Stories · 1883

A Few Thoughts on the Soul

Несколько мыслей о душе

Headnote

"A Few Thoughts on the Soul" appeared in 1883, one of the hundreds of brief comic sketches the twenty-three-year-old Chekhov was turning out under the signature Antosha Chekhonte for the humor magazines of Moscow and St. Petersburg. It belongs to a favorite subgenre of his early work: the parody of learned discourse, in which the trappings of scholarship — the citation, the technical vocabulary, the solemn premise — are set spinning around an absurdity until the whole apparatus collapses into farce.

The piece opens as a mock definition, the kind a schoolgirl might copy from a governess, and proceeds through a spoof of scientific method (a "scholar’s" recipe for locating the soul by anatomical violence) before settling into its real engine: a burlesque of the Buddhist doctrine of transmigration, restaged as the autobiography of a Russian careerist. Each life stage — infancy, entry into government service, marriage, worldly success — earns its own animal epithet, and the epithets are drawn not from zoology but from the ordinary insults of Russian speech: the petty clerk as vermin, the henpecked husband as horned livestock, the self-satisfied parvenu as a fattened pig. The joke is double-edged even this early — the narrator’s rise from puppy to "triumphant hog" reads as much as a small satire of bureaucratic careerism as it does a joke about metempsychosis.

The sketch is slight by design — one of the two-hundred-word trifles Chekhov produced at a rate that supported his family and his medical studies at once — but it already shows the comic timing, the taste for mock-erudition, and the willingness to let a joke double as social observation that mark the Chekhonte period.

In the opinion of well-read governesses and learned governors’ wives, the soul is an indeterminate objectivity of psychic substance. I have no reason to disagree.
По мнению начитанных гувернанток и ученых губернаторш, душа есть неопределенная объективность психической субстанции. Я не имею причин не соглашаться с этим.
One scholar writes: "To locate the soul, take a man who has just been dressed down by his superiors, and cinch a strap around his leg. Then cut open the heel, and you will find the object of your search."
У одного ученого читаем: "Чтобы отыскать душу, нужно взять человека, которого только что распекало начальство, и перетянуть ремнем его ногу. Затем вскройте пятку и вы найдете искомое".
I believe in the transmigration of souls... This faith came to me through experience. My own soul, over the whole span of my earthly vegetating, has passed through many animals and plants and lived out all those stages and zoological gradations that the Buddha expounds...
Я верую в переселение душ... Эта вера далась мне опытом. Моя собственная душа за всё время моего земного прозябания перебывала во многих животных и растениях и пережила все те стадии и животные градации, о которых трактует Будда...
I was a puppy when I was born, a splay-footed gosling when I set out into life. On entering government service, I turned into a jumped-up quill-pusher. My chief called me a blockhead, my friends an ass, the freethinkers a brute beast. Travelling by rail, I was a stowaway; living in the country among the peasantry, I felt myself a leech. After one of my embezzlements I was, for a time, a scapegoat. On marrying, I became a horned beast. Having at last worked my way onto the proper road, I grew myself a paunch and became a triumphant hog.
Я был щенком, когда родился, гусем лапчатым, когда вступил в жизнь. Определившись на государственную службу, я стал крапивным семенем. Начальник величал меня дубиной, приятели – ослом, вольнодумцы – скотиной. Путешествуя по железным дорогам, я был зайцем, живя в деревне среди мужичья, я чувствовал себя пиявкой. После одной из растрат я был некоторое время козлом отпущения. Женившись, я стал рогатым скотом. Выбившись, наконец, на настоящую дорогу, я приобрел брюшко и стал торжествующей свиньей.

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