Letter · 1889

To A. S. Suvorin, 11 April 1889. Moscow.

A. С. СУВОРИНУ, 11 апреля 1889 г. Москва.

Headnote

1 Written from Moscow on 11 April 1889 to Alexei Sergeyevich Suvorin, the publisher of "Novoye Vremya" and Chekhov’s closest literary correspondent and patron in this period. The letter opens in the "Prince Potemkin" persona – a running private joke between the two men in which Chekhov addresses Suvorin as a grandee ("Your Excellency") and signs himself "Potemkin," playing on Suvorin’s teasing that Chekhov’s growing literary success has made him grand and unreachable (1-3). The joke frames real news: a painter Chekhov has taken into his own house has been diagnosed, after a consultation with two colleagues, with typhoid complicated by a pulmonary process – that is, consumption – and Chekhov, weighing whether to take the man south for his health, invokes Marcus Aurelius and Epictetus on bearing misfortune with stoic resolve while admitting he does not feel equal to it (3-4). The unnamed painter is understood elsewhere in the corpus to be Nikolai Chekhov, Anton’s own brother, whose declining health from tuberculosis was a running anxiety in this period; the letter does not name him, maintaining the theatrical distance of the Potemkin conceit even while describing a family crisis.

2 The letter then moves through a run of shorter items in Chekhov’s characteristic digressive letter-writing mode: an acid account of a society meeting the previous day at which the elderly, decorated Maikov was jeered by the room yet clung, mortifyingly, to the chairmanship he had just theatrically declined (5), a wry reflection on the pettiness of wanting to preside and score points off one’s neighbors, set against a dream of escaping to the open steppe (6), a request that Suvorin’s son find a railway-line opening for an able and trustworthy woman of Chekhov’s acquaintance, to whom he says he owes a debt that is pointedly not one of fond memories (7), a request that Suvorin go gently with Chekhov’s brother Alexander over Alexander’s own new play, given Alexander’s fragile nerves and history of hallucinations (8), a note that Nemirovich-Danchenko will send Suvorin a report of the meeting (9), mentions of press notices for Shcheglov’s new play and for Chekhov’s own "The Proposal" (10), a burst of antiquarian publishing suggestions for Suvorin’s "Cheap Library" series – Vladimir Monomakh’s "Testament,The Tale of Igor’s Campaign," and the "Domostroi" (11), closing greetings to Suvorin’s household and circle, delivered in the same mock-grandiose register as the opening (12-13), and two closing postscript-like remarks: a query about a vellum-paper edition of his stories and a request for copies of "Twilight" and "Medea" (14), and a closing aside about a young patient, Verochka Mamysheva, whose treatment he says he will collect payment for from a third party years hence (15).

4 No corruption or editorial gap markers appear in the source. One likely transcription artifact:’s "венелевые" ("venelevye") almost certainly represents "веленевые" ("velenevye," i.e. vellum-paper, a fine-paper printing stock), with the "л" apparently dropped in the source transcription; translated here according to the evident intended sense ("vellum-paper ’Stories’") rather than literally reproducing the garbled form, since the referent (a special paper-stock printing of a Chekhov story collection) is unambiguous. The letter is otherwise complete and internally coherent as a single document, with no sign of archival concatenation with unrelated back-matter.

