Letter · 1885

To N. A. Leikin, 1885. Babkino.

Н. А. Лейкину, Сентябрь, не позднее 6, 1885г. Бабкино.

Headnote

Written from Babkino in early September 1885, near the end of the Chekhovs’ summer at the Kiselyov estate, this short letter goes again to Nikolai Alexandrovich Leikin, editor-publisher of the Petersburg humor weekly Oskolki ("Splinters") and Chekhov’s principal editor at the time. Unlike the leisurely literary chat of his other Babkino letters, this one is pure business and a plea: Chekhov asks Leikin to press both the Petersburg Gazette and its office to send along an overdue fee – he’d asked for a hundred and fifty roubles, having earned more, and without it he risks being stranded in the country into October. He gives the exact mail dates the money could reach him in Voskresensk and underscores the urgency with a flourish of mock-formal, self-mocking prose ("giving my whole self over to hope, sweet messenger of heaven").

The postscript turns the money worry into a vivid weather complaint: relentless rain, a grey sky, and a pointed tally of exactly how many roubles (200) stand between him and "the warmth and civilization of Moscow" – against a single thaler in his pocket. The letter closes with a one-line cry, "Spring, where are you?!", conflating the season’s foulness with his own restlessness to be paid and gone. It is a compact, comic specimen of the money-and-weather letters Chekhov wrote Leikin throughout the mid-1880s, when free-lance fees from the popular press were his family’s chief support.

September, not later than the 6th, 1885. Babkino.
Сентябрь, не позднее 6, 1885г. Бабкино.
Dear
Уважаемый
Do me the godly favor of hurrying along the "Petersburg Gazette" and your office in sending me my fee. If I don’t get the money soon, I risk stretching my summer out to October, which isn’t especially cheering. From the "Gazette" I asked for a hundred and fifty. I’ve earned more than that from them. Forgive me for sending you a petition instead of writings, but, by God, the weather is so foul that howling like a wolf suits one better than creating. The money-post arrives in Voskresensk on Tuesday the 10th and on Friday the 13th.
Сделайте божескую милость, поторопите "Пет газету" и Вашу контору высылкой мне гонорара. Если я не получу скоро деньги, то рискую продлить свое лето до октября, что не особенно весело. У "Пет газеты" я просил полтораста. Мною заработано у нее больше. Простите, что вместо произведений посылаю Вам прошение, но, ей-богу, погода такая мерзкая, что вытье по-волчьи больше к лицу, чем творчество. Денежная почта придет в Воскресенск во вторник 10-го и в пятницу 13-го.
It would be desirable to receive it on the 10th. If that’s impossible, Friday is nonetheless the outer limit. I asked the "Gazette" about sending it long ago already, back in August.
Желательно получение 10-го. Если таковое невозможно, то пятница является все-таки крайним сроком. "Газету" просил я о высылке уже давно, в августе.
Giving my whole self over to hope, sweet messenger of heaven, I remain
Отдавая всего себя надежде, сладкой посланнице небес, пребываю
Yours, A. Chekhov
The rain is lashing down full force. Brrr!... To get out from under this grey, cloud-covered vault into the warmth and civilization of Moscow, I need a minimum of 200 roubles, and in my pocket there’s just one thaler – only that...
Дождь порет во все лопатки. Бррр!.. Чтобы уйти из-под этого серого облачного свода в тепло и цивилизацию Москвы, мне нужно minimum 200 руб., а в кармане один талер – только...
Spring, where are you?!
Весна, где ты?!

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