Letter · 1889

To A. S. Suvorin, 15 October 1889. Moscow.

А. С. СУВОРИНУ, 15 октября 1889 г. Москва.

Headnote

Written from Moscow shortly after Chekhov’s return from a stay abroad and at Suvorin’s estate, this is a brisk letter of business, favors, and gossip to Alexei Sergeyevich Suvorin, the wealthy newspaper publisher (Novoye Vremya) who was by this date Chekhov’s closest correspondent, patron, and sometime publisher of his own imprint. 1889 was a hard year for Chekhov – his brother Nikolai had died that summer – and this letter shows him back at ordinary literary business, moving briskly through several unrelated errands he has been deputized to handle on Suvorin’s behalf.

Content, item by item: (1) the publisher Florenty Pavlenkov wants Chekhov’s corrections to the medical section of an almanac, the "Russian Calendar"; Chekhov – drawing on his own training and practice as a physician – explains that hospital statistics (bed counts, patient fees) cannot be verified in time and the update will have to wait a year; he is gathering data informally by asking doctors. (2) A relayed publishing inquiry: the brother of the recently deceased playwright Alexander Ostrovsky has asked, via Chekhov, whether Suvorin will publish the children’s stories of Ostrovsky’s sister, N. N. Ostrovskaya; Chekhov quotes Suvorin’s own earlier answer back to him (a deferral to autumn) and asks where the manuscripts should now be sent – to Suvorin directly, or to an intermediary named Neupokoyev. (3) A second, more forlorn favor: Chekhov recalls a shared reminiscence with Suvorin and his wife Anna Ivanovna about a novel, "The Snezhin Family," by one Raysky, whom Chekhov had agreed to track down; he reports finding the author at last – destitute, undocumented, and recently ruined by a house fire that destroyed his only manuscript copy along with his possessions and his dog, followed by a nervous collapse; the author has since gone silent again. Chekhov then closes with lighter items: a visit from Pyotr Tchaikovsky, whom he flatters and reports a plan to collaborate on an opera libretto (the Onegin reference is to Tchaikovsky’s opera Eugene Onegin, after Pushkin); a worried inquiry about the health of the physician Sergei Botkin, with an aside comparing Botkin to Turgenev and another prominent doctor, Grigory Zakharyin, to Tolstoy, purely "in talent"; and a closing greeting.

