents had no children and took an orphan girl into the house to bring up, and two years after that he was born, Alexander Ivanovich. She was what is called a ward, but he loved her tenderly, as a sister of his own. And he loved her children too.
Александр Иванович вспомнил, что у его сестры Анюты крестины, и поехал к ней на дачу. Анюта была ему не родная сестра. Его родители в первые пять лет после женитьбы не имели детей и взяли себе на воспитание девочку-сиротку, а через два года после этого родился он, Александр Иванович. Она была, что называется, воспитанницей, но он любил ее нежно, как родную сестру. И детей ее тоже любил.
The six o’clock evening train, the one he needed to take, had already gone. He had to hire a cabman. And by the time Alexander Ivanovich reached the dacha it was already late: the christening had long since ended, the guests had gone back to town. An old nurse in a white apron was going about the rooms gathering up the children to put them to bed.
Вечерний шестичасовой поезд, на котором нужно было ехать, уже ушел. Пришлось нанять извозчика. И когда Александр Иванович приехал на дачу, то уже было поздно: крестины давно кончились, гости вернулись в город. Старая няня в белом фартуке ходила по комнатам и собирала детей, чтобы укладывать их спать.
Gleb, where are you?” she kept calling. “Come along, dear boy, and eat your soured milk! Gle-eb!”
Глеб, где ты? – окликала она. – Иди, батюшка, простоквашу кушать! Гле-еб!
The lights were being put out in the hall and the drawing room. Anyuta sat in her armchair in her own room, at ease now, glad that all this fuss with the birth and the christening was over and that ordinary life would now go on in its usual order. Beside her was Lelya, her daughter, four years old, fair-haired, with large clear eyes.
Гасили огни в зале и гостиной. Анюта сидела у себя в кресле, успокоенная, довольная, что все эти хлопоты с родами и крестинами кончились и теперь обычная жизнь пойдет своим порядком. Около нее была Леля, ее дочь, четырех лет, русая, с большими ясными глазами.
Sasha has come!” said Anyuta, catching sight of Alexander Ivanovich; she was glad of him. “You’re late! We waited for you till seven o’clock, and then decided you weren’t coming at all.”
– Приехал Саша! – сказала Анюта, увидев Александра Ивановича; она ему обрадовалась. – Опоздал! А мы ждали тебя до семи часов, потом решили, что ты не приедешь вовсе.
He explained why he had come so late, asked after her health and after the newborn; a conversation began. Lelya listened and looked at her uncle, straight in the face, very gravely, without stirring, without blinking her eyes, like an expensive doll.
Он объяснил, почему приехал так поздно, спросил о здоровье, о новорожденном; начался разговор. Леля слушала и глядела на дядю, прямо в лицо, очень серьезно, неподвижно, не мигая глазами, как дорогая кукла.
“And today we had a little baby christened...” she said loudly.
– А у нас сегодня ребеночка крестили... – сказала она громко.
He kissed her on the head and asked his sister:
Он поцеловал ее в голову и спросил у сестры:
“Who was here today?”
– Кто у тебя был сегодня?
“I must admit, I thought you had taken offense and that was why you hadn’t come,” Anyuta went on, without answering the question, and laughed. “Forgive me for not asking you to be godfather; for God’s sake don’t think it was any inattention on my part, or anything of the kind. I had actually set about writing to you, when my Sergei Nikolaich suddenly: ‘And what is it you’re doing, Anya?’ I caught myself. And really, after all, we asked Sasha Kolosova to be godmother, you like her, and perhaps God really will bless the two of you – she’s a good girl, and if you had become godparents together, they say they would not have married you in church...”
– А я, признаться, думала, что ты обиделся и оттого не приехал, – продолжала Анюта, не ответив на вопрос, и засмеялась. – Ты извини, я не пригласила тебя в крестные, не подумай бога ради, что это невнимание с моей стороны или что. Я было собралась тебе написать, да мой Сергей Николаич вдруг: "Что же это ты делаешь, Аня?" Я спохватилась. В самом деле, ведь в крестные матери мы позвали Сашу Колосову, она тебе нравится, может, и в самом деле вас бог благословит, – она девушка хорошая, а если бы вы покумились, то, говорят, не стали бы вас венчать...
When he was driving out to the dacha he had known there would be talk here about the girl he liked, and about his probably marrying soon – the whole town was talking of it already –
Когда он ехал на дачу, то знал, что здесь будет разговор о девушке, которая ему нравилась, и о том, что он, вероятно, женится скоро – об этом говорил уже весь город –

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