Letter · 1890

To I. L. Leontyev, 16 March 1890. Moscow.

И. Л. ЛЕОНТЬЕВУ (ЩЕГЛОВУ), 16 марта 1890 г. Москва.

Headnote

1 Written in Moscow on 16 March 1890 to Ivan Leontyevich Leontyev, the writer better known under his pen name Shcheglov ("Jean" or "milyi Zhan" is Chekhov’s habitual nickname for him, playing on the French "Jean" and his surname). This is one of the best-known letters from the weeks before Chekhov’s departure across Siberia to the penal colony on Sakhalin Island, and it lays out his full itinerary in a single breathless sentence: overland via Nizhny Novgorod, Perm, Tyumen, Tomsk, Irkutsk, and Sretensk, then down the Amur River to Nikolaevsk, two months on Sakhalin itself, and a sea voyage home by way of Nagasaki, Shanghai, Hankou, Manila, Singapore, Madras, Colombo, Aden, Port Said, Constantinople, and Odessa. Chekhov jokes about the dangers ahead (bears, convicts, typhoons, the heat of Aden), proposes half-seriously that Shcheglov join him, and invents mock titles for travel pieces they might co-write along the way. He closes with regards to Shcheglov’s wife.

2 A short, high-spirited letter written in the comic-hyperbolic register Chekhov used with close literary friends, mixing real logistical detail (the itinerary, the address "Tserkovnaya ulitsa" appended almost as an afterthought) with pure whimsy (the invented vaudeville titles, the fantasy of catching a "Japanese wife" in Japan). The muse-in-blue-spectacles conceit signals Chekhov’s self-image at this moment: temporarily setting aside belles-lettres for the "ethnography and geology" of the Sakhalin project.

16 March 1890. Moscow.
16 марта 1890 г. Москва.
16 March.
16 марта.
Greetings, dear Jean, it’s been ages, it’s been years! My poor muse, by the will of capricious fate, has put on blue spectacles and, casting aside the lyre, has taken up ethnography and geology... The sweet sounds are forgotten, forgotten the glory... everything, everything is forgotten! That is why I have not written to you for so long, friend and my former colleague (I say "former" because I am now not a man of letters but a Sakhalin man).
Здравствуйте, милый Жан, сколько зим, сколько лет! Моя бедная муза, по воле капризных судеб, надела синие очки и, забросив лиру, занимается этнографией и геологией... Забыты звуки сладкие, слава... всё, всё забыто! Вот почему я так долго не писал Вам, друже и мой бывший коллега (говорю – бывший, потому что я теперь не литератор, а сахалинец).
How are you living, how are you feeling? What is the state of your nerves, your plays, your grandmother? Write me even a single line in your tragic hand and do not abandon me... In April, you know, I am leaving, and we shall hardly see each other before January!
Как Вы живете, как чувствуете? В каком положении Ваши нервы, пьесы, бабушка? Напишите мне хоть одну строчку Вашим трагическим почерком и не покидайте меня... В апреле ведь я уезжаю, и увидимся мы едва ли ранее января!
My route is as follows: Nizhny, Perm, Tyumen, Tomsk, Irkutsk, Sretensk, down the Amur to Nikolaevsk, two months on Sakhalin, Nagasaki, Shanghai, Hankou, Manila, Singapore, Madras, Colombo (on Ceylon), Aden, Port Said, Constantinople, Odessa, Moscow, Petersburg, Tserkovnaya Street.
If the bears and the convicts do not eat me on Sakhalin, if I do not perish from typhoons off Japan or from the heat in Aden, I shall return in December and rest on my laurels, awaiting old age and doing absolutely nothing. Would you not like to come along? We shall gorge on sterlet on the Amur, and at De Castries swallow oysters, fat, enormous ones, the like of which they do not know in Europe; we shall buy bearskins on Sakhalin at 4 rubles apiece for coats, in Japan we shall catch ourselves a Japanese woman, and in India we shall each write an exotic story or a vaudeville, "Oh, the Tropics!" or "A Reluctant Tourist" or "A Captain by Nature" or "The Theatrical Albatross," and so on. Let’s go!
Если на Сахалине не съедят медведи и каторжные, если не погибну от тифонов у Японии, а от жары в Адене, то возвращусь в декабре и почию на лаврах, ожидая старость и ровно ничего не делая. Не хотите ли поехать вместе? Будем на Амуре пожирать стерлядей, а в де Кастри глотать устриц, жирных, громадных, каких не знают в Европе; купим на Сахалине медвежьих шкур по 4 р. за штуку для шуб, в Японии схватим японский, а в Индии напишем по экзотическому рассказу или по водевилю "Ай да тропики!", или "Турист поневоле", или "Капитан по натуре", или "Театральный альбатрос" и т. п. Поедем!
Drop me a line, ein wenig. Keep well, give my regards to your hospitable and gracious wife, and accept the warm greetings of my whole family.
Черкните мне ein wenig немного (нем.).. Будьте здоровы, кланяйтесь Вашей гостеприимной и радушной жене и примите сердечный привет от всей моей семьи.
Yours, A. Chekhov.

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