Letter · 1889

To A. N. Pleshcheyev, 15 January 1889. Moscow.

A. H. ПЛЕЩЕЕВУ, 15 января 1889 г. Москва.

Headnote

Chekhov writes this letter still catching his breath from a week of emergency surgery on "Ivanov." The play had already had its rocky Moscow premiere in 1887; now, with Alexei Suvorin’s backing and Pleshcheyev’s own approval in the theatrical-literary committee, the actor-manager Fyodorov had scheduled it for his benefit night in Petersburg, forcing Chekhov to rebuild the text under deadline – a new Sasha for Marya Savina, a nearly unrecognizable Act IV, a "polished" Ivanov. The strain shows in the letter’s violence toward his own work: the "hard labor," the wish to finish the play off with the line from Alexandre Dumas’s "Kean, or Disorder and Genius" – "Beat Ivanov, beat him with sticks!" – echoing the stage-Kean’s own cry against a hack actor. The mock-derisive nickname for the play in Section 6, "Bolvanov" (from *bolvan*, "blockhead" or "dummy"), is Chekhov’s own coinage, formed by grafting the insult onto "Ivanov"; it is preserved here as a nonce compound rather than resolved into plain English, since the joke depends on hearing "Ivanov" inside it.

Jean Shcheglov (the pen name of Ivan Leontyev) was a fellow playwright and one of Chekhov’s closest theatrical confidants, notorious among their circle for his mix of ambition and comic self-torment over the stage; Chekhov’s riff on him here – that salvaging a bad play takes more genius than writing a good one from scratch – is characteristic shop talk between two men who have both just been humiliated by the boards. The Severny Vestnik ("Northern Herald") is Pleshcheyev’s own journal, where Chekhov pointedly declines to place "Ivanov," reserving it instead for magazine publication he does not name here; "Medved" ("The Bear") is the one-act farce that, along with Suvorin’s purchase of stories for his "Cheap Library" series, is currently the only thing keeping Chekhov solvent.

The theater gossip in Sections 9-10 is Moscow, not Petersburg: Suvorin’s own play "Tanya" was running at the Maly, with Alexander Lensky as the journalist Adashev and Maria Ermolova in the title role – Chekhov’s crack about Moscow ladies taking up with journalists after seeing Lensky is aimed partly at "Davydov," a rival actor (probably Vladimir Davydov) whose more staid version of the journalist type he is needling by comparison. The "novel" in Section 10 is the long prose work Chekhov periodically announced and never finished in this form; the image of writing it as lying in new- mown hay after a good dinner is one of his most quoted accounts of what fiction, as opposed to drama, felt like to write.

"Zhorzhinka" ("little Zhorzhik") is a diminutive of Georgy/Zhorzh, almost certainly Pleshcheyev’s son; the invitation to watch "how a play ought not to be written" is Chekhov’s self-mockery continuing to the end of the letter. Rassokhin and the Garshin collection concern a small, unglossed debt – three rubles advanced against a memorial volume for Vsevolod Garshin, the writer who had died by suicide the previous year – and "Nikolai Alexeevich,sitting in his dungeon," is addressed only as a family in-joke; nothing in the letter itself identifies him further, and the reference should be treated as an open question for the apparatus rather than resolved by guesswork.

