Letter · 1887

To Al. P. Chekhov, 29 October 1887. Moscow.

Ал. П. ЧЕХОВУ, 29 октября 1887 г. Москва.

Headnote

1 Written from Moscow on 29 October 1887 to Chekhov’s elder brother Alexander in Petersburg – here addressed by the nickname "Gusev" ("Goose"), one of the many joking names the brothers used for each other – this short note is a piece of routine business correspondence. Chekhov explains that a separate letter, written at the request of the Wernher brothers (publishers of his book), is enclosed, and makes clear that any favor Alexander does for them is his own choice, not something Anton is pressing on him.

2 The letter’s real concern is money: Chekhov has not received a fee owed him from the "Peterburgskaya Gazeta" and worries that his account, or a promissory note connected to a man named Volkov, has gone missing in the post. He closes with a brief, weary self-portrait – lazy, dulled, sunk again into melancholy ("хандра"), doing no work but still seeing patients – before a terse sign-off with no news to report.

29 October 1887. Moscow.
29 октября 1887 г. Москва.
29.
29.
Gusev! Along with this you will receive another letter of mine, which I wrote at the request of the Wernher brothers, the publishers of my book. In it you will read a request, which you will carry out only insofar as you wish to be obliging toward the aforementioned brothers – I myself have nothing to do with it.
Гусев! Единовременно с сим ты получишь мое другое письмо, крое я написал по просьбе бр. Вернеров, издателей моей книги. В нем ты прочтешь просьбу, крую ты исполнишь постольку, поскольку желаешь быть любезным по отношению к упомянутым братьям, а я тут ни при чем.
Not having received from you the fee from the "Peterburgskaya Gazeta," I am beginning to think that my account, sent to you with my last letter (which you already answered), has been lost or forgotten. Perhaps even the Volkov promissory note has gone astray in the mail... Answer, please, for I am worried, and besides, there is no money.
Не получая от тебя гонорара "Петербургской) газеты", я начинаю думать, что мой счет, посланный тебе при последнем письме (на крое ты уже отвечал мне), утерян или забыт. Быть может, даже пропал на почте волковский вексель... Ответь, пожалуйста, ибо я беспокоюсь, да и денег нет.
I have grown lazy, gone dull, and am again falling into a fit of melancholy. I am not working. I sit for whole days in an armchair and stare at the ceiling. Still, there is practice.
Я разленился, посоловел и опять впадаю в хандру. Не работаю. Сижу по целым дням на кресле и гляжу в потолок. Впрочем, есть практика.
There is nothing new and nothing in sight. Farewell.
Нового нет ничего и не предвидится. Прощай.
Your A. Chekhov.
Твой А. Чехов.

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