Letter · 1889

To A. S. Suvorin, 12 November 1889. Moscow.

А. С. СУВОРИНУ, 12 ноября 1889 г. Москва.

Headnote

By November 1889 Chekhov was thirty-nine years into what would be a short life but already the established author of "Ivanov" and a regular correspondent of Alexei Suvorin, the wealthy publisher of Novoye Vremya and Chekhov’s chief patron, sounding-board, and eventual estranged friend. This is a short, businesslike note dashed off in the middle of a run of letters to Suvorin from this period, covering several small matters at once rather than developing any one of them at length.

Chekhov is sending along a short comic piece for the newspaper’s feuilleton column (the "story...from the life of provincial guinea pigs" is written self-deprecatingly, as a trifle he almost let end in tragedy for its characters before relenting after a household reading). He also thanks Suvorin for notes on a play – almost certainly the comedy "The Wood Demon" (later reworked into "Uncle Vanya"), whose fourth act Chekhov himself concedes is weak; "Abramova" is Maria Abramova, a Moscow theatrical manager/actress negotiating to buy or stage the play. He then begs off a visit to Petersburg, citing the social obligation of the "343 calls" he’d have to pay – comic exaggeration typical of his letters to Suvorin about Petersburg social life. The letter closes with brief domestic color (laughter in the house), a rushed sign-off to catch the post, solicitude about Suvorin’s headache, a dry mock-clinical aside on influenza (then a topical subject – an influenza pandemic was spreading across Europe/Russia in 1889-90), and a request for proofs.

12 November 1889. Moscow.
12 ноября 1889 г. Москва.
12 November.
12 ноябрь.
I am sending you a story for the feuilleton. A trifling, unserious little thing from the life of provincial guinea pigs. Forgive me the foolery... By the way, this story has its own comical history. I meant to finish it in such a way that not a wet spot would be left of my heroes, but the devil prompted me to read it aloud to my household; they all began begging: spare them! spare them! I spared my heroes, and so the story came out rather sour. It will fit into the feuilleton, and if it does not fit, I shall have to shorten it...
Посылаю рассказ для фельетона. Несерьезный пустячок из жизни провинциальных морских свинок. Простите мне баловство... Между прочим, сей рассказ имеет свою смешную историю. Я имел в виду кончить его так, чтобы от моих героев мокрого места не осталось, но нелегкая дернула меня прочесть вслух нашим; все взмолились: пощади! пощади! Я пощадил своих героев, и потому рассказ вышел так кисел. В фельетон он влезет, а если не влезет, то придется мне сократить его...
Thank you for reading the play. I myself knew that Act IV is no good at all, but then I gave you the play with the proviso that I would write a new act. More than half of your remarks are such that I shall certainly make use of them. Abramova is buying the play from me on very advantageous terms. I daresay I shall sell it. If I do stage it, I shall change a great deal, so that you won’t recognize it.
Спасибо за прочтение пьесы. Я и сам знал, что IV акт никуда не годится, но ведь я же давал пьесу с оговоркой, что сделаю новый акт. Больше половины Ваших замечаний таковы, что я ими непременно воспользуюсь. Абрамова покупает у меня пьесу весьма выгодно. Пожалуй, продам. Если буду ставить, то многое изменю так, что Вы не узнаете.
I should be glad to come and see you, but the thought of the 343 calls I shall have to pay in Petersburg frightens me.
Я бы с удовольствием приехал к Вам повидаться, да меня пугает мысль о 343 визитах, которые мне придется делать в Петербурге.
In my flat there is nothing but laughter.
У меня в квартире сплошной хохот.
I must hurry to send this packet to the post.
Спешу послать сей пакет на почту.
Keep well. Why does your head ache? The weather must be to blame.
Будьте здоровы. Отчего у Вас голова болит? Должно быть, погода виновата.
Influenza is an illness long known to doctors, and so the doctors do not find it necessary to make a fuss about it. It is the grippe; both people and horses suffer from it.
Influenza – болезнь, давно уже известная врачам, а потому врачи и не находят нужным кричать о ней. Это грипп; болеют им и люди, и лошади.
Yours, A. Chekhov.
If it is not too much trouble, send me the proofs.
Если не затруднит, пришлите мне корректуру.

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