Letter · 1888

To A. N. Pleshcheyev, 25 October 1888. Moscow.

А. Н. ПЛЕЩЕЕВУ, 25 октября 1888 г. Москва.

Headnote

1 Written from Moscow on 25 October 1888 to the poet and "Severny Vestnik" editor Alexei Nikolaevich Pleshcheyev, this letter is a dense run of miscellany typical of the autumn 1888 sequence (cf. letters 490, 497, 499, 502, 506), opening with thanks for a copy of Chekhov’s own play "Kalkhas" ("Calchas," also called "The Swan Song"), which Pleshcheyev has had privately copied out for him – Chekhov jokes about rewarding the unnamed copyist with sweets from Moscow. He then reports, with wry precision down to the minute, two brief visits from "Elena Alexeyevna," expressing sympathy for her boredom and describing the dull pre-winter mood of his own household.

2 The middle of the letter turns to the business and politics of "Severny Vestnik": Chekhov notes, with some irony, that a request from Pleshcheyev to keep the journal’s financial troubles secret was already moot, since a correspondent had described the crisis to him in detail weeks earlier, adding that it was being discussed openly at the funeral of a person named "Poletika." He then reasons through the journal’s subscriber numbers (4,000, with room to grow via advertising) and dismisses the rival journal "Epokha" ("Epoch") as juvenile after its first issue.

3 The longest and warmest passage concerns "Zhorzhinka" – an affectionate diminutive for Georges Lintvaryov, the member of the Lintvaryov family at whose Luka estate the Chekhovs summered, previously named by first name alone or as "Georges"/"Zhorzh" in letters 490 and 499 (where he is reported traveling toward Petersburg to play piano). Chekhov calls him the only true artist among all the musicians he has known, praises his soul and taste, but diagnoses laziness and self-doubt as his chief faults, and appeals to Pleshcheyev – whom Georges trusts – to encourage him. This opens into a broader, affectionate lament for the whole Lintvaryov family’s unrealized potential.

4 The letter closes with an extended, sharp-edged meditation on envy prompted by Chekhov’s recent Pushkin Prize (cf. letters 496-509, where the prize and the reactions to it are discussed at length). Chekhov argues that if the prize was undeserved, the envy of it is likewise groundless, and draws a sarcastic distinction between peers who might legitimately envy him and lesser figures – named here as "the Lehmans and Co." – whom he accuses of narrow vanity, no patriotism, and no real love of literature. He extends the same defense to Vladimir Korolenko, the "Severny Vestnik" writer and Chekhov’s fellow prize recipient (cf. letter 483, where Korolenko is likewise discussed as a valued, "irreplaceable" figure at the journal), arguing that envious mediocrities would resent the two of them even for saving the fatherland outright. The letter ends with the standing formula of household greetings and signature.

