Letter · 1889

To A. S. Suvorin, 1 November 1889. Moscow.

А. С. СУВОРИНУ, 1 ноября 1889 г. Москва.

Headnote

Written in Moscow on 1 November 1889 to Alexei Sergeyevich Suvorin, the wealthy publisher of Novoye Vremya and Chekhov’s chief correspondent, patron, and confidant of these years. It is a characteristic Suvorin letter: dense, quick-shifting, and businesslike-familiar all at once, moving in the space of a page from manuscript editing to family gossip to theater politics to real-estate daydreaming, with no attempt to unify the material – exactly the miscellany register these two men’s correspondence regularly takes.

Content, section by section: Chekhov returns two stories by "Madame Orlova" (an aspiring author submitting to Suvorin’s paper), giving blunt editorial verdicts on each and a sharp, unflattering character sketch of the writer herself as talented but crude ("swears like a cabman," views the rich "with the eye of a washerwoman") – vivid but ungenerous language that should be flagged rather than softened; he plays along with Suvorin’s running joke by offering continued "service"; he congratulates Suvorin on two "family joys," one being the marriage of Alexander Kurepin (a Novoye Vremya feuilletonist) and the other a wry self-deprecating jab in which Chekhov calls himself Suvorin’s "contributor" who is laboring to "give birth" to a promised piece for the paper’s Saturday feature (a "subbotnik," i.e. a short story slotted into the Saturday issue); he discusses the fate of his play "The Wood Demon" (Leshy), the direct precursor to Uncle Vanya, including its poor state and an unfinished ending, and describes a small comic chain of borrowing – the only copy is with the actor Alexander Lensky, but Suvorin should instead send a servant to a "neighbor Lessing" who turns out (Chekhov’s joke) to actually be the actor Pavel Svobodin under a nickname, alluding to Gotthold Ephraim Lessing; Svobodin is separately said to be mounting Griboyedov’s minor play "The Student" for his benefit performance; Chekhov asks Suvorin to keep the loan and the play itself quiet, resentful of how any request of his is read in Petersburg as favor-seeking; he vents about the social theater of not wanting to seem to care about his own plays, compares "The Wood Demon" favorably to a play called "Rays and Clouds" ("Luchi i tuchi") that Suvorin is about to see; he reports that his brother Mikhail ("Misha") has finished his university course and is drawn to a modest civil-service career and marriage, delivered in Chekhov’s dry, affectionately mocking register (the "cracked frying pan" line about Misha’s indifference to whom he marries, so long as it is soon, is deliberately deflating and should not be smoothed over); he complains, half-comically, about being besieged by manuscripts of plays sent for his opinion, escalating to a joke about shooting people, which is black humor in period idiom, not a genuine threat, but worth flagging as the kind of line a modern reader could misread out of context; he asks whether to send material for a new book (a forthcoming story collection) or wait if the printing house is busy; he gives a warm, affectionate character sketch of the actor Pavel Svobodin, who had stayed with him at Sumy over the summer, praising his kindness and simplicity but warning that he should not be encouraged to "philosophize"; he closes with a health wish and a question about when Suvorin will next be in Moscow; and, almost as a non sequitur, floats a whimsical, half-serious plan to open a bookshop in Yalta under a "Moorish pavilion" – an early flicker of the Crimean/Yalta orientation that would become important to Chekhov’s later life and health, offered here purely as a joke about brisk trade.

No structural concerns: this is a single coherent letter in Chekhov’s usual multi-topic Suvorin register, one date, one addressee, ending in a plain signature.

