Letter · 1890

To G. M. Chekhov, 29 December 1890. Moscow.

Г. М. ЧЕХОВУ, 29 декабря 1890 г. Москва.

Headnote

1 Written from Moscow on 29 December 1890 to Georgy Mitrofanovich Chekhov ("Zhorzh"), Anton’s cousin in Taganrog, son of his uncle Mitrofan Yegorovich Chekhov. This is Chekhov’s first letter to Georgy since his return from the Sakhalin expedition – he had reached Odessa by sea and then Moscow by rail in early December – and it gives his Taganrog family the belated, condensed version of the trip he had already begun recounting at length to Suvorin (compare, written three weeks earlier and far more expansive).

2 He opens apologizing for the delay in answering letters from Georgy and from Georgy’s father, blaming the constant stream of visitors since his return – a comic complaint that he now understands what his uncle Mitrofan Yegorovich puts up with in the shop, where any talkative monk or "great man" wanting an audience interrupts him the moment he tries to write or read.

3 He reports himself alive, well, and financially unscathed by the trip (he had feared debt), and notes with some pride that across eight months of hardship he was never ill and lost nothing but a penknife – a plainer, more domestic register than the harsher retrospective verdict ("hellish") he gave Suvorin about Sakhalin itself.

4 A compressed travel summary: the 4500-verst overland crossing of Siberia by horse, three months and three days on Sakhalin, the sea passage home by Volunteer Fleet steamer through Hong Kong, Singapore, Ceylon, Mount Sinai, Port Said, the Greek Archipelago, and Constantinople, closing with a joke that the Greeks of the Archipelago – exporters of olives and Santorini wine – are held to be great swindlers and ignoramuses everywhere except Taganrog (a wink at Taganrog’s substantial Greek merchant community, playing to a correspondent who would get the joke). He adds that he is immune to seasickness even in heavy weather.

5 Family and social notes: praise (via his brother Misha) for Georgy and for "Volodya," with a joking aside about Volodya’s height being inconvenient for a future metropolitan needing his mitre fitted by shorter deacons; a plan to ask P. I. Tchaikovsky, now (Chekhov jokes) Russia’s second-ranked celebrity after Lev Tolstoy – with Chekhov placing himself, self-deprecatingly, at No. 877 – whether the composer had called on the Chekhovs’ Taganrog house; and a complaint about a cask of Santorini wine sent as a gift by "Father Korf," which he says he can no longer stomach.

6 Closing: a request for a longer letter in return, a promise to visit Taganrog in spring or summer, extensive greetings to the uncle, aunt, the seminary, "both girls," and "Irinushka" (household/family members not further identified in this letter), and the family’s return greetings before the signature.

9 the source is a single continuous letter – one formal dateline (section 1) followed by Chekhov’s own brief informal dateline (section 2, a doubling pattern already documented elsewhere in this correspondence, e.g.), then an unbroken sequence of paragraphs on a single occasion, closing greetings, a family postscript-style regard, and a signature.