15 January 1889. Moscow.
15 января 1889 г. Москва.
15 Jan.
15 янв.
Good day to you, dear Alexei Nikolaevich! I write to you having served out my hard labor. Ah, why did you approve my "Ivanov" in the Committee? What witless demons put it into Fyodorov’s head to put on my play for his benefit performance? I am worn to death, and no fee can redeem the convict-labor strain I have felt this past week. Before, I attached no importance whatever to my play and treated it with condescending irony: written, so be it, and the devil take it. But now, when it has suddenly and unexpectedly gone into production, I have understood just how badly it is made. The last act is astonishingly poor. All week I have been fussing over the play, scribbling variants, corrections, insertions, made a new Sasha (for Savina), altered Act IV past recognition, polished up Ivanov himself, and grew so worn out, came to hate my own play to such a degree, that I am ready to finish it off with Kean’s words: "Beat Ivanov, beat him with sticks!"
Здравствуйте, милый Алексей Николаевич! Пишу Вам, отбыв каторжную работу. Ах, зачем Вы одобрили в Комитете моего "Иванова"? Какие неостроумные демоны внушили Федорову ставить в свой бенефис мою пьесу? Я замучился, и никакой гонорар не может искупить того каторжного напряжения, какое чувствовал я в последнюю неделю. Раньше своей пьесе я не придавал никакого значения и относился к ней с снисходительной иронией: написана, мол, и чёрт с ней. Теперь же, когда она вдруг неожиданно пошла в дело, я понял, до чего плохо она сработана. Последний акт поразительно плох. Всю неделю я возился над пьесой, строчил варианты, поправки, вставки, сделал новую Сашу (для Савиной), изменил IV акт до неузнаваемого, отшлифовал самого Иванова и так замучился, до такой степени возненавидел свою пьесу, что готов кончить ее словами Кина: "Палками Иванова, палками!"
No, I do not envy Jean Shcheglov. I understand now why he laughs so tragically. To write a good play for the theater one must have a particular talent (one can be an excellent writer of fiction and at the same time write cobbler’s plays); but to write a bad play and then try to make a good one out of it, to resort to every sort of trick, striking out, adding in, inserting monologues, raising the dead, burying the living – for that one needs a talent far greater. It is as hard as buying an old pair of soldier’s trousers and trying, come what may, to make a dress coat out of them. Here you will not merely laugh tragically, you will neigh like a horse.
Нет, не завидую я Жану Щеглову. Я понимаю теперь, почему он так трагически хохочет. Чтобы написать для театра хорошую пьесу, нужно иметь особый талант (можно быть прекрасным беллетристом и в то же время писать сапожницкие пьесы); написать же плохую пьесу и потом стараться сделать из нее хорошую, пускаться на всякие фокусы, зачеркивать, приписывать, вставлять монологи, воскрешать умерших, зарывать в могилу живых – для этого нужно иметь талант гораздо больший. Это так же трудно, как купить старые солдатские штаны и стараться во что бы то ни стало сделать из них фрак. Тут не то что захохочешь трагически, но и заржешь лошадью.
I shall arrive in Petersburg on the 21st or 22nd of Jan. First thing, to you. We ought to spend an evening together and drink some claret. I can drink this claret endlessly now. Vodka grows more repugnant to me by the day, I do not drink beer, I do not care for red wine, there remains only champagne, which, until I marry some rich witch, I shall go on substituting with claret or something of the kind.
Я приеду в Питер 21 или 22-го янв. Первым делом к Вам. Надо бы нам вечерок провести и попить кларету. Я теперь могу пить этот кларет бесконечно. Водка мне противеет с каждым днем, пива я не пью, красного вина не люблю, остается одно только шампанское, которое, пока не женюсь на богатой ведьме, буду заменять кларетом или чем-нибудь вроде.
When I am done with my "Blockheadov," I shall sit down to write for the "Northern Herald." Fiction is a peaceful and holy business. The narrative form is a lawful wife, while the dramatic is a showy, noisy, insolent, and wearisome mistress.
Когда покончу со своим "Болвановым", сяду писать для "Сев вестника". Беллетристика – покойное и святое дело. Повествовательная форма – это законная жена, а драматическая – эффектная, шумная, наглая и утомительная любовница.
I shall not have "Ivanov" printed in the "Northern Herald."
"Иванова" печатать в "Сев вестн" не буду.
I have gone entirely penniless. I live on the charity of my "Bear" and of Suvorin, who bought a hundred rubles’ worth of stories from me for the "Cheap Library." May providence preserve them both!
Я совсем обезденежел. Живу благотворительностью своего "Медведя" и Суворина, который купил у меня для "Дешевой библиотеки" рассказов на 100 рублей. Да сохранит их обоих провидение!
Suvorin is now in Moscow. He is staging his "Tanya." Lensky plays Adashev marvelously. I am certain that all the Moscow ladies, having watched Adashev-as-Lensky, will take themselves lovers who are journalists. Lensky is passionate, ardent, striking, and extraordinarily winning. This is a good thing. The public ought to see journalists not as a caricature and not swathed in Davydov’s wearisomely clever guise, but in a rosy light, pleasant to the eye. Ermolova is fine as Tatyana.
Суворин теперь в Москве. Ставит свою "Таню". Ленский играет Адашева изумительно. Я уверен, что все московские барыни, поглядев Адашева-Ленского, заведут себе любовников-журналистов. Ленский страстен, горяч, эффектен и необычайно симпатичен. Это хорошо. Публика должна видеть журналистов не в карикатуре и не в томительно-умной давыдовской оболочке, а в розовом, приятном для глаза свете. Ермолова хороша в Татьяне.
I am writing my novel little by little. Whether anything will come of it I do not know, but when I am writing it, it seems to me that, after a good dinner, I am lying in the garden on hay that has just been mown. A splendid rest. Ah, shoot me if I lose my mind and take up work that is not my own!
Пишу понемножку свой роман. Выйдет ли из него что-нибудь, я не знаю, но, когда я пишу его, мне кажется, что я после хорошего обеда лежу в саду на сене, которое только что скосили. Прекрасный отдых. Ах, застрелите меня, если я сойду с ума и стану заниматься не своим делом!
Where is little Zhorzhik? Tell him I should be glad to see him at the theater on the 26th of Jan. Let him learn how a play ought not to be written. He might usefully lay in material for the summer’s conversations while he is at it. I shall provide him a ticket.
Где Жоржинька? Скажите ему, что я был бы рад увидеть его в театре 26 янв. Пусть поучится, как не следует писать пьесы. Кстати бы запасся он материалом для летних разговоров. Билет я ему предоставлю.
Rassokhin has received the Garshin collection. The three rubles have been received by me. I am an honest man: I shall pay it back. Heartfelt greetings to your whole family. If Nikolai Alexeevich is still sitting in his dungeon, then my greetings to the prisoner! All my people bow to you.
Рассохин получил сборник Гаршина. Три рубля мною получены. Я честный человек: отдам. Душевный привет всей Вашей семье. Если Николай Алексеевич всё еще продолжает сидеть в темнице, то привет мой узнику! Все мои Вам кланяются.
Yours, A. Chekhov.

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