Letter · 1886

To N. A. Leikin, 30 September 1886. Moscow.

H. A. Лейкину, 30 сентября 1886 г. Москва.

Headnote

1 Written in Moscow on 30 September 1886 to Nikolai Alexandrovich Leikin, editor of the humor weekly Oskolki ("Splinters") and Chekhov’s chief editor-patron of the early 1880s. Chekhov reports on money troubles – an unpaid fee from the "Gazette" (the newspaper Peterburgskaia gazeta, edited by Sergei Khudekov) and a petition he has sent Khudekov for a raise from the meager per-line rate – and asks Leikin to intercede. He then moves through a run of personal and literary business typical of his letters to Leikin: his brother Nikolai’s frightening bout of illness (bloody vomiting), his own health and vices (smoking, drinking, and not knowing foreign languages), a visit from the poet Liodor Palmin, a visit from the journalist Vladimir Gilyarovsky ("Gilyai"), a query about the silence of fellow writer Viktor Bilibin, arrangements for placing advertisements in various provincial papers, and an exhortation to Leikin to try writing for the stage. It closes with a stray remark on whooping cough and the plain signature "Yours, A. Chekhov."

2 The letter is a good specimen of Chekhov’s working correspondence with Leikin in this period: terse, itemized, moving briskly between practical business (fees, advertisements, contributors’ health) and sharp, affectionate character sketches – Palmin’s dishevelment and "empyrean" unworldliness, Gilyarovsky’s comic aside about "humankind’s confinement" – that show the same eye for telling detail Chekhov was bringing to his published sketches at the time.

30 September 1886. Moscow.
30 сентября 1886 г. Москва.
IX, 30.
IX, 30.
I have just received your letter, dear Nikolai Alexandrovich, and, not putting off my answer to some distant day, I sit down to write.
Сейчас получил Ваше письмо, уважаемый Николай Александрович, и, не откладывая ответа в долгий ящик, сажусь писать.
I still haven’t received the fee from the "Gazette" and have given up hope of getting it. I won’t write there until I do. It may even be that I’ll have to sing an amen to my collaboration with the "Gazette": I’ve sent Khudekov a petition for a raise... Put in a good word about the raise, for you must agree it’s insulting, in one’s declining years, to write for seven kopecks! Might Kh not find it possible to give supplements after the fashion of "Splinters"? Though I’m ready to agree to anything, even a wretched one-time payment, only not to go on sitting at seven kopecks...
Гонорара из "Газеты" еще не получил и отчаялся получить. Писать туда не буду, пока не получу. Быть может, даже сотрудничеству моему в "Газете" придется пропеть аминь: я послал Худекову прошение о прибавке... Замолвите словечко о прибавке, а то ведь, согласитесь, обидно на старости лет писать за 7 коп.! Не найдет ли Х возможным давать добавочные по образцу "Осколков"? Впрочем, я на всё согласен, даже на плохое единовременное, лишь бы не сидеть на семи копейках...
Life is drab. I myself am in poor shape, and I don’t see happy people around me either. Agafopod and his family are living in Moscow and scarcely getting enough to eat. Nikolai was seriously and dangerously ill yesterday and the day before. There was suddenly an abundant bloody vomiting, which we barely managed to stop. He’s grown thin as if with typhus... What a horror, the troubles I’ve been through these days, and on top of it there’s no money...
Живется серо. Сам я плох, да и кругом себя не вижу счастливых. Агафопод с семьей живет в Москве и еле сыт. Николай вчера и 3-го дня был серьезно и опасно болен. Появилась неожиданно обильная кровавая рвота, крую едва удалось остановить. Отощал он на манер тифозного... Ужас, сколько передряг я испытал в эти дни, а тут еще денег нет...
The whole business will probably end with me spitting, waving my hand, and bolting off into the zemstvo to take a post.
Кончится, должно быть, вся музыка тем, что я плюну, махну рукой и удеру в земство на службу.
My health is better. I ought to change my life radically, which is not easy. On my conscience there are 3 sins that give me no peace: 1) I smoke, 2) I sometimes drink, and 3) I don’t know any languages. For the sake of my health, points 1 and 2 are long since due to be sent to the devil.
Здоровье мое лучше. Нужно бы радикально изменить жизнь, что не легко. На моей совести 3 греха, которые не дают мне покоя: 1) курю, 2) иногда пью и 3) не знаю языков. В видах здоровья 1 и 2 пункты давно уже пора похерить.
Palmin was at my place. About gods and goddesses you are right. I’ll speak with him. You know, he himself calls to mind some sort of god. He lives in a way unlike other people, hovers in the empyrean, and wants nothing to do with the earth... His frock coat is stained, his trousers perpetually unbuttoned, his necktie round the back of his neck... He came with two dogs, which ran about the rooms and howled plaintively... I’ll be at his place one of these days. It’s pleasant to sit an evening with him.
Пальмин был у меня. Насчет богов и богинь Вы правы. Я поговорю с ним. Знаете, он и сам напоминает какого-то бога. Живет не по-людски, витает в эмпиреях и знать не хочет земли... Сюртук в пятнах, штаны вечно расстегнуты, галстух на затылке... Был у меня с двумя собаками, которые бегали по комнатам и жалобно выли... На днях буду у него. С ним приятно посидеть вечерок.
Today Gilyai was at my place. He’s waiting for humankind’s confinement. "Again," he says, "she’s gone and dropped one! Well, let them multiply!"
Сегодня был у меня Гиляй. Ждет человечина родов. "Опять, говорит, сколупал! Ну, пусть себе плодятся!"
Is Bilibin well? Not a word, not a sound from him, as though he’d died or landed in the fortress.
Здоров ли Билибин? От него ни слуху ни духу, точно умер или попал в крепость.
As for the advertisements in "Bud" and "Sverchok," I’ll try. They’ve already appeared in "Bud." I’ll print in "Rus Ved" once there’s money. And "Listok"... to the devil with it! Better to print the advertisements in the "Odessa Herald" and the "Southern Krai" (Kharkov).
Относительно объявлений в "Буд" и "Сверчке" постараюсь. В "Буд" уже печатались. В "Рус вед" напечатаю, когда деньги будут. А "Листок"... чёрт с ним! Лучше напечатать объявления в "Одесском вестнике" и "Южном крае" (Харьков).
Listen, do write something for the stage! It would be profitable for you, and pleasant too, for the sake of variety.
Послушайте, напишите-ка что-нибудь для сцены! Для Вас это выгодно да и приятно в видах разнообразия.
There seems nothing more to write about. The weather is tolerable. There are days when I regret having left the dacha. Greetings to all of yours.
Больше, кажется, не о чем писать. Погода сносная. Бывают деньки, когда я жалею, что уехал с дачи. Поклон всем Вашим.
To fall ill with whooping cough there’s no need to catch cold. The illness is infectious, or, as some think, of nervous origin.
Чтобы заболеть коклюшем, нет надобности простужаться. Болезнь инфекционная или, как думают, нервного происхождения.
Yours, A. Chekhov.

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