Letter · 1887

L. N. Trefolev, 30 September 1887. Moscow. 30 Sept.

Л. Н. ТРЕФОЛЕВУ, 30 сентября 1887 г, Москва. 30 сент.

Headnote

1 Written from Moscow on 30 September 1887 to Leonid Nikolayevich Trefolev, the Yaroslavl poet and local-history writer with whom Chekhov had been corresponding since 1886. Trefolev, having just received a copy of Chekhov’s collection "In the Twilight" ("В сумерках"), had written back asking how he might repay the gift: with his own photograph, or with a copy of his rare booklet connected to "Uedinyonny Poshekhonets" ("The Solitary Poshekhonian"), an eighteenth-century provincial journal he had studied and reprinted. Chekhov’s reply plays along with mock greed, jokingly citing Hamlet’s advice to Polonius on treating people above their deserts, and promises to have the gift book bound and put into use.

2 The letter is a light, bantering piece of literary correspondence full of in-jokes about mutual acquaintances – the publisher Nikolai Leikin and the poet Liodor Palmin, at whose homes Chekhov had seen Trefolev’s portrait – and closes with an extended comic riff: Trefolev had joked about his own "illness" (an aversion to public displays, provoked by a newspaper piece on capital punishment) and asked for Chekhov’s portrait to hang on his wall; Chekhov offers mock medical treatment hours and then describes his Moscow address (a red house "shaped like a chest of drawers," its color jokingly called "liberal") before sending along the photograph itself, which he calls his "stolen mug."

30 September 1887, Moscow. 30 Sept.
30 сентября 1887 г, Москва. 30 сент.
You, my esteemed Leonid Nikolayevich, propose that I choose one of two things: your photograph or "A Poshekhonian’s Solitude." Being a greedy man, I should like to receive "both the one and the other, a full glass of each." I believe and confess that my book is not worth double payment, but may your magnanimous muse recall Hamlet, who most sensibly advises (Polonius) to treat every man not according to his deserts, but above them. Your photograph I shall enroll among the men of letters who adorn my desk, and the book and the album I shall read, have bound (25 kopecks), and put into circulation.
Вы, уважаемый Леонид Николаевич, предлагаете мне выбирать одно из двух: Вашу карточку или "Уедине пошехонца". Как человек жадный, я хотел бы получить "того и другого по полному стакану". Верую и исповедую, что книга моя не стоит двойной платы, но да вспомнит Ваша великодушная муза Гамлета, который весьма резонно советует (Полонию) воздавать каждому не по заслугам, а выше заслуг. Карточку Вашу я сопричту к литераторам, украшающим мой стол, а книгу и альбом прочту, переплету (25 коп.) и пущу в обращение.
I have more than once seen your portrait at Leikin’s, and, I think, at Palmin’s too, so that your face is no secret to me. Why are you so grey? Grey hair suits poets as poorly as the papal tiara suits the Prince of Coburg.
Ваш портрет я не раз видел у Лейкина и, кажется, у Пальмина, так что Ваше лицо для меня не составляет секрета. Зачем Вы так седы? К поэтам седина так же не идет, как папская тиара к принцу Кобургскому.
As for the illness you write of, I will gladly undertake to treat you, and of course will not cure you; I receive daily from 12 to 3 o’clock, though for men of letters my doors stand open wide, day and night. At 6 o’clock in the evening I am always at home. I write this in case you should be in Moscow and not disdain to chat with a prose-writer about current affairs. (About Bulgaria, the quit-rent peasants, the grain elevator, and the Caucasian transit trade, and so forth.) I live in Kudrino, opposite the Fourth Women’s Gymnasium, in Korneev’s house, which looks like a chest of drawers. The color of the house is liberal, that is, red.
От болезни, о которой Вы пишете, я с удовольствием возьмусь лечить Вас и, конечно, не вылечу; принимаю я ежедневно от 12 до 3 часов, для литераторов же мои двери открыты настежь день и нощь. В б часов вечера я всегда дома. Пишу это на случай, если будете в Москве и не побрезгуете поболтать с прозаиком о текущих делах. (О Болгарии, чиншевиках, элеваторе, о кавказском транзите и проч.) Живу я в Кудрине, против 4 женской гимназии, в доме Корнеева, похожем на комод. Цвет дома либеральный, т. е. красный.
It took a great deal of time and cunning to steal my own mug for you – that is the reason why I am late in answering your charming letter. The stolen mug I am sending along.
Нужно было потратить много времени и хитрости, чтобы украсть для Вас свою харю,– вот причина, почему я опаздываю ответом на Ваше прелестное письмо. Украденную харю посылаю.
Herewith, pressing your hand, in expectation of gifts I remain sincerely devoted to you,
За сим, пожав Вам руку, в ожидании даров пребываю искренно преданным

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