Letter · 1889

To I. L. Leontyev, 12 April 1889. Moscow.

И. Л. ЛЕОНТЬЕВУ (ЩЕГЛОВУ), 12 апреля 1889 г. Москва.

Headnote

1 Written from Moscow on 12 April 1889 to the writer Ivan Leontyevich Leontyev, who published under the pen name Shcheglov and whom Chekhov addresses here, as elsewhere, by the joking nickname "captain" (a nod to Shcheglov’s earlier career as a professional army officer). The letter is a short, bantering roundup of theater business, literary gossip, and family news rather than a sustained topic.

2 It opens teasing Shcheglov about a superstition of Chekhov’s mother – that his productions of Chekhov’s one-act comedies "The Summer Husband" ("Дачный муж") and "The Proposal" ("Предложение") are doomed because he is staging them on the 13th – and needles him, more seriously, for having over-publicized "The Proposal" in the press since the previous October; Chekhov’s view, restated elsewhere in his letters, is that a minor work should not be trumpeted. He reports that "The Proposal" will after all not go on at the Imperial ("Crown") theaters, tells Shcheglov to stage it as often as he likes, and promises to dedicate a new vaudeville, if it succeeds, to him.

3 The middle of the letter turns to Viktor Bilibin, an editor at the humor weekly Oskolki ("Fragments") and a mutual friend, whom Shcheglov had apparently been encouraging toward vaudeville-writing. Chekhov gives an extended, affectionately backhanded character sketch – decent, talented, but lacking real knowledge of life and therefore daring – and asks Shcheglov not to flatter Bilibin’s vaudeville ambitions, urging a "strict style and elevated feelings" instead.

4 He then reports, in two terse sentences, that his brother "the painter" – Nikolai Chekhov, a professional artist and Chekhov’s elder brother – is seriously ill, and that his own outlook is darkened by it; Nikolai would in fact die of tuberculosis the following June 1889. The letter passes at once from this to a report that Suvorin had told him of Shcheglov’s visit and a conversation about the theater and about a Petersburg police crackdown ("roundup") on homosexuality ("педерастия"), which Chekhov comments on with a sardonic, moralizing aphorism about purity of soul versus purity of body – period phrasing preserved without softening.

5 The letter closes with brief, conventional exchanges (thanks for a congratulatory message, a signature, regards to Shcheglov’s wife) and one substantive aside, appended almost as an afterthought after the signature: Chekhov urges Shcheglov to write a full drama rather than several short comedies, on both artistic and practical (more "profitable") grounds.

7 Corrupted/uncertain text note: in section 6, the phrase "иногда даже б тон" ("at times even a b tone") is anomalous in the source – "б" appears to be a truncated or corrupted word (possibly the start of an adjective modifying "тон," such as a term for a coarse/tabloid register) rather than a complete word in its own right. Rendered literally as "a b tone" rather than reconstructed, per instruction not to invent a bridge over corrupted source text; flagged here for editorial/apparatus attention. The same passage’s "цитварных ребят" ("wormseed children") is a genuine, deliberate Chekhov coinage (from "цитварное семя," wormseed/santonica, a folk vermifuge), not corruption – rendered literally as it plays on breeding sickly, formulaic vaudeville "offspring."

