Letter · 1883

To N. A. Leikin, 1883. Moscow.

Н. А. Лейкину, Март, после 2, 1883 г. Москва.

Headnote

Written in Moscow in March 1883, this letter belongs to Chekhov’s long and businesslike correspondence with Nikolai Alexandrovich Leikin, the editor of the Petersburg humor weekly Oskolki ("Fragments") and, at this point in Chekhov’s career, his chief employer. Chekhov was twenty-three, supporting his family largely on the fees Leikin paid for the short comic sketches he was turning out at a startling rate, and the letter is written in the register of that working relationship: prompt thanks for a payment received, a forecast of his own output for the coming season, and a small favor passed along for a fellow contributor.

The letter’s real interest is the middle section, where the correspondence briefly turns personal. Chekhov asks Leikin – himself a published writer of provincial and merchant-life sketches well before he became an editor – for a copy of one of his own books, and reconstructs from provincial memory a single story that had stuck with him: merchants returning from the Easter matins, a late boy with the kulich, a phrase overheard from a photograph-seller. It is a small, telling instance of Chekhov’s own instinct for the concrete detail that outlasts the plot around it, turned here toward someone else’s writing rather than his own.

The postscript, about postage stamps now wrapped in paper before being sealed into the envelope, is the kind of purely practical aside that runs through the working correspondence with Leikin – proof that even the business end of Chekhov’s letters carries his eye for the small material fact.

March, after the 2nd, 1883. Moscow.
Март, после 2, 1883 г. Москва.
Much-esteemed
Многоуважаемый
I received both the letter and the fee. Merci. Your prophecy regarding my writing will, it seems, come true: I shall write. Half the work is put off until after summer: I gain in spring and lose in summer. From the middle of April I’ll begin dashing off "dacha stories." Last year they came out well for me. I’ll write a heap and send them to you for your pick; the rest, after your choice, goes to Mother Moscow... I’m sending you a little piece ("The Pipe") by Agafopod Edinitsyn, a Moscow scribbler. He asked me to pass it along.
Получил и письмо и гонорар. Merci. Пророчество Ваше относительно моего писания, вероятно, сбудется: буду писать. Половина работы отложена на после лета: выигрываю в весне и проигрываю в лете. С половины апреля начну строчить "дачные рассказы". В прошлом году они у меня удавались. Напишу кучу и пришлю Вам на выбор; остальное, после Вашего выбора, Москве-матушке... Посылаю Вам статейку ("Трубка") Агафопода Единицына, московского писаки. Просил переслать.
One more thing: send me, for my little library, a single one of your books. Which one, I don’t know. I once lived, in a bygone age, in the provinces, and was one of your most zealous readers.
Еще об одном: пришлите мне для моей библиофики единую из Ваших книжек. Какую именно, не знаю. Жил во время оно в провинции и был одним из ревностнейших Ваших читателей.
One story in particular cut into my memory, where merchants come home from the Easter matins. I fairly choked with pleasure reading it. I know those fellows so well, running late with their kulich, and the master’s daughter, and the festive "himself," and the matins itself... I only don’t remember which book it’s in... In that same book, incidentally, there’s a phrase that cut into my memory: "There are all sorts of Turgenevs" – a phrase spoken by a photograph-seller. There you have 2 marks of the book I want. There is, besides, a third: it must be among the earliest. And with that, accept the assurance of my deep respect from
Особенно врезался в мою память один рассказ, где купцы с пасхальной заутрени приходят. Я захлебывался, читая его. Мне так знакомы эти ребята, опаздывающие с куличом, и хозяйская дочка, и праздничный "сам", и сама заутреня... Не помню только, в какой это книжке... В этой же книжке, кстати сказать, есть фраза, которая врезалась в мою память: "Тургеневы разные бывают",– фраза, сказанная продавцом фотографий. Вот Вам 2 признака желаемой книжки. Есть, впрочем, один и третий: она должна быть из первых. А за сим примите уверение в глубоком уважении от
P.S. There’s an innovation at your office: before putting the postage stamps in the envelope, you wrap them in a bit of paper now. A rational reform. Last time I got paid, I opened the envelope in the post-office yard, and my poor stamps were scattered by the wind.
P. S. У Вас в конторе нововведение: почтовые марки, прежде чем вложить в конверт, заворачивают в бумажку. Это рациональная реформа. В предшествующую получку я распечатал конверт в почтамтском дворе, и мои бедные марки были развеяны ветром.

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