Letter · 1891

To M. P. Chekhova, 14 January 1891. Petersburg.

М. П. ЧЕХОВОЙ, 14 января 1891 г. Петербург

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A short, restless letter of 14 January 1891, from Petersburg, to Chekhov’s sister Maria Pavlovna ("Masha"), written during the same extended winter stay in Petersburg as the surrounding letters of this period – rounds of dinners, society calls, and fundraising talk for the Sakhalin schools, staying in the Suvorins’ orbit. Here the tone turns sharply from the earlier letters’ comic breeziness: Chekhov complains at length of being exhausted and of a vague, ill-defined hostility he senses around him, naming specific literary sniping (the critic Burenin, the writer Maslov/Bezhetsky, the writer Shcheglov) before moving, in the letter’s characteristic swerve, straight into small domestic and social items – a woman he’s tracking down in his building, a royalty payment, his health, an instruction about his sister’s employment, greetings and gossip, and finally the arrival of visitors.

Notable items: he reports the second edition of his story collection "Detvora" ("Children") and its 100-ruble payment; he tells Masha flatly that she will not go to work for Suvorin, "that is my will", and notes Suvorin’s fondness for her alongside his infatuation with Olga Kundasova; he sends a joking message to Lidia Yegorovna Mizyukova about avoiding pastries and the painter Levitan; and he records visits from the writer Ivan Shcheglov, the elder writer Grigorovich (reminiscing and pressing Chekhov for stories about Japanese women, a callback to his round-the-world voyage home from Sakhalin), and an arrival named Irakli whom he cannot yet reach because his telephone is broken. The "ballet" of is a wry self-description of the exhausting round of Petersburg social obligations, not a literal performance; "Ivan in Sudorogino" refers to his brother Ivan Pavlovich’s post at the village school there.

14 January 1891. Petersburg.
14 января 1891 г. Петербург
I’m worn out, like a ballerina after five acts and eight scenes. Dinners, letters I’m too lazy to answer, conversations, and all sorts of nonsense. Now I have to go off to dinner on Vasilyevsky Island, and I’m bored, and I need to work. I’ll live a few more days, see how it goes, and if the ballet keeps up I’ll leave for home or for Ivan’s in Sudorogino.
Я утомлен, как балерина после пяти действий и восьми картин. Обеды, письма, на которые лень отвечать, разговоры и всякая чепуха. Сейчас надо ехать обедать на Васильевский остров, а мне скучно, и надо работать. Поживу еще три дня, посмотрю, если балет будет продолжаться, то уеду домой или к Ивану в Судорогу.
I’m surrounded by a thick atmosphere of ill feeling, extremely vague and incomprehensible to me. They feed me dinners and sing me vulgar dithyrambs, and at the same time they’d be glad to eat me alive. What for? The devil only knows. If I shot myself, it would give great pleasure to nine-tenths of my friends and admirers. And how pettily they express their petty feelings! Burenin abuses me in his column, though it’s nowhere the custom to abuse one’s own colleagues in the papers; Maslov (Bezhetsky) won’t go to dinner at the Suvorins’; Shcheglov repeats every piece of gossip going round about me, and so on. It’s all terribly stupid and boring. Not people – some kind of mold.
Меня окружает густая атмосфера злого чувства, крайне неопределенного и для меня непонятного. Меня кормят обедами и поют мне пошлые дифирамбы и в то же время готовы меня съесть. За что? Чёрт их знает. Если бы я застрелился, то доставил бы этим большое удовольствие девяти десятым своих друзей и почитателей. И как мелко выражают свое мелкое чувство! Буренин ругает меня в фельетоне, хотя нигде не принято ругать в газетах своих же сотрудников; Маслов (Бежецкий) не ходит к Сувориным обедать; Щеглов рассказывает все ходящие про меня сплетни и т. д. Всё это ужасно глупо и скучно. Не люди, а какая-то плесень.
I’ve picked up Drishka’s trail. She lives in the same building as I do. Tomorrow I’ll see her.
Я напал на след Дришки. Она живет в том же доме, где и я. Завтра увижусь с ней.
My "Children" has come out in a second edition. On that account I got 100 rubles.
Моя "Детвора" вышла вторым изданием. По этому случаю получил 100 руб.
I’m well. Going to bed late.
Здоров. Ложусь поздно.
I spoke to Suvorin about you: you will not be working for him – that is my will. He likes you terribly, and he’s in love with Kundasova.
С Сувориным я говорил о тебе: ты у него служить не будешь – такова моя воля. Он тебе симпатизирует страшно, а в Кундасову влюблен.
Give my regards to Lidia Yegorovna Mizyukova. I’m waiting for the programs from her. Tell her not to eat flour and to steer clear of Levitan. She won’t find a better admirer than me, not in the Duma, not in high society.
Поклон Лидии Егоровне Мизюковой. Жду от нее программ. Скажи ей, чтобы она не ела мучного и избегала Левитана. Лучшего поклонника, как я, ей не найти ни в Думе, ни в высшем свете.
Shcheglov has just come in.
Пришел Щеглов.
Grigorovich came by yesterday; kissed me for a long time, told lies, and kept begging me to tell him about the Japanese women.
Вчера приходил Григорович; долго целовал меня, врал и всё просил рассказать ему про японок.
Irakli has arrived. I need to talk with him, but the telephone’s broken.
Приехал Ираклий. Нужно поговорить с ним, а телефон испортился.
Regards to everyone.
Кланяюсь всем.
Твой А. Чехов.

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