Letter · 1888

To F. O. Shekhtel, 20 October 1888. Moscow.

Ф. О. ШЕХТЕЛЮ, 20 октября 1888 г. Москва.

Headnote

1 Written from Moscow on 20 October 1888 to Franz (Fyodor) Osipovich Shekhtel, the architect and stage designer who was one of Chekhov’s closest Moscow friends throughout the 1880s. Shekhtel had evidently written to reproach Chekhov for not visiting him, prompting this short, bantering note that mixes an apology with an update on the ongoing troubles of Chekhov’s brother, whom Shekhtel also knew and who had apparently borrowed or been lent items – including drawing-boards – belonging to Shekhtel himself.

2 Chekhov brushes off Shekhtel’s complaint that he never visits, blaming his own laziness and attachment to his desk, and proposes supper together instead. He then turns to his "prodigal brother," reporting that the danger is less serious than it looks: the brother has moved out to a "studio," taking with him a portrait of Roza Meyerzon, his top hat, a pair of Chekhov’s trousers, and some of Shekhtel’s own drawing-boards, and appears to be working there. Chekhov gives the new address, then recounts the brother’s recent bender: he stayed home quietly until the poet Palmin turned up and lured him away for a full day, and then, some three days before this letter, Chekhov unwisely took him to a wedding, where he drank himself senseless and did not come home until the day before writing. Chekhov observes that his brother is good company sober but turns wild after even one drink, and that the family is worn out and privately relieved he has moved out. Asked what is to be done, Chekhov professes not to know. He closes with a report on his own health (alive, well, "resting on his academic laurels" – a wry nod to the recent Pushkin Prize – and short of money), regards to Shekhtel’s wife, a handshake, his signature, and a final teasing postscript complimenting Shekhtel’s stationery.

20 October 1888. Moscow.
20 октября 1888 г. Москва.
20 Oct.
20 окт.
Sire! The end of your letter is no good at all: I don’t come to see you simply because I’m lazy and accustomed to sticking to my own desk. What we ought to do is have supper together, that’s all.
Sire! Конец Вашего письма никуда не годится: не хожу к Вам просто оттого, что ленив и привык липнуть к своему столу. Нам нужно бы поужинать, вот и всё.
As for my prodigal brother, the danger is not as serious as it seems. Yesterday he moved out of my place to the "studio," carrying off with him everything: the portrait of Roza Meyerzon, his top hat, my trousers, and your drawing-boards. It appears he is working. His address: Bryusovsky Lane, the Veltishchev house, Madame Medvedeva’s rooms (the old story).
Что касается моего блудного брата, то опасность не так серьезна, как кажется. Он вчера перебрался от меня в "мастерскую", куда увез с собою всё: портрет Розы Мейерзон, свой цилиндр, мои штаны и Ваши доски. По-видимому, он работает. Его адрес: Брюсовский пер., д. Вельтищева, Nомера Медведевой (старая история).
He sat at home the whole time, but then the old procuress Palmin suddenly turned up – and he vanished for a whole day and night. Then (some three days ago) I had the folly of taking him along with me to a wedding: there he got as drunk as a cobbler, stayed on, and did not come home until yesterday. So long as he is sober he is a good man, but the moment he has had a glass he starts raging. My family has worn itself out, and, frankly, is glad he has moved out of the flat.
Он всё время сидел дома, но вдруг явилась старая сводня Пальмин – и он исчез на целые сутки. Потом (дня 3 тому назад) я имел глупость взять его с собой на свадьбу: там он натрескался, как сапожник, остался и не приходил домой до вчерашнего дня. Пока он трезв – он хороший человек, но едва выпил рюмку, как начинает беситься. Моя фамилия выбилась из сил и, откровенно говоря, рада, что он съехал с квартиры.
What is to be done with him? I don’t know.
Что делать с ним? Не знаю.
As for myself, I am alive, well, resting on my academic laurels, and short of money. My regards to your wife.
Что касается меня, то я жив, здрав, почиваю на лаврах академических. и безденежствую. Поклон Вашей жене.
I shake your hand.
Жму руку.
What good paper you have!
Хорошая у Вас бумага!

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