Letter · 1888

To I. L. Leontyev, 16–17 November 1888. Moscow.

И. Л. ЛЕОНТЬЕВУ (ЩЕГЛОВУ), 16 или 17 ноября 1888 г. Москва.

Headnote

1 Written from Moscow on 16 or 17 November 1888 to Ivan Leontyev, who wrote under the pen name Ivan Shcheglov and whom Chekhov addressed by the nickname "Jean," this short, high-spirited letter continues the same run of correspondence as the letters to Shcheglov of 14 September, 2 November, 7 November, and 11 November. It follows directly on the casting muddle over "The Bear" reported in the 11 November letter, here treated as settled into indifference, and closes with a joking domestic wish rather than any business matter.

2 Chekhov opens with a mock-Latin salutation and sends two censored copies of "The Bear," one for Smolensk and one for Shcheglov to give away as he sees fit, then dismisses the Abarinova/Savina casting tangle from the previous letter with studied unconcern: let it run aground if it must. He reports that the actor Solovtsov is about to visit to discuss placing "The Theatrical Sparrow" ("the sparrow"), grumbling about the crush and heat backstage that make serious talk impossible, then bats away Shcheglov’s teasing comparison of him to Potemkin, listing labor, exhaustion, poverty, and boredom as the only truths of his situation. A few quick items follow – praise for Shcheglov’s improving handwriting with advice not to overcorrect it, enthusiasm for Shcheglov’s new tale "Cordelia" paired with an exhortation not to abandon fiction for playwriting, and a reminder that Shcheglov must spend the coming summer in the country – before closing greetings "from all my people" (including the nicknamed "Coquelin the Younger") and the signature "Your Antoine." The letter ends with a single joking line wishing Shcheglov’s wife would beat him.

16 or 17 November 1888. Moscow.
16 или 17 ноября 1888 г. Москва.
Johannes Leonis filius! John, son of Leo! (Lat.) I’m sending you, as I promised, 2 copies of "The Bear": one for Smolensk, and the other give to whomever you see fit.
Johannes Leonis filius! Иоанн сын Льва! (лат.) Посылаю Вам, как обещал, 2 экз. "Медведя": один для Смоленска, другой отдайте, кому знаете.
Thank you for your letter. If a muddle arises, if Abarinova and Savina give way to each other and thereby run my "Bear" aground, then so be it. If it goes on – good; if it doesn’t – no matter. There’s no need to rush.
Спасибо за письмо. Если произойдет смущение, если Абаринова и Савина уступят друг другу и, таким образом, посадят моего "Медведя" на мель, то пусть так и будет. Пойдет – хорошо, не пойдет – не нужно. Торопиться не следует.
Solovtsov will be at my place either today or tomorrow after dinner, and we’ll have a thorough talk about the sparrow. In his director’s mousetrap there’s such a crush and such heat that there’s no possibility of talking seriously.
Сейчас или завтра после обеда у меня будет Соловцов, и мы обстоятельно поговорим о воробье. В его режиссерской мышеловке такая толкотня и жара, что нет возможности говорить серьезно.
Why do you tease me with Potemkin? In my own Potemkin-ness I see nothing so far except labor, weariness, and lack of money, plus boredom of the most enormous dimensions. I’m ashamed of my "Bears," ashamed of the prize too; I don’t love the theater, I’m used to literature and to my family, I see no interesting people, the weather is vile... What’s there to envy in that, and do I really look like Potemkin?
Зачем Вы дразните меня Потемкиным? В своем потемкинстве я пока не вижу ничего, кроме труда, утомленья и безденежья да скуки громаднейших размеров. За своих "Медведей" мне стыдно, за премию – тоже стыдно, театра я не люблю, к литературе и к семье привык, интересных людей не вижу, погода отвратительная... Что ж тут завидного, и похож ли я на Потемкина?
Your handwriting is getting better; only don’t correct what you’ve written, and don’t underline words.
Почерк Ваш становится лучше, только не исправляйте написанного и не подчеркивайте слов.
I’m glad you’re writing a tale, and I salute "Cordelia" in advance. We have 700 playwrights, and a hundred times fewer fiction writers. Write plays – the salvation of the theater lies in literary people – but don’t abandon fiction. If you abandon it, I won’t want to know you.
Я радуюсь, что Вы пишете повесть, и заранее приветствую "Корделию". Драматургов 700 у нас, а беллетристов в сто раз меньше. Пишите пьесы – спасение театра в литературных людях,– но не бросайте беллетристики. Если бросите, то я знать Вас не хочу.
Remember that you’ll have to spend the summer in the bosom of nature.
Помните, что лето должны Вы будете провести на лоне природы.
All my people, together with Coquelin the Younger, send you their regards.
Все мои купно с Кокленом-младшим шлют Вам привет.
Your Antoine.
Ваш Antoine.
Ah, how I wish your wife would beat you!
Ах, как бы я желал, чтобы Ваша жена Вас била!

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