Letter · 1890

To S. N. Filippov, 18 April 1890. Moscow.

С. Н. ФИЛИППОВУ, 18 апреля 1890 г. Москва.

Headnote

It is very short – five brief sections, one of which is only the dateline and one only the signature – but it reads as a complete, self-contained note: a real salutation ("Ну, милый Сергей Никитович" – "Well, dear Sergei Nikitovich"), a farewell/departure announcement, two short sentences of substance, a closing courtesy ("Крепко жму руку" – "I press your hand firmly"), and a full signed close ("Ваш А. Чехов" – "Yours, A. Chekhov"). The terseness is a function of genre and occasion (a quick goodbye note dashed off just before departure), not evidence of elision or telegraphic compression – grammar throughout is complete and unelided, unlike the bare, article-dropping terseness that flagged as a telegram. No structural or coherence concerns.

Written 18 April 1890 from Moscow, in the very last days before Chekhov’s departure for Sakhalin (he left Moscow on 21 April 1890 Old Style). The letter is explicitly a goodbye: "я исчезаю" ("I’m off" / "I disappear"). Chekhov asks Filippov to keep writing "more briskly" so that editors will actually read his manuscripts through – a collegial, mildly needling piece of professional advice from one working writer to another – then asks not to be forgotten while away, with a self-deprecating, mock-pious turn of phrase ("Не забывайте меня грешного" – "Don’t forget me, sinner that I am") and a warm image comparing any line of news reaching him on Sakhalin to "the singing of angels in the wilderness." The letter closes with an ordinary handshake courtesy and signature.

18 April 1890. Moscow.
18 апреля 1890 г. Москва.
Well, dear Sergei Nikitovich, goodbye, I’m off. Keep well, keep prospering, and write more briskly, so that the editors will read your manuscripts through.
Ну, милый Сергей Никитович, до свиданья, я исчезаю. Будьте здоровы, благополучны и пишите поразгонистее, чтобы редакторы прочитывали Ваши рукописи.
Don’t forget me, sinner that I am. Every gift is a blessing, and every line read on Sakhalin is the singing of angels in the wilderness.
Не забывайте меня грешного. Всякое даяние благо, и всякая строчка, прочитанная на Сахалине,– это пение ангелов в пустыне.
I press your hand firmly.
Крепко жму руку.
Yours, A. Chekhov.

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