Letter · 1889

To Ye. M. Lintvareva, 17 April 1889. Moscow.

Е. М. ЛИНТВАРЕВОЙ, 17 апреля 1889 г. Москва.

Headnote

1 Written from Moscow on 17 April 1889 to Elena Mikhailovna Lintvaryova, one of the daughters of the widowed Lintvaryova family at whose Sumy estate on the Psel river (with its house called Luka) Chekhov had summered in 1888 and would again in 1889. The letter follows the double dateline pattern seen elsewhere in this stretch of the corpus (1-2, "17 April 1889. Moscow." and the shorthand "17 April"); a separate letter to the publisher Aleksey Suvorin, also dated 17 April 1889, was written the same day.

2 Chekhov opens with bad news (3): his brother, an artist, is seriously ill with the aftermath of typhoid complicated by a chronic lung process, running a persistent fever above 39 degrees Celsius; he plans to bring him south to the Lintvaryovs’ estate at Luka (the Crimea being unaffordable) and proposes arriving the following Sunday by express train, with a telegram code arranged for bad weather. He describes his own mood as foul, given the double burden of having a sick brother and being the doctor at that brother’s side (4). He reports dining in Moscow with the poet Alexei Pleshcheev, regrets that Pleshcheev will not visit Luka that summer, and notes that Professor Manassein has rented a dacha near Luka, prompting wry anticipation of medical consultations with so eminent (and, as the editor of a leading medical journal, intimidating) a colleague (5). He muses that if his brother Nikolai improves, he may spend June or July practicing medicine at Kislovodsk instead of writing (6), sends good wishes to the Lintvaryov family (7), signs off (8-9), and adds a closing postscript-like line noting a recent trip to Kharkov where he saw a certain Timofeyev (10).

4 No corruption or editorial gap markers appear in the source; the letter is complete and internally coherent as a single short document, with no sign of archival concatenation with unrelated back-matter.

17 April 1889. Moscow.
17 апреля 1889 г. Москва.
17 April.
17 апрель.
Dear Elena Mikhailovna, let me begin with the unpleasant news. My artist is ill. He had typhoid, complicated by a chronic process in the lungs. Dullness and rales above the right collarbone and three fingers’ breadth below it. The typhoid itself is over (the spleen is normal), but the temperature never drops all day, even in the morning, below 39. He must be got south as soon as possible. There is no money to go to the Crimea, so it will have to be Luka alone, and living there, until the illness is complicated by an intermittent an interruption (Latin).. I am reckoning on leaving with the artist on the Saturday of Bright Week. What is your weather like now? I am afraid of arriving into rain and cold. If the weather is good, I will come to you on Sunday by the express train; if it is bad with you, then on Friday be so kind as to notify me by telegram: weather bad. And then, of course, I will put off my arrival until such time as another telegram from you informs me of clear days. My address for telegrams is this: "Moscow, Kudrino, to Chekhov."
Уважаемая Елена Михайловна, начну с неприятностей. У меня болен художник. У него был брюшной тиф, осложнившийся хроническим легочным процессом. Притупление и хрипы выше правой ключицы и ниже ее на три пальца. Тиф уже кончился (селезенка нормальна), но температура не бывает во весь день, даже утром, ниже 39. Надо скорее везти его на юг. Ехать в Крым нет денег, стало быть, придется ограничиться одною Лукой и жить в ней, пока в историю болезни не вмешается intermittent перерыв (лат.).. Я рассчитываю выехать с художником в субботу на Фоминой. Какая у Вас теперь погода? Боюсь, как бы не приехать в дождь и холод. Если погода хороша, то я приеду к Вам в воскресенье с курьерским; если она плоха у Вас, то в пятницу будьте добры уведомить меня телеграммой: погода плоха. И тогда, конечно, я отложу свой приезд впредь до тех пор, пока другая Ваша телеграмма не известит меня о ясных днях. Мой адрес для телеграмм такой: "Москва, Кудрино, Чехову".
I am well, but my mood is foul. With it, that is, with such a mood, you are sufficiently acquainted, and so I will not trouble to paint it for you. To have a sick brother is a grief; to be a doctor at a sick brother’s side is two griefs.
Я здоров, но настроение у меня скверное. С ним, т. е. с таким настроением, Вы достаточно знакомы, а потому рисовать его не стану. Иметь больного брата – горе; быть врачом около больного брата – два горя.
A. N. Pleshcheev is visiting Moscow. I have just dined with him at the Ostrovskys’ (the playwright’s brother). A fine old man. It is only a pity that this summer he will not be coming to Luka. By the way, somewhere near Luka Professor Manassein has rented himself a dacha. We shall be inviting him to consultations and feeling embarrassed before the abyss of his learning. Formerly at consultations I was badly embarrassed, but now I carry myself boldly – though Manassein, I expect, will frighten me. He is an editor, after all! It is dreadful even to think of.
В Москве гостит А. Н. Плещеев. Сейчас обедал с ним у Островского (брата драматурга). Хороший старик. Жаль только, что этим летом он не приедет на Луку. Кстати, где-то около Луки проф. Манассеин нанял себе дачу. Будем приглашать его на консилиум и конфузиться перед бездною его премудрости. Прежде на консилиумах я сильно конфузился, но теперь держу себя храбро, но Манассеина, должно быть, испугаюсь. Ведь редактор! Подумать страшно.
If Nikolai grows easier, which is quite possible, then in June or July I shall go to Kislovodsk, where I will open a little shop and treat ladies and young misses. I feel the medical itch. Literature has grown loathsome to me.
Если Николаю станет легче, что очень возможно, то в июне или в июле я поеду в Кисловодск, где открою лавочку и буду лечить дам и девиц. Чувствую медицинский зуд. Опротивела литература.
I hope all your family are well and cheerful. Be so kind as to bow to them and wish them everything good.
Надеюсь, что все Ваши здоровы и веселы. Будьте добры поклониться им и пожелать всего хорошего.
Devotedly yours
Душевно преданный
A. Chekhov.
I was recently in Kharkov and saw Timofeyev.
Недавно я был в Харькове и виделся с Тимофеевым.

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