Letter · 1889

To N. N. Obolonsky, 23 April 1889. Moscow.

H. H. ОБОЛОНСКОМУ, 23 апреля 1889 г. Москва.

Headnote

1 Written from Moscow on 23 April 1889 (a Sunday) to Dr. Nikolai Nikolayevich Obolonsky, the Moscow physician already established elsewhere in this corpus as part of Chekhov’s circle of medical colleagues and friends. It follows the double-dateline pattern seen elsewhere in this stretch of the corpus (1-2: the formal "23 April 1889. Moscow." and the informal "23 April, Sunday.").

2 Chekhov opens in a mock-formal, joking register ("Sire!"), telling Obolonsky – currently in Petersburg – that by his return he and "the relics of Lina Salomonskaya" will be sitting on the porch listening to nightingales and frogs, and promising to keep him posted on "the artist’s" health by bulletin (3). He then jokes about which honor his family should bestow on Obolonsky for treating "our Minister of the Arts" – wishing he had the power to award the White Eagle, and settling for the more modest, invented "Stanislav" (4). He excuses the letter’s flat tone with a splitting headache, then narrates, in one long unbroken run-on sentence, a dissolute all-night wander through Moscow after a late committee meeting: a walk with Vl. Alexandrov talking plays and distilleries, watching the dawn, a stop in a disreputable tavern to watch billiards, then "disreputable places" where he talked with a math student and some musicians, home, vodka, a bite to eat, bed at 6 a.m., and a rude awakening (5). He closes with a blessing and thanks, notes he has learned from the newspapers that "Tolstoy" is ill and now understands why Obolonsky is in Petersburg (6), passes on regards from his brother Nikolai and his sister Maria (7), signs off (8), and adds a joking postscript granting Obolonsky permission to publish the letter in fifty years’ time in "Russkaya Starina" for a fee of 500 roubles (9).

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.

23 April 1889. Moscow.
23 апреля 1889 г. Москва.
23 April, Sunday.
23 апр., воскресенье.
Sire! By the time you get back from Petersburg, the relics of Lina Salomonskaya and I will already be sitting on the porch listening to the nightingales and frogs sing. You may envy us. I shall keep you posted on the artist’s health by bulletin.
Sire! Когда Вы вернетесь из Петрограда, я и мощи Лины Саломонской будем уже сидеть на крылечке и слушать, как кричат соловьи и лягушки. Можете нам позавидовать. О здоровье художника буду сообщать Вам бюллетенями.
My prosperous family is now scheming what sort of Stanislav to decorate you with for treating our Minister of the Arts. If it were up to me, I’d pin the White Eagle on you; I am very, very much obliged to you; but since it isn’t up to me, I won’t pin on any White Eagle, and will only ask and entreat you – do not refuse my family the pleasure of presenting you with a Stanislav, should they manage to scheme one up.
Мое благополучное семейство измышляет теперь, каким бы Станиславом наградить Вас за лечение нашего министра художеств. Если бы моя власть, то я нацепил бы на Вас Белого Орла; я Вам очень, очень обязан; но так как власти у меня нет, то Белого Орла я не нацеплю, а буду только просить Вас и умолять – не отказать моей семье в удовольствии поднести Вам Станислава, буде она его измыслит.
I would write you something sweeter and more affectionate, but my head is splitting like a son of a bitch’s. I can’t write. Yesterday there was a committee meeting till one in the morning. After the committee I walked on foot from Sukharev to Kudrino with Vl. Alexandrov and talked with him about plays and distilleries. Then, having said goodbye to him, I stood a long while at the gate watching the dawn, then went for a walk, then was in a foul tavern, where I watched two sharpers playing billiards beautifully in a billiard room packed to the rafters, then I went off to disreputable places, where I chatted with a mathematics student and some musicians, then came home, drank some vodka, had a bite, then (at 6 in the morning) lay down, was woken early, and am now suffering, for I feel a great weariness through my whole body and no wish at all to pack.
Написал бы Вам послаже и поласковей, да голова трещит, как у сукиного сына. Не пишется. Вчера до часа ночи был комитет. После комитета я прошелся пешком от Сухаревой до Кудрина с Вл. Александровым и говорил с ним о пьесах и винокуренных заводах. Потом, простившись с ним, долго стоял у ворот и смотрел на рассвет, потом пошел гулять, потом был в поганом трактире, где видел, как в битком набитой бильярдной два жулика отлично играли в бильярд, потом пошел я в пакостные места, где беседовал со студентом-математиком и с музыкантами, потом вернулся домой, выпил водки, закусил, потом (в 6 часов утра) лег, был рано разбужен и теперь страдаю, ибо чувствую во всем теле сильное утомление и нежелание укладываться.
God keep you. I shake your hand in friendship and thank you a thousand times. Today I learned from the papers that Tolstoy is ill – now I understand why you’re in Peter.
Да хранит Вас бог. Дружески жму Вам руку и благодарю 1000 раз. Сегодня из газет узнал, что Толстой болен – теперь понимаю, зачем Вы в Питере.
Nikolai and my sister send their regards.
Николай и сестра кланяются.
I give you permission to print this letter in fifty years’ time in the "Russkaya Starina" and to collect five hundred roubles for it.
Это письмо разрешаю Вам напечатать через 50 лет в "Русской старине" и получить за него 500 рублей.

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