29 December 1890. Moscow.
29 декабря 1890 г. Москва.
29 December.
29 декабрь.
Thank you, my dear fellow, you and all of yours, for remembering me. In Odessa I got a letter from your papa, and on arriving in Moscow, one from you. I haven’t answered either of you until now, because I’ve been dreadfully pestered. People of every rank keep coming, coming, endlessly coming to see me, and endlessly talking. I’ve come to resemble your papa now, who has only to pick up a pen or a book for some talkative monk or great man itching to wag his tongue to walk into the shop.
Спасибо, дорогой мой, тебе и всем твоим за память обо мне. В Одессе я получил письмо от твоего папы, а по приезде в Москву от тебя. Не отвечал до сих пор Вам обоим, потому что мешают мне ужасно. Ходят, ходят, без конца ходят ко мне всякого звания люди и без конца разговаривают. Я теперь уподобился твоему папе, которому стоит только взяться за перо или за книгу, чтобы в лавку вошел какой-нибудь словоохотливый монах или великий человек, которому хочется почесать язык.
Well then, I’m alive and well; on getting back I found everyone at home in good health. I thought the trip would land us in debt, but God spared us that too. Everything turned out as fortunately as if I hadn’t gone at all. It’s remarkable that in the whole eight months of my journey, with all its unavoidable hardships, I was never once ill, and of my things I lost only one little penknife.
Ну-с, я жив и здоров; вернувшись, застал всех дома здоровыми. Думал, что поездка заставит нас влезть в долги, но и от этого бог избавил. Всё обошлось так благополучно, как будто я и не ездил. Замечательно, что во всё время моего восьмимесячного путешествия, сопряженного с неизбежными лишениями, я ни разу не был болен и из вещей потерял один только ножичек.
To tell you about my journey is as hard as counting the leaves on a tree. It would take several evenings. I traveled across the whole of Siberia, covering 4500 versts by horse, lived on Sakhalin three months and three days, then came back by steamer of the Volunteer Fleet. I was in Hong Kong, in Singapore, on the island of Ceylon, saw Mount Sinai, was in Port Said, saw the islands of the Archipelago, from which they ship us olives, Santorini wine, and long-nosed Greeks, who, incidentally, are considered great swindlers and ignoramuses everywhere in the world except Taganrog; I saw Constantinople. Along the way I had to endure pitching and rolling, monsoons and nor’easters of every kind, but I’m not subject to seasickness, and in the heaviest swell I ate with as good an appetite as in a calm.
Рассказать тебе о своем путешествии так же трудно, как сосчитать листья на дереве. Для этого нужно несколько вечеров. Проехал я через всю Сибирь, отмахав на лошадях 4500 верст, прожил на Сахалине 3 месяца и 3 дня, потом возвращался на пароходе Добровольного флота. Был я в Гонг-Конге, в Сингапуре, на острове Цейлоне, видел гору Синай, был в Порт-Саиде, видел острова Архипелага, откуда доставляют нам маслины, сантуринское вино и длинноносых греков, которых, кстати сказать, во всем свете, кроме Таганрога, считают большими мошенниками и невеждами; видел я Константинополь. Приходилось на пути испытать качку, всякого рода муссоны и норд-осты, но морской болезни я не подвержен и во время сильной качки ел с таким же аппетитом, как и в штиль.
Misha tells me a great deal that’s good about you. I’m sincerely glad for you. Glad for Volodya too. Has he grown taller than you? That’s not good. When he becomes a metropolitan, the short deacons will have a hard time fitting the mitre onto him.
Миша рассказывает о тебе много хорошего. Радуюсь за тебя искренно. Радуюсь и за Володю. Он стал выше тебя ростом? Это нехорошо. Когда он будет митрополитом, то низеньким дьяконам будет трудно надевать на него митру.
When I see P. I. Tchaikovsky, I’ll ask him about you. What was he doing at your place in Taganrog? Was he at your house? In Petersburg and in Moscow he now ranks as celebrity No. 2. Number one is reckoned to be Lev Tolstoy, and I’m No. 877.
Когда увижусь с П. И. Чайковским, то спрошу его о тебе. Что он делал у вас в Таганроге? Был ли он у вас в доме? В Питере и в Москве он составляет теперь знаменитость No 2. Номером первым считается Лев Толстой, а я No 877.
Father Korf sent me a little cask of Santorini wine as a gift. No offense meant, but what nasty wine! I’ve grown unused to it.
Прислали мне с о. Корфу в подарок бочонок сантуринского вина. Не в обиду будь сказано, какое противное вино! Я отвык от него.
Write me a fuller letter, don’t spare your stomach or the paper. Lay it on for three sheets.
Напиши мне письмо поподробнее, не щадя живота и бумаги. Валяй на трех листах.
In spring or summer I’ll be in Taganrog.
Весною или летом буду в Таганроге.
To uncle, to aunt, to the seminary, to both girls and to Irinushka, my deepest bow and a thousand heartfelt wishes. Be well, happy and wise, and, above all, kind.
Дяде, тете, семинарии, обеим девочкам и Иринушке нижайший поклон и тысяча сердечных пожеланий. Будь здоров, счастлив и мудр, а главное добр.
The whole family sends you their regards.
Вся семья тебе кланяется.
Yours, A. Chekhov.
Твой А. Чехов.

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