Letter · 1877

To M. M. Chekhov, 10 April 1877. Moscow.

M. M. Чехову, 10 апреля 1877 г. Москва.

Headnote

Written from Moscow on 10 April 1877, this is among the earliest of Chekhov’s letters to survive – he was seventeen. His elder brother Mikhail ("Misha") had just spent time with him in Moscow and was returning to Taganrog, the family’s home in the south, where their mother Yevgenia Yakovlevna remained. The family’s finances had collapsed three years earlier when their father’s grocery business failed and Pavel Chekhov fled to Moscow to escape debtor’s prison; the household was scattered, and Anton – left behind in Taganrog to finish school while selling off the family’s furniture to pay debts – would not himself move to Moscow to rejoin them until the following year.

The letter’s occasion is small (a request that Mikhail pass on Anton’s letters to their mother privately, and go on giving her comfort), but its undertone carries the weight of those years: a mother "broken in body and in spirit," a family held together at long distance by correspondence across the twelve hundred versts between Taganrog and Moscow, and a teenager already assuming the role – caretaker of his mother’s morale, manager of the family’s discretion – that would define much of his adult life. The prose is unmistakably that of a very young writer: earnest, looping, fond of a parenthetical aside dropped mid-sentence and never quite finished, reaching for a grand phrase ("this most serpentine of world") the mature Chekhov would have cut. None of the famous economy is here yet. What is here is the same watchfulness over the people he loved, turned for once on himself rather than a character.

The letter closes with greetings to Liza and Grisha – most likely family friends or relations in Moscow – and is signed, with the slightly formal flourish typical of the family’s letters at this period, "Your Brother A. Chekhov."

Not having the happiness of seeing you once more, I take up my pen. First, allow me to thank you brotherly for everything I had from you during the whole of my stay in Moscow; second, I rejoice with all my heart that we part heartfelt friends and brothers, and so I make bold to hope and to believe that the twelve hundred versts that will for a long while lie between two brothers who correspond, and who have come to know each other well, will prove no distance at all against the keeping up, for a long time, of our good relations. Now comes my request, which you will probably grant on account of its smallness: if I should send letters to my mama through you, then be so good as to give them to Mama not in front of the whole company, but secretly; there are things in life that can be told only to a single person, a trusted one; and it is just this circumstance that makes me write to Mama secretly from the others, to whom my secrets (and I do have secrets of a particular kind, which may or may not interest you, I don’t know. If you like, I will tell them to you) are of no interest at all, or rather, are not needed. The second and last request will be more important. Be so good as to go on comforting my mother, who is broken in body and in spirit. She has found in you not merely a nephew, but a good deal more than a nephew. My mother is of such a character that any moral support from another person acts on her strongly and for the good. Isn’t that the silliest request? But you will understand it, all the more since I said "moral," that is, spiritual support. Nothing is dearer to us than our mother in this most serpentine of worlds, and so you will oblige your humble servant no end by comforting his half-living mother. We shall carry on a correspondence, I expect, as we ought. And then I remark in passing that you will not be sorry for having confided so much in me; it remains only for me to thank you for your trust in me: know, brother, that I prize it very much. Farewell, I wish you everything good. My regards to Liza and Grisha and your comrades.
Не имея счастья тебя увидеть еще раз, я принимаюсь зачернила. Во-первых, позволь тебя братски поблагодарить за всё, чем я пользовался от тебя во всё пребывание мое в Москве; во-вторых, душевно радуюсь, что мы расстаемся задушевными друзьями и братьями, а посему и осмеливаюсь надеяться и верю, что 1200 верст еще долго будут находиться между двумя переписующимися братьями, которые хорошо узнали друг друга, ничтожным расстоянием для поддержки на долгое время наших хороших отношений. Теперь последует моя просьба, которую ты, вероятно, исполнишь по ее незначительности: если я буду присылать письма моей мамаше чрез тебя, то будь так добр, отдавай их мамаше не при всей компании, а тайно; бывают в жизни такие вещи, крые можно высказать только единому лицу, верному; вот это-то обстоятельство и заставляет меня писать мамаше тайно от других, которым тайны мои (а у меня особого рода и тайны есть, которые тебя интересуют или нет, я не знаю. Если хочешь, то я тебе их выскажу) вовсе не интересны или, лучше сказать, не нужны. Вторая и последняя просьба будет поважнее. Будь так добр, продолжай утешать мою мать, которая разбита физически и нравственно. Она нашла в тебе не одного племянника, но и много другого, выше племянника. У моей матери характер такого сорта, что на нее сильно и благотворно действует всякая нравственная поддержка со стороны другого. Не правда ли, глупейшая просьба? Но ты поймешь ее, тем более, что я сказал "нравственная", т. е. духовная поддержка. Для нас дороже матери ничего не существует в сем разъехидственном мире, а посему премного обяжешь твоего покорного слугу, утешая его полуживую мать. Переписку мы будем вести, вероятно, как следует. А затем мимоходом замечу, что ты не будешь раскаиваться в том, что высказал мне многое; мне стоит только поблагодарить тебя за доверие ко мне: знай, брат, что я им очень дорожу. Прощай, желаю тебе всего лучшего. Поклон Лизе и Грише и твоим товарищам.

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