Letter · 1889

To M. V. Kiseleva, 17 February 1889. Moscow.

М. В. КИСЕЛЕВОЙ, 17 февраля 1889 г. Москва.

Headnote

1 Written from Moscow on 17 February 1889 to Maria Vladimirovna Kiseleva, the Babkino estate-owner, writer, and family friend to whom Chekhov addressed a long, affectionate series of letters throughout the 1880s (see, among many others, letters 353, 392, 407, 484, 485, 3-508, 3-516, and 3-548). The occasion is domestic complaint dressed as comedy: Chekhov is stuck in Moscow, unable to get away to Babkino, because the journal "Severny Vestnik" is sending him the proofs of his play "Ivanov" in dribs and drabs through Butter Week (Maslenitsa) instead of all at once, with the March issue’s press deadline looming. He reports having fired off an angry letter to the editors, to no practical relief, and laments that the whole winter’s demands of "the dearest little plays" have kept him from a single visit to the Kiselevs’ estate.

2 He turns briefly to mock-scolding Kiseleva herself, in his characteristic teasing register as a fellow (if far more reluctant) literary professional: she should not let flattery from a "cross-eyed Voinakhovsky" or praise from "the Oryol cooks" – both otherwise unidentified in this letter – tempt her toward literature, since a writer’s life is one of constant deadlines, missed meals, and empty pockets. He then reports, with evident satisfaction and a touch of self-mockery, that "Ivanov" continues to be a sensation in Petersburg, joking that he and Henryk Siemiradzki’s scandalous painting "Phryne at the Feast of Poseidon" (exhibited in Petersburg that same season) are the two talked-about spectacles of the day – "Semiradsky’s naked Phryne, and I, clothed." Despite the success he professes himself bored and eager to escape to Babkino.

3 The letter closes with a cascade of affectionate greetings to the Babkino household in Chekhov’s habitual bantering nickname register: the "blini-eating Squire" (Alexei Sergeyevich Kiselev, Kiseleva’s husband, per the established rendering in letters 377, 442, 3-508, and 3-516), "the fair Vasilisa" (the Kiselevs’ daughter, per), "the most amiable Kotofei Kotofeich" (an affectionate mock-formal nickname – "Kotofei" evokes the Russian word for "tomcat" and the folktale figure Kotofei Ivanovich, so this is almost certainly a Babkino cat or kitten addressed with comic ceremony, though it is not otherwise established in this corpus), and Elizaveta Alexandrovna (a recurring Babkino household member in the Kiseleva correspondence, e.g. letters 3-516 and 3-548). He then adds a last comic aside to "Tyshechka" (a recurring nickname in this circle, previously appearing, always "in her little cap" or "without her little cap," in letters 306, 243, and 751) and an otherwise unattested "Arishechka," joking that he will henceforth avoid the Voskresensk road to Babkino in favor of a route through Dukhonino, to spare himself the risk of being shot by an "ell-long revolver" – apparently a joking reference to some local hazard or rumor on the Voskresensk road, not otherwise explained in this letter.

17 February 1889. Moscow.
17 февраля 1889 г. Москва.
17 Feb.
17 февр.
I am wicked as an adder that an unclean spirit has trodden on the tail of. I have no right to stir from the spot. The dear ladies of the "Severny Vestnik," instead of sending me the proofs of "Ivanov" last Sunday, are sending them to me piecemeal through the whole of Butter Week. Since the March number must go to press no later than the 20th of February, they "implore me not to hold up the proofs." I sent a scolding letter, but that has made things no easier for me. And so all winter long, thanks to the dearest little plays, I have not once managed to get to Babkino. My humble thanks.
Я зол, как аспид, которому наступил на хвост нечистый дух. Я не имею права двинуться с места. Милые дамы "Северного вестника", вместо того чтоб прислать мне корректуру "Иванова" в прошлое воскресенье, высылают мне ее по кусочку в продолжение всей масленой недели. Так как мартовская книжка должна печататься не позже 20-го февр, то меня "умоляют не задерживать корректуру". Послал ругательное письмо, но от этого мне не легче. И так во всю зиму благодаря милейшим пьесам я ни разу не побывал в Бабкине. Покорно благодарю.
Best of children’s writers! Do not be carried away by the flattery of cross-eyed Voinakhovsky and the praises of the Oryol cooks – give up literature! To be a literary man means to know no peace, to eat no blini, forever to wait for one’s fee and never to have a kopeck in one’s pocket. Truly a thorny path!
Лучшая детская писательница! Не увлекайтесь лестью косого Войнаховского и похвалами орловских поваров, бросьте литературу! Быть литератором – значит не знать покоя, не есть блинов, вечно ждать гонорара и никогда не иметь гроша в кармане. Воистину тернистый путь!
My "Ivanov" continues to enjoy a colossal, phenomenal success. In Petersburg there are now two heroes of the day: Semiradsky’s naked Phryne, and I, clothed. Both of us are making a stir. But with all that, how bored I am, and with what pleasure I would fly off to dear Babkino!
Мой "Иванов" продолжает иметь колоссальный, феноменальный успех. В Питере теперь два героя дня: нагая Фрина Семирадского и одетый я. Оба шумим. Но при всем том как мне скучно и с каким удовольствием я полетел бы в милое Бабкино!
To the blini-eating Squire, to the fair Vasilisa, and to the most amiable Kotofei Kotofeich, my humblest bow and a wish for an excellent appetite.
Блиноеду-барину, прекрасной Василисе и любезнейшему Котафею Котафеичу мой нижайший поклон и пожелание отличного аппетита.
To Elizaveta Alexandrovna, if she has not yet forgotten me, a bow as well.
Елизавете Александровне, если она еще не забыла обо мне, тоже поклон.
Be well, merry, and rich.
Будьте здоровы, веселы и богаты.
Tell Tyshechka in her little cap, and with Arishechka, that from now on I shall always travel to Babkino not by way of Voskresensk, but by way of Dukhonino. I have no wish to expose my life to danger. Perishing under the shot of an ell-long revolver is not altogether pleasant, especially in the flower of one’s years.
Скажите Тышечке в шапочке и с аришечкой, что в Бабкино я теперь буду ездить всегда не через Воскресенск, а через Духонино. Не желаю подвергать свою жизнь опасности. Погибать под выстрелом аршинного револьвера – не совсем приятно, особливо во цвете лет.
Devotedly yours,
Ваш душевно

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