Letter · 1891

To N. M. Lintvareva, 25 October 1891. Moscow.

Н. М. ЛИНТВАРЕВОЙ, 25 октября 1891 г. Москва.

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Dated 25 October 1891, from Moscow, to Natalya Mikhailovna Lintvaryova, a member of the Lintvaryov family who hosted Chekhov at their Luka (Sumy) estate.

Chekhov reports he did not travel to Nizhny Novgorod as planned; he is kept in Moscow by a pile-up of troubles – illness, lack of money, a mass of work, and the death that day of his aunt – and has pushed his departure back to 1 December, after which he means to move to the provinces for a time and then head to Nizhny. He describes shutting himself away from visitors since the Persian shah’s departure left Moscow duller, complains good-humoredly about Gilyarovsky’s frequent visits and rambling talk (offering to auction off both a pet mongoose and, if he could, Gilyarovsky himself), mentions a benefit "Miscellany" being printed in "Russkiye Vedomosti" for famine relief that he offers to send her, and closes with family news: the household is well but subdued after the aunt’s death, a plan to visit Lintvaryova’s part of the country in April, and greetings to "the great martyr Ivanenko."

The tone is wry and affectionate throughout – complaints about seclusion and money troubles sit beside genuine grief over the aunt’s death and warm, joking asides about Gilyarovsky and Ivanenko.

25 October 1891. Moscow.
25 октября 1891 г. Москва.
25 October.
25 октябрь.
Dear Natalya Mikhailovna, I did not go off to Nizhny as I meant to, and am sitting at home, writing and sneezing. Morozova went to see the minister, and he categorically forbade private initiative, and even waved his hands at her. This somehow plunged me at once into apathy. And on top of that there is unbroken lack of money, sneezing, a mass of work, my aunt’s illness – she died today – uncertainty, unknowing – in a word, everything has piled up at once to hold back such a lazy man as I am. I have put off my departure until the 1st of December. In December I shall move altogether somewhere out to the provinces and live as if at a summer cottage. I shall go to Nizhny, and from there – wherever my eyes lead me.
Уважаемая Наталья Михайловна, я не уехал в Нижний, как хотел, и сижу дома, пишу и чихаю. Морозова была у министра, он категорически запретил частную инициативу и даже замахал на нее руками. Это как-то сразу повергло меня в апатию. А тут еще сплошное безденежье, чиханье, масса работы, болезнь тетки, которая сегодня умерла, неопределенность, неизвестность – одним словом, всё собралось в кучу, чтобы удержать такого ленивого человека, как я. Отъезд свой я отложил до 1-го декабря. В декабре совсем переберусь куда-нибудь в провинцию и буду жить по-дачному. Поеду в Нижний, а оттуда – куда глаза глядят.
Without You it was dull for a long while, and once the Persian shah had left, it grew duller still. I have ordered that no one be received, and I sit in my room like a bull in the reeds – I see no one and no one sees me. It is better this way, or else the public would wear out the doorbell and turn my study into a smoking-room and a talking-shop. It is dull to live so, but what is to be done? I shall wait for summer, and then give myself free rein.
Без Вас долго было скучно, а когда уехал персидский шах, стало еще скучнее. Я приказал никого не принимать и сижу в своей комнате, как бугай в камышах – никого не вижу и меня никто не видит. Этак лучше, а то публика и звонки оборвет и кабинет мой превратит в курильню и говорильню. Скучно так жить, но что делать? Подожду лета, тогда дам себе волю.
I am selling the mongoose at auction. I would gladly sell Gilyarovsky too, along with his verses, but no one will buy him. As before he comes flying in on me almost every evening and overwhelms me with his doubts, his struggles, his volcanoes, his torn nostrils, his atamans, his free untrammeled will, and the rest of the nonsense which may God forgive him.
Продаю мангуса с аукциона. Охотно бы продал и Гиляровского с его стихами, да никто не купит. По-прежнему он влетает ко мне почти каждый вечер и одолевает меня своими сомнениями, борьбой, вулканами, рваными ноздрями, атаманами, вольной волюшкой и прочей чепухой, которую да простит ему бог.
"Russkiye Vedomosti" is printing a "Miscellany" for the benefit of the starving. With Your permission, I shall have a copy sent to You cash on delivery.
Печатается в "Русских ведомостях" "Сборник" в пользу голодающих. С Вашего позволения, я велю выслать Вам один экземпляр наложенным платежом.
Well, be well and happy. Greetings and my regards to all of Yours.
Ну, будьте здоровы и счастливы. Привет и поклон всем Вашим.
The Geographer, A. Chekhov.
Географ А. Чехов.
My whole family bows to You.
Вся моя фамилия кланяется.
All of us here are well, but sad. My aunt was the general favorite, considered among us the very embodiment of kindness, gentleness, and justice, if all of that can indeed be embodied in one person. Of course we shall all die, but it is sad all the same.
Все наши здоровы, но грустны. Тетка была общей любимицей, считалась у нас олицетворением доброты, ласковости и справедливости, если только всё сие олицетворить можно. Конечно, все помрем, но все-таки грустно.
In April I shall be in Your parts. I hope that by spring I shall have a whole heap of money. I judge by the omen: no money now – money is coming.
В апреле я буду в Ваших краях. Надеюсь, что весной у меня денег будет целая куча. Сужу по примете: нет денег – перед деньгами.
My regards to the great martyr Ivanenko. May he remember me in his holy prayers! There is hope that he will be in Moscow for Christmas.
Поклон великомученику Иваненко. Да помянет он меня в своих святых молитвах! Есть надежда, что на Рождестве он будет в Москве.

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