Letter · 1891

To A. I. Smagin, 11 December 1891. Moscow.

А. И. СМАГИНУ, 11 декабря 1891 г. Москва.

Headnote

A short, ten-section letter, dated 11 December 1891, from Moscow, to Alexander Ivanovich Smagin – the same Poltava-province landowner and family friend addressed in the companion run of letters from November-December 1891, through whom the Chekhov family was pursuing purchase of a small country property (the "khutor") in the south.

Content: Chekhov thanks Smagin for a telegram and says he will attend to the power of attorney and send money the moment his sister Masha (Marya Pavlovna) telegraphs. He then gives an extended account of a famine-relief scheme he has set up with a friend, a land captain (zemsky nachalnik), in a remote district of Nizhny Novgorod province: buying up peasants’ horses cheaply to save them from being sold off before spring plowing, feeding them over the winter, and returning them to their owners in the spring – framed half-earnestly as a business venture expected to "clear a hundred thousand." He invites Smagin to contribute to the fund at any point before spring, promising a detailed accounting in verse to be composed, on commission, by Vladimir Gilyarovsky, and gives the mailing address of his partner in the scheme. He then answers an apparent accusation that the Chekhovs have lost interest in the playwright/actor Sumbatov (denying it), muses wistfully about the possibility of living near Sorochintsy, asks Smagin to write, and closes with a warm, informal sign-off.

Tone: warm, joking, mock-formal address ("Your Right Honorable," echoing the address used in the day before), shading into genuine enthusiasm and self-mockery over the horse-buying scheme ("boiling, boiling away,clear a hundred thousand"), a brisk denial on Sumbatov’s behalf, and a wistful, almost sentimental note on Sorochintsy before the brief, affectionate close ("Yours with all my soul").

11 December 1891. Moscow.
11 декабря 1891 г. Москва.
11 Dec.
11 дек.
Greetings once more, Your Right Honorable!
Еще раз здравствуйте, Ваше высокоблагородие!
Thank You for the telegram. We await the answer with impatience, for the 20th is close. The very day I get a telegram from Masha, I shall set about the power of attorney and sending You the money.
Спасибо за телеграмму. Ждем ответа с нетерпением, ибо 20-е число близко. В тот же день, когда я получу от Маши телеграмму, я стану хлопотать о доверенности и высылке Вам денег.
Now then, here is what, my good sir. I sit in Moscow without stirring, but meanwhile my business in Nizhny Novgorod province is already boiling, boiling away! Together with a friend of mine, a land captain, a most excellent man, in the most out-of-the-way district of Nizhny Novgorod province, where there are neither landowners nor doctors nor even educated young ladies, of whom there are now plenty even in hell, we have started up a little enterprise on which we expect to clear something like a hundred thousand. Apart from all the famine-relief business, our main aim is to save next year’s harvest. Because the peasants are selling their horses dirt-cheap, for kopecks, there is a serious danger that the spring fields will go unplowed and that the whole famine business will repeat itself. So we are buying up horses and feeding them, and in the spring we shall give them back to their owners. Our enterprise already stands firmly on its feet, and in January I shall go there to behold the fruits. I am writing You this for the following reason. Should it happen, during some noisy festivity, that You or someone else manages to collect even fifty kopecks for the benefit of the starving, or should some Korobochka or other bequeath a ruble to the same end, and should You yourself win a hundred rubles at stukolka, then remember us sinners in Your holy prayers and share with us a portion of Your bounty! Not at once, but whenever You like – only not later than spring. Come spring the horses will no longer be ours. For every kopeck spent the donor will receive the most detailed accounting, should he wish it, in verse, which Gilyarovsky will write to my commission. In January we shall be printing in the newspapers. Direct your bounty either to me, or straight to the field of battle: Bogoyavlenskoye Station, Nizhny Novgorod province, to Yevgraf Petrovich Yegorov, land captain.
Ну-с, теперь вот о чем, сударь мой. Я сижу безвыездно в Москве, но между тем дело мое в Нижегородской губ кипит уже, кипит! Я вместе со своим приятелем, земским начальником, прекраснейшим человеком, в самом глухом участке Нижегор губ, где нет ни помещиков, ни докторов, ни даже интеллигентных девиц, которых теперь даже в аду много, затеяли маленькое дельце, на котором думаем нажить этак тысяч по сто. Помимо всяких голодных дел, мы главным образом стараемся спасти урожай будущего года. Оттого, что мужики за бесценок, за гроши продают своих лошадей, грозит серьезная опасность, что яровые поля будут не вспаханы и что таким образом опять повторится голодная история. Так вот мы скупаем лошадей и кормим, а весною возвратим их хозяевам. Дело наше уже стоит крепко на ногах, и в январе я поеду туда созерцать плоды. Пишу Вам сие вот для чего. В случае если во время шумного пира Вам или кому-либо случится собрать хотя полтинник в пользу голодающих, или если какая-нибудь Коробочка завещает с тою же целью рубль, и если Вы сами выиграете в стуколку 100 рублей, то помяните нас грешных в своих святых молитвах и уделите нам частицу от щедрот! Это не сейчас, а когда угодно, но не позже весны. Весною лошади будут уже не наши. О каждой потраченной копейке жертвователь получит самый подробный отчет, буде пожелает он, в стихах, которые напишет по моему заказу Гиляровский. В январе будем печатать в газетах. Щедроты направляйте или ко мне, или же прямо на место сражения: Станция Богоявленное, Нижегородской губ., Евграфу Петровичу Егорову, земскому начальнику.
Wherever did You get the idea that we have cooled toward Sumbatov? On the contrary, we are as delighted with his talents as ever.
Откуда Вы взяли, что мы охладели к Сумбатову? Напротив, мы по-прежнему в восторге от его талантов.
Can it really be that I shall live in Sorochintsy, or nearby? I can hardly believe it. Though it would be good if it were so. In summer and autumn to go catching gudgeon, and in winter to nip off to Petersburg and Moscow...
Неужели я буду жить в Сорочинцах или около? Не верится что-то. А хорошо бы это было. Летом и осенью пескарей ловить, а зимою улепетнул бы в Питер и в Москву...
Write to me.
Пишите.
Yours with all my soul,
Ваш душой

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