25 October 1888. Moscow.
25 октября 1888 г. Москва.
25 Oct.
25 окт.
Thank you for "Kalkhas," dear Alexei Nikolaevich! Who copied out the second copy for you? Whoever this mysterious benefactor may be, pass along my gratitude and my promise – to bring him sweets from Moscow.
Спасибо Вам за "Калхаса", дорогой Алексей Николаевич! Кто у Вас переписывал второй экземпляр? Кто бы ни был этот таинственный благодетель, передайте ему мою благодарность и обещание – привезти из Москвы конфект.
Elena Alexeyevna called on us twice: in the daytime and in the evening. In the daytime she sat for 6 minutes, and in the evening 22 minutes. She promised to visit a third time as well, but did not keep her promise. I sympathize with her entirely: it is deadly dull at our place. Until the real winter season sets in, the merrymaking element lies dormant, while the bored element grumbles and spreads boredom around. The noise in my apartment usually begins toward the end of November.
Елена Алексеевна была у нас два раза: днем и вечером. Днем посидела 6 минут, а вечером 22 минуты. Обещала побывать и в третий раз, но обещания своего не исполнила. Я ей вполне сочувствую: у нас мертвецки скучно. Пока не наступил настоящий зимний сезон, веселящий элемент дремлет, а скучающий брюзжит и наводит скуку. Шум в моей квартире начинается обыкновенно с конца ноября.
You write that I should keep quiet about "Severny Vestnik." Some two or three weeks ago I received a letter from a certain man of letters who described to me in the greatest detail the crisis "Severny Vestnik" is going through; he writes that everyone was talking about the crisis out loud at Poletika’s funeral. So much for keeping secrets!
Вы пишете, чтобы я про "Сев вестник" держал в секрете. Недели 2–3 тому назад я получил письмо от некоего литератора, который подробнейшим образом описывал мне кризис, переживаемый "С вестником"; он пишет, что о кризисе все говорили вслух на похоронах Полетики. Вот тут и извольте иметь секреты!
If "Severny Vestnik" has 4 thousand subscribers, then there is certainly nothing to be timid about! 4 thousand is a good enough figure that, with a certain amount of effort and caution, one can both make one’s fortune and keep one’s innocence. At the very least one can manage without debts. To gain a fifth or sixth thousand, one needs to advertise. Without advertising, everything with us goes at a tortoise’s pace.
Если у "Сев вестн" 4 тысячи подписчиков, то, конечно, робеть нечего! 4 тысячи – цифра настолько хорошая, что при известных усилиях и осторожности можно и капитал нажить и невинность соблюсти. По крайней мере можно обойтись без долгов. Чтобы приобрести пятую или шестую тысячу, нужно рекламировать. Без рекламы у нас всё идет черепашьим шагом.
Please, do admire the first issue of "Epokha"! What boyishness! All these gentlemen of "Epokha" have played the part of such schoolboys that it is simply shameful.
Пожалуйста, полюбуйтесь на 1-й номер "Эпохи"! Какое мальчишество! Все эти господа эпоховцы разыграли из себя таких мальчишек, что просто совестно.
Zhorzhinka is a talented man. Of all the pianists, violinists, conductors, drummers, and horn players I have ever known in my life, Zhorzhinka is the only one who has struck me as an artist. He has a soul, he has feeling and views, he is not stupid and is little spoiled by the prejudices of the circles fate has thrown him into. His chief trouble is laziness and timidity. He does not believe in himself. I am not serious enough and not musical enough to have the power to convince him. You, however, he trusts, luckily for him, and your efforts to rouse him may have good results. I should like the clever and dear Lintvaryov family not to live out their lives for nothing. The Lintvaryovs are splendid material; all of them are intelligent, honest, knowledgeable, loving – but all of it is perishing for nothing, not worth a pinch of snuff, like sunbeams in a desert.
Жоржинька талантливый человек. Из всех пианистов, скрипачей, дирижеров, барабанщиков и горнистов, каких только я знал на своем веку, Жоржинька единственный показался мне художником. У него есть душа, есть чутье и взгляды, он неглуп и мало испорчен предрассудками тех кружков, где ему волею судеб приходилось бывать. Главное его горе – лень и робость. Он не верит себе. Я недостаточно серьезен и недостаточно музыкален, чтобы иметь силу убедить его. Вам же он, к счастью, верит, и Ваша попытка возбудить его может иметь хорошие результаты. Я хотел бы, чтоб умная и милая линтваревская семья не прожила свой век зря. Линтваревы – прекрасный материал; все они умны, честны, знающи, любящи, но всё это погибает даром, ни за понюшку табаку, как солнечные лучи в пустыне.
Now about envy. If the prize was in truth given to me undeservedly, then the envy it arouses is likewise free of any truth. The right to envy and to feel aggrieved belongs, morally, to those who are better than I am or who walk abreast of me, but by no means to those gentlemen the Lehmans and Co., for whom I broke a path with my own forehead to the thick journals and to this same prize! Those sons of bitches ought to rejoice, not envy. They have neither patriotism nor love of literature, only a wretched vanity. They are ready to hang me and Korolenko for our success. Were I and Korolenko geniuses, were we to save the fatherland, were we to build Solomon’s temple, they would hate us all the more for it, because gentlemen like Lehman see neither fatherland nor literature – all that is nonsense to them; they notice only another’s success and their own lack of it, and the rest can go to seed for all they care. He who does not know how to be a servant should not be allowed to be a master; he to whom the joy of another’s success is foreign is a stranger to the interests of public life, and such a man should not be handed the reins of a public cause.
Теперь о зависти. Если премию мне дали в самом деле не по заслугам, то и зависть, которую она возбуждает, свободна от правды. Завидовать и досадовать имеют нравственное право те, кто лучше меня или идет рядом со мной, но отнюдь не те господа Леманы и Ко, для которых я собственным лбом пробил дорогу к толстым журналам и к этой же премии! Эти сукины сыны должны радоваться, а не завидовать. У них ни патриотизма, ни любви к литературе, а одно самолюбьишко. Они готовы повесить меня и Короленко за успех. Будь я и Короленко – гении, спаси мы с ним отечество, создай мы храм Соломонов, то нас возненавидели бы еще больше, потому что гг. Леманы не видят ни отечества, ни литературы – всё это для них вздор; они замечают только чужой успех и свой неуспех, а остальное хоть травой порасти. Кто не умеет быть слугою, тому нельзя позволять быть господином; кто не умеет радоваться чужим успехам, тому чужды интересы общественной жизни и тому нельзя давать в руки общественное дело.
My whole household sends you their greetings.
Мои все шлют Вам привет.

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