15 Oct.
15 окт.
Now, dear Alexei Sergeyevich, allow me to speak of tedious matters:
Теперь, дорогой Алексей Сергеевич, позвольте о скучных делах:
1) Pavlenkov has sent me the proofs of the medical section of the "Russian Calendar," asking for detailed corrections. If Pavlenkov scolds me for slowness, tell him that I can carry out his wish only next year. It is too late now to gather the necessary information. The number of beds, the fees charged to patients, and so on – none of this is known to any calendar and can be ascertained only in two ways: either through official channels, which are not within my power, or gradually, through inquiries of doctors and the like, which is what, little by little, I am doing now.
1) Мне прислал Павленков корректуру медиц отдела в "Русском календаре", прося подробных поправок. Если Павленков будет бранить меня за медленность, то скажите ему, что исполнить его желание я могу только в будущем году. Собирать теперь необходимые справки поздно. Количество кроватей, плата за больных и проч. – всё это неизвестно ни одному календарю и может быть приведено в известность только двумя путями: или официальным порядком, который не в моей власти, или же исподволь, через расспросы врачей и проч., что я помалости и делаю теперь.
2) In January, while staying with you, I received from Moscow a letter signed by the brother of the late A. N. Ostrovsky. This person asked me to inquire of you: would you undertake to publish the children’s stories of his sister N. N. Ostrovskaya, a contributor to children’s magazines? I showed you this letter, and you answered me thus:
2) В январе, живучи у Вас, я получил из Москвы письмо, подписанное братом покойного А. Н. Островского. Сей человек поручал мне спросить у Вас: не возьметесь ли Вы издать детские рассказы его сестры H. H. Островской, сотрудницы детских журналов? Я это письмо показал Вам, и Вы ответили мне так:
– Very well, I shall publish them. Only now is not the time to publish children’s stories. Let her send them in the autumn.
– Хорошо, я издам. Только теперь не время издавать детские рассказы. Пусть присылает осенью.
Today Ostrovsky came to see me and asked what he should do and how to proceed. He had come to me before as well, but I put him off by saying that you were abroad. Now you have returned. What am I to tell him? If the answer you gave me last winter still stands, where should the manuscripts be sent: to you, or to Neupokoyev?
Сегодня был у меня Островский и спрашивал у меня, как ему быть и что делать. Приходил он ко мне и раньше, но я отговаривался тем, что Вы за границей. Теперь Вы приехали. Что сказать ему? Если Ваш ответ, данный мне зимою, остается в прежней силе, то куда посылать рукописи: Вам или Неупокоеву?
By the way, one more word about another protégé of mine. One evening, you, Anna Ivanovna, and I got to talking about novels we had happened to read long ago. We recalled, among others, a novel by a certain Raysky, "The Snezhin Family" – a novel that, if my memory serves, was quite decent. As Anna Ivanovna and I were recalling the contents of this novel, you said it would not be a bad idea to publish it, and I promised to track down the author. My searches came to nothing, since Raysky turned out to be without a passport, not registered anywhere, living, as it were, in thin air. I forgot both about him and about his novel, but the other day he turned up at my place. Ragged, worn down by ailments, unstrung... It turns out that in the summer his house caught fire, and the fire destroyed the only copy he had of the novel, along with all his belongings, his manuscripts, and his beloved, expensive dog. After the fire he came down with a nervous fever. He promised to go around to the secondhand booksellers and look for his novel, but apparently forgot his promise, since he has not shown himself to me since, and there has been neither sight nor sound of him.
Кстати, еще об одном моем протеже. Как-то раз вечером Вы, Анна Ивановна и я разговорились о романах, которые нам приходилось читать в давно минувшее время. Вспомнили, между прочим, роман некоего Райского "Семейство Снежиных" – роман, если верить моей памяти, очень недурной. Когда я и Анна Ивановна припоминали содержание этого романа, Вы сказали, что недурно бы его издать, а я пообещал отыскать автора. Поиски мои ни к чему не повели, так как Райский оказался беспаспортным, не прописанным, живущим в пространстве. Я забыл и о нем и об его романе, но на днях он явился ко мне. Оборванный, истерзанный недугами, развинченный... Оказывается, что летом у него был пожар, который уничтожил единственный бывший у него экземпляр романа, всё имущество, рукописи и любимую, дорогостоящую собаку. После пожара была нервная горячка. Он обещал сходить к букинистам и поискать свой роман, но, по-видимому, о своем обещании забыл, так как ко мне не показывается и о нем ни слуху ни духу.
3) There is no more business to speak of.
3) Больше никаких дел нет.
Yesterday P. Tchaikovsky called on me, which flattered me greatly: first of all, he is a great man, and secondly, I love his music terribly, especially "Onegin." We intend to write a libretto together.
Вчера был у меня П. Чайковский, что мне очень польстило: во-первых, большой человек, во-вторых, я ужасно люблю его музыку, особенно "Онегина". Хотим писать либретто.
What is the matter with Botkin? The news of his illness displeased me very much. In Russian medicine he is the same thing that Turgenev is in literature... (Zakharyin I liken to Tolstoy) – in talent.
Что с Боткиным? Известие о его болезни мне очень не понравилось. В русской медицине он то же самое, что Тургенев в литературе... (Захарьина я уподобляю Толстому) – по таланту.
Give my regards to your family and remain in health and happiness.
Поклонитесь Вашим и пребывайте здоровым и счастливым.

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