Letter · 1883

To N. A. Leikin, 31 December 1883. Moscow.

Н. А. Лейкину, 31 декабря 1883 г. Москва.

Headnote

Nikolai Alexandrovich Leikin was, at this point, the man Chekhov answered to. Leikin edited Oskolki ("Splinters" or "Fragments"), the Petersburg comic weekly that had become the chief outlet for Chekhov’s early journalism, and their correspondence in these years runs to the business of a jobbing contributor reporting to his editor: shipments of copy, word counts, deadlines, money. Chekhov was twenty-three, still signing much of his work "Antosha Chekhonte," and still supporting a large household on piecework rates.

This letter closes out 1883 in exactly that register. The New Year’s number needs trimming and Chekhov, characteristically, asks Leikin to do the cutting himself rather than do it to his own copy – a small, practical humility that recurs throughout the Leikin correspondence. Money is short enough that a trip to Petersburg for the holidays is out of the question. And the letter’s back half is pure miscellany: Liodor Palmin, a minor poet and fellow Oskolki contributor known for writing even his personal letters in verse, has sent one such letter and also apparently pestered Leikin on a family errand involving flannel cloth for Chekhov’s brother, which Chekhov moves to redirect through the magazine’s own address rather than his. Mikhail Evstigneev, an illustrator and comic writer of the older generation, is a running joke Chekhov keeps returning to: he wants Evstigneev’s life story and has been angling for it for a year.

Two things are worth watching for. One is the tone: warm, brisk, deferential without being obsequious, closing on an antique formula ("your humble servant") that Chekhov uses half in earnest, half as a period joke – the letter’s very last line, "Frost. A blizzard," is the kind of bare weather-notation that will later become one of his signatures on the page, doing here in miniature what it will do at much higher stakes in the mature fiction. The other is the sheer density of small names and small favors: Leikin, Palmin, Evstigneev, "Budilnik" (a rival comic weekly Chekhov also wrote for) – a working writer’s ordinary traffic, the raw material out of which the larger literary life would be built.

December 31, 1883. Moscow.
31 декабря 1883 г. Москва.
The 31st of Dec.
31-го дек.
Dear
Уважаемый
I congratulate you on the New Year, on new happiness, on new subscribers. I wish you every good thing. Forgive me for sending this a little late. Still, according to your last letter, you’ll get my shipment on the 1st of January. Both the notes are long and the New Year’s story is long – I confess it. But for the sake of (though "but" has no business here) – for the sake of the New Year’s number turning out especially good, I ask you this once not to stand on ceremony and to cut it down as much as you can. I didn’t undertake to cut it myself; you’re the better judge of what serves the piece and what’s excess.
Поздравляю Вас с Новым годом, с новым счастьем, с новыми подписчиками. Желаю всего хорошего. Простите, что посылаю немножко поздно. Впрочем, Вы, согласно Вашему последнему письму, получите мой транспорт 1-го января. И заметки длинны и новогодний рассказ длинен – каюсь. Но ради (впрочем, здесь ни к селу ни к городу это "но"), ради того, что новогодний нумер должен быть отменно хорош, прошу Вас на сей раз не поцеремониться и сократить, елико возможно. Сам я не взялся сокращать; Вам виднее, что идет к делу, что лишнее.
I trust that from the New Year on I’ll be more orderly with my shipments.
Уповаю, что с Нового года буду более порядочен в своих транспортах.
I won’t be in Petersburg over the holidays – alas! No money. I’ve spent myself clean out over the holidays.
В Питере – увы! – на праздниках не буду. Денег нет. Разорился вконец за праздники.
Yesterday I got a letter from Palmin. The letter is laid out in verse. The "wild" poet writes, among other things, that he wrote to you about sending flannel for his brother. If you’re a fair man, you must have been terribly annoyed getting that commission. It’s a sin to trouble so busy a man as you with such petty errands. My brother didn’t think of that when he asked Palmin to write to you – the two of them were tipsy. That’s one thing. And another: if you do send the flannel, don’t send it in my name. I have no time to go to the post office. Send it in the name of "Budilnik," care of. And what a splendid "Almanac" Bukva has put out! A thoroughly foreign-looking edition.
Вчера получил письмо от Пальмина. Письмо изложено стихами. "Дикий" поэт пишет, между прочим, что он писал Вам о высылке торшона для брата. Если Вы справедливый человек, то Вы, получив это поручение, страшно рассердились. Грешно беспокоить мелкими поручениями такого занятого человека, как Вы. Брат не сообразил этого, прося Пальмина написать Вам,– оба они были подшофе. Это во-первых. А во-вторых, ежели будете высылать торшон, то не высылайте его на мое имя. Не имею времени ходить в почтамт. Высылайте на имя "Будильника" с передачей. А шикарный "Альманах" выпустил Буква! Совсем заграничное издание.
I keep after Misha Evstigneev to write his autobiography. I want to buy it from him. A rare "life"! I’ve been after him a year now and I think he’ll give in. I’m writing about him in my current notes.
Пристаю к Мише Евстигнееву, чтоб он написал свою автобиографию. Хочу у него купить ее. Редкое "житие"! Пристаю уже год и думаю, что он сдастся. Пишу о нем в нынешних заметках.
Palmin will certainly end up in paradise.
Пальмин непременно будет в раю.
Ah, yes! Many thanks for the "Bride of Christ"! I’ve had it bound.
Ах да! Большущее спасибо за "Христову невесту"! Отдал в переплет.
Frost. A blizzard... And with that, with respect, your humble servant
Мороз. Метелица... А за сим с почтением Ваш покорный слуга

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