1 November 1889. Moscow.
1 ноября 1889 г. Москва.
1 November.
1-го ноября.
Herewith I am sending you back the two stories of Madame Orlova. I am sending them by registered wrapper – it’s cheaper that way. Out of "The Lady Pianist" I could squeeze nothing; something came of it, but I’m afraid the authoress may take offense. Out of the "ship" I made a "nail." But out of "Natasha" something in the vein of Dostoevsky resulted, which, I think, could be printed, only you should read it over once more in proof. Madame Orlova is not without powers of observation, but she is altogether too coarse and has worn her nerves ragged. She swears like a cabman, and looks upon the life of the rich aristocrats with the eye of a washerwoman.
При сем посылаю Вам обратно 2 рассказа г-жи Орловой. Посылаю заказною бандеролью – этак дешевле. Из "Таперши" не мог выжать ничего; что-то вышло, но как бы авторша не обиделась. Из корабля я сделал гвоздь. Из "Наташи" же получилось нечто во вкусе Достоевского, что, как мне думается, можно напечатать, только Вы еще раз прочтите в корректуре. Г-жа Орлова не без наблюдательности, но уж больно груба и издергалась. Ругается, как извозчик, и на жизнь богачей-аристократов смотрит оком прачки.
I am glad to be of service in future as well.
Очень рад служить и впредь.
I congratulate you on your family joys: a) Kurepin has married, and b) your contributor Anton Chekhov has begun to bring forth a Saturday piece. Just now I am busy with all sorts of nonsense, so I shan’t send it before next week. The beginning has come out passably.
Поздравляю Вас с семейною радостью: а) Курепин женился и b) Ваш сотрудник Ан. Чехов начал родить субботник. Теперь я занят всякой чепухой, так что пришлю его не раньше будущей недели. Начало вышло ничего себе.
I have only one copy of "The Wood Demon," and even that one is lying about at Lensky’s. If you want to read it, send Andrei or Vasily to your neighbor Lessing, who lives at 37 Malaya Italyanskaya. He has a copy, even two. This same Lessing (that is, Svobodin), philosophizing as usual and digging profoundly through the classics, has found a play for his benefit performance: Griboyedov’s "The Student." Read my "Wood Demon," if you like, but don’t breathe a single word about it to anyone, for every word of mine is understood in Petersburg as a request, and every word of yours as patronage. To the devil with them!
У меня есть только один экз "Лешего", да и тот валяется у Ленского. Если хотите прочесть, то пошлите Андрея или Василия к своему соседу Лессингу, живущему на М. Итальянской, 37. У него имеется экземпляр, даже два. Сей Лессинг (сиречь Свободин), мудрствуя по обыкновению и роясь глубокомысленно в классиках, нашел пьесу для своего бенефиса: "Студент" Грибоедова. Прочтите моего "Лешего", коли угодно, но не говорите о нем никому ни единого слова, ибо каждое мое слово в Петербурге понимается как просьба, а каждое Ваше как протекция. Ну их к ироду!
It’s turning into some sort of silly game of jackstraws: people want to do me a favor, and they’re waiting for me to ask, while I want to show that I don’t give a straw for my plays, and I stubbornly, like a brute, write in my letters only about the weather, without a peep about the play. The same goes for Moscow.
Выходит какая-то глупая игра в бирюльки: людям хочется сделать мне одолжение, и ждут они, чтоб я попросил, а мне хочется показать, что я ни в грош ставлю свои пьесы, и я упрямо, как скотина, пишу в своих письмах только о погоде, не заикаясь о пьесе. То же и в Москве.
The play "The Wood Demon" must be insufferable in its construction. I haven’t yet managed to make the ending; I’ll make it sometime at my leisure. But it’s better than "Rays and Clouds," which I have seen and which you will see on Friday.
Пьеса "Леший", должно быть, несносна по конструкции. Конца я еще не успел сделать; сделаю когда-нибудь на досуге. Но она лучше "Лучей и туч", которые я видел и которые Вы будете видеть в пятницу.
Let’s not be in a hurry.
Не будем торопиться.
Misha has finished his course. If I were a minister, I’d make him a tax inspector or an excise official. He is drawn to a gray, philistine life, and he wants to get married come what may, even to a cracked frying pan, so long as it’s soon.
Миша кончил курс. Если б я был министром, то сделал бы его податным инспектором или акцизным. Его тянет к серенькой обывательской жизни, и хочется ему жениться во что бы то ни стало хотя бы на разбитой сковороде, да только бы поскорей.
Ah, how many plays I have to read! They bring them and bring them, bring them without end, and it will end with my shooting people.
Ах, как много пьес приходится читать мне! Носят, носят, без конца носят, и кончится тем, что я начну стрелять в людей.
Tomorrow I’ll send off material for the new book. Or should I wait? Very well, I’ll wait... If there’s a lot of work at the printing house just now, then waiting a month or two is possible...
Завтра вышлю материал для новой книжки. Или подождать? Хорошо, погожу... Если в типографии теперь много работы, то месяц или два подождать можно...
Svobodin stayed with me over the summer. He is, I assure you, a very kind, unsly, and entertaining man. The main thing – don’t let him philosophize. Actors mustn’t be allowed to philosophize. It’s much too tedious to listen to. But otherwise he’s a thoroughly tolerable fellow.
Свободин гостил у меня летом. Он, уверяю Вас, очень добрый, не хитрый и нескучный человек. Главное – не давайте ему рассуждать. Актерам нельзя позволять рассуждать. Уж очень скучно слушать. А в остальном народ весьма и весьма сносный.
Keep well. When will you be in Moscow?
Будьте здоровы. Когда же в Москву?
I want to open a bookshop in Yalta. I’ll take a spot in the town garden and adorn the town with a Moorish pavilion. I’ll do a roaring trade.
Хочу открыть в Ялте книжный магазин. Возьму место в городском саду и украшу город мавританским павильоном. Торговать буду шибко.
Yours, A. Chekhov.
Ваш А. Чехов.

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