Letter · 1891

To Al. P. Chekhov, 24 October 1891. Moscow.

Ал. П. ЧЕХОВУ, 24 октября 1891 г. Москва.

Headnote

Dated 24 October 1891, from Moscow, to Alexander Pavlovich Chekhov, Anton’s elder brother.

Chekhov opens by shrugging off complaints that his work appears in "New Times" on Wednesdays and Tuesdays – he says it makes no difference to him. He explains that he gave a story to the paper because he was in its debt, and grumbles that had it not been for that debt the story would have run whole in a "thick journal," paying better and sparing him the resentment of colleagues who see his regular newspaper slot as a monopoly. He is caustic about that resentment: he points out that he went nearly two years without publishing anything, leaving the Monday and Wednesday slots open to other regular contributors, and asks Alexander to tell Suvorin he is willing to give up the Wednesday slot entirely, since neither it nor his broader collaboration with "New Times" has done him any good as a writer – his personal relations with Suvorin, he insists, do not depend on it. He then briefly addresses money matters: Alexander should stop drawing on the newspaper office’s funds, since Chekhov has arranged for that money to go toward paying down his own debt to the paper. He complains, in a single exasperated line, of having no money and nowhere to get any, and dismisses as mere gossip a rumor that he is marrying a rich woman. The letter closes with brief, conventional family notes – everyone at home is well – and a request to pass on his regards to Alexander’s children and wife, signed simply "Your A. Chekhov."

The tone moves from irritated and sardonic (the newspaper-politics complaint) to flatly weary (the money troubles) to perfunctory warmth (the closing family greetings), all within a few lines – characteristic of Chekhov’s terse, multi-register notes to Alexander.

24 October 1891. Moscow.
24 октября 1891 г. Москва.
24 Oct.
24 окт.
Whether they print me on Wednesdays and Tuesdays, or don’t print me at all – it’s absolutely all the same to me. I gave up the story because I was in debt to "New Times," and if it weren’t for that last circumstance, my story would be running in a thick journal, where it would have gone in whole, where I’d have gotten more for it, and where there’d be none of the buzzing from my esteemed colleagues. They see a monopoly... Well, put yourself in their place and tell them that I was magnanimous and didn’t publish for nearly two years, leaving 104 Mondays and 104 Wednesdays to Petersen, and Maslov, and that hard-labor drudge Zhitel... Ask Suvorin to give up the Wednesdays – do I need them? I need them just as little as I need my collaboration on "New Times," which has brought me, as a writer, nothing but harm. The excellent relations I have with Suvorin could exist just as well without my collaboration on his newspaper.
Печатают меня по средам и вторникам или вовсе не печатают – для меня решительно всё равно. Отдал я повесть, потому что был должен "Нов времени", и если бы не последнее обстоятельство, то повесть моя печаталась бы в толстом журнале, где она вошла бы целиком, где я больше бы получил и где не было бы жужжанья моих уважаемых товарищей. Они видят монополию... Ну, стань на их точку зрения и скажи им, что я был великодушен и не печатался около двух лет, предоставляя 104 понедельника и 104 среды и Петерсену, и Маслову, и каторжному Жителю... Попроси Суворина, чтобы он отдал среды – разве они мне нужны? Они мне так же не нужны, как и мое сотрудничество в "Нов вр", крое не принесло мне как литератору ничего, кроме зла. Те отличные отношения, какие у меня существуют с Сувориным, могли бы существовать и помимо моего сотрудничества в его газете.
Don’t take any more money from the office, since I asked that it go toward paying off my debt to the paper.
Денег в конторе больше не бери, ибо я просил, чтобы они поступали в уплату моего долга по газете.
Ah, how I’ve been spinning! There’s no money at all, and nowhere to get any, and, unfortunately, my marriage to a rich woman is nothing but gossip.
Ах, как я завертелся! Денег совсем нет, а брать их неоткуда, и, к несчастью, свадьба моя на богатой – одна только сплетня.
Everyone here is well.
Все наши здравствуют.
Give my regards to your heirs and your wife.
Поклонись своим наследникам и супруге.
Твой А. Чехов.

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