11 April 1889. Moscow.
11 апреля 1889 г. Москва.
11 April.
11 апреля.
Your Excellency! Prince Potemkin’s life is not so merry as it seems to Shcheglov, to you, and to his other envious well-wishers. Judge for yourself. I have moved the painter to my own quarters. Today I called in two experienced and knowledgeable colleagues to assist me, and held a consultation with them, which arrived at the final conclusion that the painter has typhoid fever, complicated by a pulmonary process – that is to say, consumption – with which you may congratulate me.
Ваше Превосходительство! Князю Потемкину живется не так весело, как кажется это Щеглову, Вам и прочим его завистникам. Судите сами. Художника я перевез к себе. Сегодня позвал к себе на подмогу двух опытных и понимающих коллег и составил с ними консилиум, который остановился на конечном заключении, что у художника брюшной тиф, осложнившийся легочным процессом, сиречь чахоткою, с чем и поздравьте меня.
What is to be done? Go with the sick man to warmer climes? Very well, I shall go. But where are those warmer climes where they do not ask for one’s passport and where one can live with a sick man without risking sinking into inextricable debt? O Marcus Aurelius Antoninus! O Epictetus! I know that this is not a misfortune but only my opinion; I know that to lose a painter means to get a painter back, but I am more of a Potemkin than a philosopher, and am utterly incapable of looking boldly into the eyes of fate when there is no such boldness in my soul.
Что делать? Ехать с больным в теплые края? Хорошо, поеду. Но где те теплые края, где не спрашивают паспорта и где можно прожить с больным без риска залезть в невылазные долги? О Марк Аврелий Антонин! О Епиктет! Я знаю, что это не несчастье, а только мое мнение; я знаю, что потерять художника значит возвратить художника, но ведь я больше Потемкин, чем философ, и решительно неспособен дерзко глядеть в глаза рока, когда в душе нет этой самой дерзости.
Yesterday there was a meeting. They were electing Boborykin, but thanks to thirty-six Petersburg votes Maikov carried the day. The meeting cannot be described – it can only be acted out on a stage. Maikov is a great ass, one who has been beaten and has not grown any the wiser for it. There was something strange, absurd, and utterly unEuropean in the sight of Maikov – gentleman of the chamber, privy councillor, and old man – blinking his little eyes humbly in answer to the shouts of "Down with him! We don’t want him! Shh! Pshh! We don’t wish it!" and, instead of spitting and going home to sleep, saying: "I declined the chairmanship, but I, gentlemen, take my words back... I wish to be chairman"... The matter was that, when he was elected, he suddenly declared that he did not wish to be chairman; when everyone rejoiced, he, seeing that no one was asking him to take his refusal back, himself took back his own words... Such nonsense! A million barbed words were spoken.
Вчера было заседание. Выбирали Боборыкина, но благодаря петербургским 36 голосам пересилил Майков. Описать заседание нельзя, можно его только сыграть не сцене. Майков большой осел, которого били и который не стал от этого умнее. Было что-то странное, несуразное и донельзя не европейское, когда Майков, гофмейстер, тайный советник и старик, в ответ на крики: "Долой! Не нужно! Тшш! Пшш! Не желаем!", вместо того чтоб плюнуть и уйти домой спать, униженно моргал глазками и говорил: "Я отказался от председательства, но я, господа, беру свои слова назад... я хочу быть председателем"... Дело в том, что, когда его выбрали, он вдруг заявил, что не желает быть председателем; когда все обрадовались, он, видя, что его не просят взять свой отказ назад, сам отказался от своих слов... Такая чепуха! Язвительных слов был сказан миллион.
Why is it pleasant to be chairman? Why is it pleasant to wound one’s neighbor? Why is it so interesting to catch another out in his mistakes? All these sweets I would gladly exchange for the chance to go off into the steppe, which I dreamed of last night.
Почему приятно быть председателем? Почему приятно уязвить своего соседа? Почему так интересно уличать другого в ошибках? Все эти сладости я охотно бы променял на возможность уехать в степь, которая мне вчера снилась.
You have a son, Mikhail Alekseyevich. Give him my regards and tell him that I have an acquaintance, a lady, clever, very well educated, brisk, businesslike, fit to be either a legal counsel or a stock exchange broker, one who has been through fire, water, and brass trumpets. If Mikhail Alekseyevich should have a vacancy on one of the southern railway lines, would he not let me know? I am obliged to this lady for a good many things (not memories, and not sweet moments), and I should like to find her the position she asked about. For her capability I can vouch, and for her honesty in money matters as well. I have the lady’s address.
У Вас есть сын Михаил Алексеевич. Поклонитесь ему и скажите, что у меня есть одна знакомая барыня, умная, очень грамотная, бойкая, деловая, годная и в юрисконсульты, и в гофмаклеры, прошедшая огонь, воду и медные трубы. Если у Михаила Алексеевича будет вакансия на одной из южных дорог, то не даст ли он мне знать? Этой барыне я кое-чем обязан (не воспоминаниями и не сладкими минутами), и хотелось бы мне найти ей место, о котором она просила. За деловитость я ручаюсь, за денежную порядочность тоже. Адрес барыни у меня.
I have a brother, Alexander. This person confessed to me the other day in a letter that your laurels and mine give him no rest. He has written a play. If you should have occasion to talk with him about this play, then, should it fail to please you, do not disillusion him all at once, but gradually. He will lose heart, and, God forbid, start hallucinating again. Writing plays does him no harm.
У меня есть брат Александр. Сей человек на днях признался мне в письме, что Ваши и мои лавры не дают ему спать. Он написал пьесу. Если у Вас с ним будет разговор насчет этой пьесы, то, в случае, если она Вам не понравится, не разочаровывайте сразу, а постепенно. Упадет духом и, чего доброго, опять начнет галлюцинировать. Писать пьесы для него не вредно.
Nemirovich-Danchenko said he would send you a report of the meeting.
Немирович-Данченко говорил, что пошлет Вам отчет о заседании.
In "Novosti Dnya" there was a piece about "A Crane in the Sky," Shcheglov’s new play. The day before yesterday I again read in "Novoye Vremya" about my own "The Proposal."
В "Новостях дня" о "Журавле в небе", новой пьесе Щеглова, было напечатано. Третьего дня я опять читал в "Новом времени" о своем "Предложении".
Publish "The Teaching of Vladimir Monomakh." A little volume in the "Cheap Library," with two texts – the Slavonic and the Russian – and notes at the end. Publish also "The Tale of Igor’s Campaign" – as a textbook aid. Publish "The Domostroi."
Издайте "Поучение Владимира Мономаха". Томик "Дешевой библиотеки" с двумя текстами – славянским и русским, а в конце примечания. Издайте и "Слово о полку Игореве" – это как учебное пособие. Издайте "Домострой".
To Anna Ivanovna, Nastyusha, and Borya, and likewise to the friend of Ashinov and of Father Paisy, A. A. Suvorin, my heartfelt greetings and every good wish. I have the honor to remain in all my radiance
Анне Ивановне, Настюше и Боре, а также другу Ашинова и о. Паисия А. А. Суворину мой сердечный привет и пожелание всего хорошего. Имею честь пребыть во всей своей светлости
Potemkin.
Потемкин.
And what of the vellum-paper "Stories"? Be so good as to have them send me, while they are at it, some ten copies of "Twilight," together with "Medea."
А венелевые "Рассказы"? Велите мне кстати прислать и штук десять "Сумерек", купно с "Медеей".
The other day I treated Verochka Mamysheva. For the treatment I shall collect from Wulf, in two or three years’ time.
На днях я лечил Верочку Мамышеву. За лечение возьму у Вульфа, года через 2–3.

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