Letter · 1885

To N. A. Leikin, 9 May 1885. Babkino.

H. A. Лейкину, 9 мая 1885 г. Бабкино.

Headnote

Written from Babkino, the country estate near Voskresensk where the Chekhov family was summering, this is another business letter to Nikolai Alexandrovich Leikin, editor-publisher of the Petersburg humor weekly Oskolki ("Splinters"). Chekhov apologizes for a missed week – the move to the dacha had swallowed his time – and encloses a feuilleton and several short pieces, asking Leikin to fill in placeholder names of Petersburg amusement venues in the story "The Peacock." He is preoccupied with money: he presses Leikin (not for the first time) to place a rejected story, "Abolished!", with another outlet, and asks to be sent a newspaper he isn’t receiving so he can track two stories he submitted elsewhere.

The letter’s most memorable passage concerns the painter Isaac Levitan (distinguished here from another Levitan Chekhov knew), a close friend staying with the family that summer, whom Chekhov describes as sliding into a suicidal depression – he had vanished, hinted at hanging himself, and returned from an unexplained absence rather than the Caucasus trip he’d announced. Chekhov has brought him to Babkino and is walking him through it, reporting cautiously that he seems to be improving. The rest of the letter turns to fishing, the pleasures of the countryside, and a wry closing joke about marrying a rich merchant’s wife to solve his money troubles – the characteristic Chekhov mix of comic self-deprecation and real financial strain, with a flash of genuine concern for a friend in crisis underneath.

May 9, 1885. Babkino.
9 мая 1885 г. Бабкино.
’85, V, 9. Voskresensk.
Dear
Уважаемый
I’m sending you the first shipment from the country house. Kindly fill in, in the blanks in the story "The Peacock," the names of the corresponding Petersburg amusement spots, which I don’t know and have designated by N and Z. I’m sending a short feuilleton and a few odds and ends. Last week I sent nothing, because, moving the family, I was buried in chores. I nearly burst into tears reading in your letter about the fate of the story "Abolished!" I don’t grieve over its merits, of which it has few, but I do grieve over the money I might have gotten for it. Couldn’t it be placed with "P g"? Perhaps it would do there. Ah yes! I don’t receive "Pet gazeta" and am in complete ignorance as to the two stories sent there. You would do me a great favor if you’d order the paper sent to me. I’ll say a big thank-you and sing your praises as long as I live. I give you my word, I won’t trouble you any more...
Шлю Вам из дачи первый транспорт. Благоволите в рассказе "Павлин" в пробелах написать имена соответствующих петербургских увеселит мест, которых я не знаю и назвал чрез N и Z. Шлю короткий фельетон и несколько мелочишек. В прошлую неделю не прислал ничего, ибо, перевозя семью, был завален хлопотами. Чуть не разревелся я, прочитав в Вашем письме о судьбе рассказа "Упразднили!". Не жаль мне его достоинств, каковых в нем мало, но жаль денег, которые я мог бы за него получить. Нельзя ли сдать его в "П г"? Там, быть может, он сгодится. Ах да! "Пет газеты" я не получаю и нахожусь в полном неведении относительно посланных туда двух рассказов. Великое одолжение сделаете мне, если прикажете высылать мне газету. Скажу большое спасибо и буду петь Вам, дондеже есмь. Больше, честное слово, не буду беспокоить Вас...
Aloe has started subscribing and gladdening my brotherly heart. Only he’s picked a foolish pseudonym for himself and writes about nothing but the customs house... There’s more light in the world than just the customs house, there are other pits too... Here’s fresh proof for you of Moscow’s corrupting influence: a man left Moscow, ended up in Petersburg, where the ways are different, and became a better man...
Алоэ стало выписываться и радовать мое братское сердце. Только напрасно он себе дрый псевдоним избрал и об одной только таможне пишет... Не только света, что в таможне, есть и другие ямы... Вот Вам еще новое доказательство московской тлетворности: ушел человек из Москвы, попал в Питер, где иные порядки, и стал лучше...
I feel myself in the empyrean and occupy myself with blessed foolishness: I eat, drink, sleep, fish, went hunting once... This morning I caught a burbot on a set line, and the day before yesterday my fellow huntsman killed a doe hare. Living with me is the painter Levitan (not that one, the other – the landscapist), a fierce shot. It was he who killed the hare. Something not good is happening to the poor fellow. Some kind of psychosis is starting up. I wanted to take him to Vladimir province over Easter week, to air him out (it was his own idea too), but when I came to him on the day set for our departure, I was told he’d gone off to the Caucasus... At the end of April he came back from somewhere, but not from the Caucasus... He wanted to hang himself... I took him with me to the country house and am now walking him about... It seems to have gotten easier...
Чувствую себя на эмпиреях и занимаюсь благоглупостями: ем, пью, сплю, ужу рыбу, был раз на охоте... Сегодня утром на жерлицу поймал налима, а третьего дня мой соохотник убил зайчиху. Со мной живет художник Левитан (не тот, а другой – пейзажист), ярый стрелок. Он-то и убил зайца. С беднягой творится что-то недоброе. Психоз какой-то начинается. Хотел на Святой с ним во Владим губ съездить, проветрить его (он же и подбил меня), а прихожу к нему в назначенный для отъезда день, мне говорят, что он на Кавказ уехал... В конце апреля вернулся откуда-то, но не из Кавказа... Хотел вешаться... Взял я его с собой на дачу и теперь прогуливаю... Словно бы легче стало...
I’ve set weir-traps in the river and the pond and keep pulling them out of the water again and again: I haven’t the patience to wait... I won’t describe the countryside. If you’re in Moscow this summer and come on a pilgrimage to New Jerusalem, I promise you something you’ve never seen anywhere in your life... What luxuriance nature is! I could just take and eat it...
Поставил я в реке и в пруде верши и то и дело вынимаю их из воды: терпенья не хватает... Природу не описываю. Если будете летом в Москве и приедете на богомолье в Новый Иерусалим, то я обещаю Вам нечто такое, чего Вы нигде и никогда не видели... Роскошь природа! Так бы взял и съел ее...
I’ve received my fee, and I’m getting the journal. So couldn’t "Abolished!" be placed with "P g"? Nature is magnificent, the country house is luxurious, but there’s so little money that it’s shameful to look at my own pockets. Should I marry some rich merchant’s daughter, perhaps? I’ll marry a stout merchant’s wife and start publishing a stout journal. Farewell, and don’t be angry at your most delinquent
Гонорар получил, журнал получаю. Так нельзя ли "Упразднили!" сдать в "П г"? Природа великолепна, дача роскошна, но денег так мало, что совестно на карманы глядеть. Жениться на богатой купчихе, что ли? Женюсь на толстой купчихе и буду издавать толстый журнал. Прощайте и не сердитесь на неисправнейшего

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