12 April 1889. Moscow.
12 апреля 1889 г. Москва.
12 April.
12 апрель.
Good day, captain! My mother tells me that both "The Summer Husband" and "The Proposal" are bound to flop, since you’re putting them on under the 13th. But I’m convinced your director’s genius has beaten the omen and that you came out the victor. Only, my dear soul, what a woodpecker you are! You’ve been hammering away in every newspaper practically since October about my "Proposal"! What’s that for? About a small thing one mustn’t write much; one should be modest and not let one’s name flash about like a bubble in a puddle.
Здравствуйте, капитан! Моя мать сказала, что и "Дачный муж" и "Предложение" провалятся непременно, так как Вы ставите их под 13 число. Но я убежден, что Ваш режиссерский гений победил примету и что Вы вышли победителем. Только, душа моя, какой Вы дятел! Вы чуть ли не с самого октября долбите во всех газетах ежедневно про мое "Предложение"! Зачем это? Про маленькое нельзя писать много, надо быть скромным и не давать своему имени мелькать, как пузырив луже.
So my "Proposal" won’t be going on at the Imperial theater after all. Do with it as you like. The oftener you stage it, the better, of course, since the more profit in it. For the Crown I’ll have to write something else. If the new vaudeville (for the Crown) comes off, I’ll dedicate it to you.
Значит, мое "Предложение" на казенной сцене уж не пойдет. Делайте с ним, что хотите. Чем чаще будете ставить, тем, конечно, лучше, ибо прибыльнее. Для казны придется написать что-нибудь другое. Если новый водевиль (для казны) удастся, то посвящу его Вам.
What are you writing now? Write, my dear fellow, don’t be lazy and don’t lose heart.
Что Вы теперь пишете? Пишите, голубчик, не ленитесь и не унывайте.
Bilibin wrote me that you see a good deal of him. He’s a dear fellow, but a bit of a dry stick and a bit of a bureaucrat. He’s very decent and, as I’ve been convinced for a long while now, talented. He has great talent, but not a farthing’s worth of knowledge of life, and where there’s no knowledge, there’s no daring either. I’ll wager a bottle of champagne that you’ve already been prophesying to him that he’ll turn into the foremost Russian vaudevillist. You’re a very kind and generous man, but don’t wish that on him, and don’t use your theatrical-literary authority to fortify his vaudeville hopes in him. He’s a good feuilletonist; his weakness is a French-vaudevillish, at times even a b tone. If he takes to breeding wormseed children, he’ll never in all eternity shake off that tone, and the feuilletonist will have to sing the eternal memory for himself. Instill in him a strict style and elevated feelings, and the vaudeville won’t run away.
Билибин писал мне, что Вы часто видаетесь с ним. Он милый человек, но немножко сухарь и немножко чиновник. Он очень порядочен и, в чем я убежден уже давно, талантлив. Талант у него большой, но знания жизни ни на грош, а где нет знания, там нет и смелости. Держу пари на бутылку шампанского, что Вы уже пророчили ему, что из него выйдет первый русский водевилист. Вы очень добрый и щедрый человек, но не желайте ему этого и своим театрально-писательским авторитетом не укрепляйте в нем его водевильных надежд. Он хороший фельетонист; его слабость – французисто-водевильный, иногда даже б тон. Если же он примется родить цитварных ребят, то уж ему во веки веков не отделаться от этого тона, и фельетонисту придется петь вечную память. Внушайте ему стиль строгий и чувства возвышенные, а водевиль не уйдет.
My brother the painter is seriously ill. My horizon is overcast with very bad clouds.
Мой брат-художник болен серьёзно. Мой горизонт заволочен очень нехорошими тучами.
Suvorin wrote me that you’d been to see him and had a talk about the theater and about the roundup on pederasty. Well done, Petersburg, they’re trying hard! Where there’s no purity of souls, don’t go looking for it in bodies.
Суворин писал мне, что Вы были у него и вели речь о театре и об облаве на педерастию. Молодец Питер, старается! Где нет чистоты душ, там не ищите ее у тел.
Write to me. Keep well and cheerful. For your congratulations my family thanks you and returns the same.
Напишите мне. Будьте здоровы и веселы. За поздравление семья благодарит Вас и платит тем же.
Why shouldn’t you write a drama? A tale is better than a drama, but once the theatrical itch is in your hands, it’s better to write one drama than three three-act little comedies. The work is merrier and more profitable.
Отчего бы Вам не написать драму? Повесть лучше драмы, но уж коли театральный зуд в руках, то лучше написать одну драму, чем три трехактные комедийки. Работа веселей и выгоднее.
Don’t forget to give my regards to your wife.
Не забывайте передавать Вашей жене от меня поклоны.

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