Letter · 1883

To N. A. Leikin, 3 August 1883. Moscow.

H. A. Лейкину, Между 31 июля и 3 августа 1883 г. Москва.

Headnote

Written between 31 July and 3 August 1883 from Moscow, this letter goes again to Nikolai Alexandrovich Leikin, editor and publisher of the Petersburg humor weekly Oskolki (“Splinters”). At twenty-three, Chekhov was still turning out captions, filler pieces, and comic advertisements at speed under the pen name Antosha Chekhonte, and this letter opens on a small production mishap: he discovers, to his mock horror, that a set of joke advertisements he had submitted for the paper have appeared garbled – and, worse, appear to be simply lost, since what ran in the current issue isn’t what he sent. He shrugs it off as minor and sends replacements, with instructions to hold them for several months.

The middle of the letter turns social and anecdotal: an account of a visit to the poet Liodor Palmin at his dacha in Bogorodskoye, comic in its inventory of vodka, pickled cucumbers, and whitefish, and in the detail that Palmin’s hospitality (extended even to the ladies present) does nothing to slow his prodigious output across multiple publications. Chekhov then reports a small literary-political tangle: a review he wrote of Leikin’s book Karasi i shchuki (“Carp and Pike”) turns out to be superfluous, since the book has already been widely noticed, and a separate request for space in the magazine Mirskoy tolk has backfired – the editor there, Pushkaryov, took offense at an earlier, anonymous notice Chekhov had written and is venting that irritation on Leikin instead, not knowing who the actual author was.

The letter closes on a note characteristic of these apprentice years: a glance back at “The Tragedian” (an earlier story of his) with the regret, delivered lightly but seriously enough to register, that the format constraints of the comic press had forced him to compress material that could have supported a much longer treatment. It is an early instance of a tension that would recur throughout his career between the demands of quick paying work and the fuller scope his material sometimes wanted.

Between 31 July and 3 August 1883. Moscow.
Между 31 июля и 3 августа 1883 г. Москва.
Much-esteemed
Многоуважаемый
I was just looking through the latest issue of Oskolki and to my great horror (you can imagine that horror!) saw the advertisements there all jumbled up. I made up the very same advertisements for Oskolki a week ago – and there’s the whole scandal. So my advertisements have gone missing! A trifling little thing, and not worth fussing over across two issues... In any case I’m sending them along. If they’ll do, put them by and run them in five or six months.
Просматривал сейчас последний номер "Осколок" и к великому ужасу (можете себе представить этот ужас!) увидел там перепутанные объявления. Такие же объявления я неделю тому назад изготовил для "Осколок" – и в этом весь скандал. Пропали, значит, мои объявления! Вещичка ерундистая и не стоит возиться с ней в двух номерах... Во всяком случае посылаю. Если годятся, то спрячьте и пустите месяцев через 5–6.
I’m living in Moscow now, and I’d be obliged if you’d address things there should the need arise. Forgive the laziness! Summer – nothing to be done about it... Only poets can join their scribbling to moonlit nights, to love... A man declares his love and writes verses at the same time... But we prose writers – that’s another matter...
Живу теперь в Москве, куда и благоволите адресоваться в случае надобности. Извините за лентяйство! Лето – ничего не поделаешь... Одни только поэты могут соединять свое бумагомарательство с лунными ночами, любовью... В любви объясняется и в то же время стихи пишет... А мы, прозаики,– иное дело...
I was at Palmin’s, in Bogorodskoye. Under the table, a quarter-bottle... On the table, gherkins, whitefish... And none of these treasures keep him in the least from working in what must be ten publications at once. I drank three glasses of vodka at his place. I was there with some ladies... And he treated the ladies to vodka too...
Был в Богородском у Пальмина. Под столом четверть... На столе огурчики, белорыбица... И все эти сокровища нисколько не мешают ему работать чуть ли не в десяти изданиях. Выпил у него 3 рюмки водки. Был у него с дамами... И дам угостил он водкой...
I wrote a little review of your Karasi i shchuki (“Carp and Pike”). I went to place it – and it turns out your book’s already been talked about everywhere. I was at Pushkaryov’s dacha the other day and asked for a spot in Mirskoy tolk (it has a good many subscribers – some 2,500 to 3,000) and then regretted having asked... Better to have just gone ahead and printed it without leave... He, you see, took offense at my note about his candle... Not knowing who wrote the note, he abuses you for it... Perhaps I’ll shove it in somewhere... There’s still time yet... I went at it from a learned-literary-elevated point of view. In a lofty style and with a sweeping tendency... and at the same time quite sincerely.
Написал я рецензийку на Ваших "Карасей и щук". Сунулся с ней – и оказывается, что о Вашей книге уже везде говорилось. Был на днях у Пушкарева на даче и просил места в "Мирском толке" (подписчиков много – около 2500–3000) и покаялся, что попросил... Было бы мне без спроса взять и напечатать... Он, видите ли, на мою заметку о его свече разобиделся... За незнанием автора заметки, бранит Вас... Авось, суну куда-нибудь... Время еще не ушло... Я с учено-литературно-возвышенной точки зрения хватил. Высоким слогом и с широковещательной тенденцией... и в то же время весьма искренно.
I’m sitting down to write my notes. What’s become of my “Tragedian”? It would have made a decent story, if not for the constraints... I had to narrow down even the very substance and salt of it... A whole novella could have been written on that theme. And with that, I have the honor to remain, with respect,
Сажусь писать заметки. Какова судьба моего "Трагика"? Неплохой рассказ вышел бы, если бы не рамки... Пришлось сузить даже самую суть и соль... А можно было бы и целую повесть написать на эту тему. За сим с почтением имею честь быть

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