Letter · 1883

To N. A. Leikin, 26 May 1883. Voskresensk.

Н. А. Лейкину, 26 мая 1883г. Воскресенск.

Headnote

Written on 26 May 1883 from Voskresensk, a small town in Moscow province near the New Jerusalem Monastery where the Chekhov family was spending the summer, this note goes to Nikolai Alexandrovich Leikin, the editor and publisher of the Petersburg humor weekly Oskolki (“Splinters,” here left in its Russian form by the letter’s own habit of naming it plainly). Leikin was, at this point, Chekhov’s principal editor and paymaster: the twenty-three-year-old medical student was supporting his family largely on fees for the comic sketches, captions, and short pieces he was turning out at high speed for Oskolki and the other humor papers under the pen name Antosha Chekhonte.

The letter’s ostensible business is a change of mailing address for a fee payment, and Chekhov turns even that into a small comic set piece – worrying, at length and with mock gravity, that copyists and postal clerks will mangle “Voskresensk” into “Voznesensk,” or drop the town designator and strand his money in the wrong Voskresenskoye altogether (he notes, with the era’s taste for onomastic humor, that the name is as common in Russia as Ivan is among given names or Benevolensky among priests). The rest is a brisk survey of his summer idleness: he hasn’t seen the last few issues of the paper, doesn’t know how much unpublished work of his is still on hand, and is coasting rather than producing – though he promises, in the same breath, to sit down that evening and write something.

The letter is also a small window onto the working rhythm of these years: a young writer keeping track of his backlog with his editor, negotiating payment logistics from a rented dacha, and describing his surroundings (the monks of New Jerusalem, the pull of the open country) with the same economical, unsentimental eye that would later organize his mature prose. The closing complaint about the “bosom of nature” being ruinous to discipline is characteristic: even relaxation gets diagnosed, briskly and without self-pity, as a kind of professional hazard.

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Much-esteemed
Многоуважаемый
Be so good as to give orders that this time my fee be sent not to Moscow but to the following address:
Благоволите сделать распоряжение, чтобы на сей раз гонорар был выслан мне не в Москву, а по следующему адресу:
The town of Voskresensk (Moscow province).
г. Воскресенск (Московской губ.).
I underline that not without purpose. On letters they often write, for some reason, Voznesensk instead of Voskresensk, and leave off “(Moscow prov.)” – and there are as many Voskresensks in Russia as there are Ivans in the church calendar, or Benevolenskys among priests. A letter on which they forget to put the letter “g.” (for gorod, town) risks ending up in the village of Voskresenskoye. I am living in New Jerusalem, I go visiting the monks, and I don’t see the Splinters. I haven’t seen the last three issues and don’t know how many of my pieces you have lying there unprinted. I imagine it’s enough, so for now I’m sending nothing and resting on my laurels. Though this evening I’ll sit down to write a three-kopeck story. If I manage it, I’ll send it along after this same letter. I’ll be in Moscow by the 10th of June. I’ll collect my fee and fly off there. A fine thing, the bosom of nature, but it’s ruinous and pregnant with “dereliction of duty” – the laziness that this whole bosom is strewn with.
Подчеркиваю не без цели. Часто на письмах вместо Воскресенск пишут почему-то Вознесенск и пропускают "(Москов. губ.)", а Воскресенсков на Руси столько же, сколько в святцах Иванов и среди попов Беневоленских. Письмо же, на котором забывают поставить букву "г" (город), рискует очутиться в селе Воскресенском. Обитаю в Новом Иерусалиме, хожу в гости к монахам и не вижу "Осколков". Не видел последних трех номеров и не знаю, сколько у вас статей моих ненапечатанных. Думаю, что хватит, а потому пока ничего не посылаю и почиваю на лаврах. Впрочем, вечером сяду писать троичный рассказ. Если успею, то пошлю его вслед за этим же письмом. В Москве буду к 10 июню. Получу гонорар и улечу туда. Хорошая вещь лоно природы, но банкротиста и чревата "упущениями по службе" – лень, которою усыпано всё это лоно.
The weather is lovely. It pulls you from the inside out. Must be going. Wishing you all the best, I have the honor to remain your ever-faithful servant
Погода прелестная. Тянет из нутра наружу. Нужно идти. Пожелав Вам всего лучшего, имею честь быть всегдашним Вашим слугою

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