Letter · 1890

To N. N. Obolonsky, 29 April 1890. Yekaterinburg.

Н. Н. ОБОЛОНСКОМУ, 29 апреля 1890 г. Екатеринбург.

Headnote

it opens with a dateline, moves through a sustained comic congratulatory address with salutation ("dearest, kindest, and most golden Nikolai Nikolaevich"), and closes with a full valediction and signature ("Your A. Chekhov"). it is followed immediately by continuous prose ("Hurrah!!"... "Sending a telegram...") that only makes sense as one letter. No structural break or second signature appears anywhere in the source

Chekhov wrote this nine days into his journey east to Sakhalin (he had left Moscow on 21 April 1890), from Yekaterinburg, the first major stop where the trans-Ural crossing put him, as he jokes, with "one leg in Europe and one in Asia." The occasion is the wedding of his close friend and personal physician Dr. Nikolai Nikolaevich Obolonsky to Sofya Vitalyevna, taking place near the station of Vorozhba (in present-day Sumy Oblast, Ukraine) – Chekhov explains in section 4 that he decided against wiring congratulations because the ceremony itself was 37 versts from the station and a telegram might not reach the couple in time, opting to write instead.

The letter is warm, jocular, and self-deprecating in the register typical of Chekhov’s letters to intimates: he contrasts the newlyweds ("celestial beings") with himself and other ordinary mortals ("amphibians"), toasts their health "mentally," and wishes them, in a comic exaggeration built on the old serf-census idiom of counting people in "souls," eighteen children of both sexes.

29 April 1890. Yekaterinburg.
29 апреля 1890 г. Екатеринбург.
29 April.
29 апрель.
Hurrah!!
Урааа!!
Sending a telegram to Vorozhba I found, on mature reflection, too risky; Vorozhba is an elastic notion – that is, you’re getting married 37 versts from it, and who can guarantee me that my telegram will reach you? You yourselves won’t think to ask at the station, since you, celestial beings, no longer have any business with us amphibians...
Посылать телеграмму на Ворожбу я, по зрелом размышлении, нашел рискованным; Ворожба – понятие растяжимое, т. е. венчаетесь Вы в 37 верстах от нее, и кто поручится мне, что телеграмма моя будет Вам доставлена? Сами же Вы на станции спросить не догадаетесь, ибо Вам, небожителям, до нас, земноводных, теперь нет никакого дела...
I prefer to write a touching letter.
Предпочитаю написать трогательное письмо.
So then, dearest, kindest, and most golden Nikolai Nikolaevich, I congratulate you and Sofya Vitalyevna on your lawful marriage and wish you both happiness, wealth, peace, harmony, success in your affairs, and eighteen souls of children of both sexes. I cry hurrah for you and drink your health (mentally, of course).
Итак, милейший, добрейший и золотой Николай Николаевич, поздравляю Вас и Софью Виталиевну с законным браком и желаю Вам обоим счастья, богатства, мира, согласия, успеха в делах и 18 душ детей обоего пола. Кричу Вам ура и пью Ваше здоровье (конечно, мысленно).
I am sitting now in Yekaterinburg; my right leg is in Europe, and my left is in Asia. The weather, to put it mildly, is vile... Alas, how my life has changed! The whiteness of eighteen-ruble shirts is replaced here by snow, which covers the pavements; warmth is replaced by savage cold; instead of such dear fellows as you, I see around me low-browed, broad-cheekboned Asiatics, sprung from the mating of Ural pig-iron with a beluga sturgeon... Sigh for my sake out of pity, as I now sigh for yours out of envy.
Сижу я теперь в Екатеринбурге; правая нога моя в Европе, а левая в Азии. Погода, выражаясь мягко, отвратительна... Увы, как изменилась жизнь моя! Белизну восемнадцатирублевых сорочек заменяет мне здесь снег, покрывающий мостовые; тепло заменяется жестоким холодом; вместо таких милых человеков, как Вы, я вижу вокруг себя лобастых и скуластых азиятов, происшедших от совокупления уральского чугуна с белугой... Вздохните по моему адресу из жалости, как я вздыхаю теперь из зависти к Вам.
I offer Sofya Vitalyevna my sincere respect and repeat my good wishes.
Свидетельствую Софье Виталиевне мое искреннее уважение и повторяю свои пожелания.
Be well, be happy, and do not forget
Будьте здоровы, счастливы и не забывайте
Вашего А. Чехова.

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