Letter · 1889

To Redaktor "smolenskogo Vestnika", December 1889. Moscow.

РЕДАКТОРУ "СМОЛЕНСКОГО ВЕСТНИКА", Середина декабря 1889 г. Москва.

Headnote

This is not a personal letter but a public appeal, written to be printed: Chekhov writes to the editor of the "Smolensk Herald," a provincial newspaper in Smolensk Province, asking him to publish a notice on behalf of a sick and destitute acquaintance. The letter is undated beyond "mid- December 1889," Moscow, per the editors of the Soviet Academy edition (Polnoe sobranie sochineniy i pisem, 1974-1983).

The subject is Nikolai Apollonovich Putyata, a nobleman of Smolensk Province and son of one of its largest landowners, who had worked as a literary translator and had privately edited three now-defunct Moscow periodicals: "Mirskoy Tolk" ("Worldly Talk"), "Svet i Teni" ("Light and Shadows"), and the "European Library" ("Evropeyskaya Biblioteka"). Some two or three years before this letter, Putyata contracted a severe chronic pneumonia that left him unable to work, and by the time of writing he is bedridden, penniless, and living in squalid conditions ("in filth, in foul air") with no realistic hope of recovery. Chekhov explains that he and others have already exhausted the ordinary channels of literary charity on Putyata’s behalf – the Literary Fund (Literaturny fond), the Moscow newspapers, fellow writers – and that the only remaining hope is to reach relatives and friends of Putyata’s back in his home province, who may not know of his illness or even his current address. Chekhov asks the editor to run a notice, gives Putyata’s full name (with Putyata’s written consent to be named), and supplies his Moscow address for anyone wishing to help.

The letter is a small but characteristic instance of Chekhov’s practical, unglamorous charity work on behalf of sick and struggling literary men – the same impulse that runs through his role at the Literary Fund and his later famine-relief and Sakhalin efforts. There is nothing to.

Mid-December 1889. Moscow.
Середина декабря 1889 г. Москва.
Dear Sir, Mr. Editor! Allow me to trouble you with a most humble request.
Милостивый государь г. редактор! Позвольте мне обратиться к Вам с покорнейшей просьбою.
There resides in Moscow a Smolensk nobleman, Nikolai Apollonovich Putyata, son of one of the largest landowners of Smolensk Province. Until recently he occupied himself exclusively with literature, was known as an excellent translator, and for a time privately edited the now-defunct Moscow publications "Mirskoy Tolk," "Svet i Teni," and the "European Library." Some two or three years ago he fell so seriously ill with chronic pneumonia that he lost the capacity to work. He remains ill to this day. There is no hope whatever of recovery. He cannot recover enough even to earn money for his own medicine, since he lives in the unhealthiest of surroundings, in filth, in foul air. He has no means; neither clothing, nor footwear, nor medicine! For the whole time of his illness we have applied to the Literary Fund, from which we received assistance, applied to the Moscow newspapers, to fellow writers, and have at last exhausted to the very bottom those few sources on which a writer in Putyata’s position may count. Now our only remaining hope is in the relatives and friends of Putyata living in Smolensk Province.
В Москве проживает смоленский дворянин Николай Аполлонович Путята, сын одного из крупнейших землевладельцев Смоленской губ. Занимался он до последнего времени исключительно литературою, был известен как отличный переводчик и одно время негласно редактировал московские уже прекратившиеся издания "Мирской толк", "Свет и тени" и "Европейскую библиотеку". Года 2–3 тому назад он заболел хроническим воспалением легких настолько серьезно, что потерял способность к труду. Болен он и по сие время. Надежды на выздоровление нет никакой. Поправиться настолько, чтобы самому зарабатывать себе хотя бы на лекарства, он не может, так как живет при самой нездоровой обстановке, в грязи, в чаду. Средств у него нет; ни одежды, ни обуви, ни лекарств! За всё время, пока он болен, мы обращались в Литературный фонд, откуда получали помощь, обращались в московские газеты, к товарищам-литераторам и, наконец, исчерпали до дна все те немногие источники, на которые может рассчитывать литератор, находящийся в положении Путяты. Теперь у нас осталась одна только надежда на родственников и друзей Путяты, проживающих в Смоленской губерн.
Might you, through the good offices of your esteemed newspaper, inform all who know or have known him of Putyata’s grievous and utterly hopeless situation? By such notice you will render an enormous service both to the sick man and to us, and likewise to his relatives and friends, who have perhaps until now been deprived of the possibility of helping him only because they did not know his address or were not informed of his illness. The form of the notice is entirely at your discretion; the sick man wishes only that in the item about him you give his full first name, patronymic, and surname, for which I have his written permission.
Не найдете ли через посредство Вашей почтенной газеты известить о тягостном и совершенно безвыходном положении Путяты всех знающих или знавших его? Этим извещением Вы окажете громадную услугу как больному и нам, так равно и родственникам и друзьям его, которые, быть может, до сих пор были лишены возможности помочь ему только потому, что не знали его адреса или не были извещены о его болезни. Форма извещения вполне зависит от Вашего усмотрения; больной выражает только желание, чтобы Вы в заметке о нем назвали его полные имя, отчество и фамилию, на что у меня имеется его письменное разрешение.
Putyata’s address: Moscow, 1st Meshchanskaya Street, Shelaputin’s house, Frolova’s apartment.
Адрес Путяты: г. Москва, 1-я Мещанская, д. Шелапутина, кв. Фроловой.
I have the honor to remain, with respect,
Имею честь пребыть с почтением

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