Letter · 1891

To I. P. Chekhov, 1891. Moscow.

И. П. ЧЕХОВУ, Февраль, после 7, 1891 г. Москва.

Headnote

A short letter of after 7 February 1891, from Moscow, to Chekhov’s brother Ivan Pavlovich ("Ivan," a schoolteacher), written soon after Chekhov’s return from Petersburg to Moscow.

Chekhov reports on his effort to get the pedagogue D. I. Tikhomirov and the Literacy Committee to assemble a library for the planned Sakhalin schools, notes the size of the resulting shipment of donated books, and mentions a 666-ruble debt to his publisher Suvorin for textbooks – a bill he dined with the wealthy Varvara Morozova hoping, but failing, to nerve himself to ask her to cover. He gives a brief report of home and work (writing is going easily for the moment), asks after the newspaper subscription, and closes with a mock-solicitous warning to Ivan about broken glass underfoot if he comes home drunk at night. A postscript reports that his mongoose, recently ill, has recovered and is back to its usual mischief.

After 7 February 1891. Moscow.
Февраль, после 7, 1891 г. Москва.
I asked the well-known pedagogue D. I. Tikhomirov to ask the Literacy Committee to gather up and send a library to Sakhalin. You will see the answer on the back of this. In general, a devil’s own quantity of books has been sent off. By the account I owe Suvorin 666 rubles for textbooks. I dined yesterday at the millionairess Morozova’s, meaning to ask her to settle that account, but my tongue cleaved to the roof of my mouth; I shall wait a while.
Я просил известного педагога Д. И. Тихомирова попросить Комитет грамотности, чтобы тот собрал и отправил на Сахалин библиотеку. Ответ узришь на обороте сего. Вообще книг отправлена чёртова пропасть. По счету приходится уплатить Суворину за учебники 666 руб. Обедал вчера у миллионерши Морозовой, хотел просить ее уплатить по этому счету, но язык прильпе к гортани; подожду.
Everyone here is well. I have come home and am writing hard. So far it is going smooth as butter, but what will come of it later I do not know. Life is on the dull side, generally. Are you getting the newspaper?
Все наши здоровы. Я приехал домой и усердно пишу. Пишется пока как по маслу, а что будет потом, не знаю. В общем живется скучновато. Получаешь ли газету?
Keep well and in one piece, and when you’re drunk at night, mind you don’t fall on the broken bottle-glass, of which there is probably no shortage in Dubasovo.
Будь здоров и невредим и ночью пьяный не упади на бутылочные осколки, которых в Дубасове, вероятно, много.
I shake your hand hard.
Крепко жму руку.
Yours, A. Chekhov.
Твой А. Чехов.
The mongoose was sick and dying, but now he is well and raising hell.
Мангус был болен и околевал, но теперь здоров и бунтует.

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