Letter 3512 - Revision history

Brett: Text replacement - "penny" to "kopek"

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Text replacement - "penny" to "kopek"

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	{{centre\|Dear friend!}}		{{centre\|Dear friend!}}
	It's an effort to muster myself to write, and that's because I'm a little unwell, as a result of which I'm sitting at home. I'm tired to the utmost degree and cursing this awful, hellish way of life. You can't imagine how exhausted I am here. Not a single hour passes without a visit, or receiving guests, and I'm barely out of my frock coat. I'm much pestered by various gentleman, importuning me with concerts, meaning to exploit the passion of the French for everything Russian. In particular I'm now being pestered by ''Krotkov'', who runs the opera. I had brilliant success at both ''[[Colonne]]'' concerts, and my star has risen terribly, but I haven't received and won't be receiving a ~~penny~~ — on the contrary, I'm spending more than ever. This is the last time I'm going by myself; ultimately I'll take on a secretary who could look after my interests. This whole time I've wasted a great deal of money and even more strength and health; although I've acquired a little glory, every moment I ask myself: what for, is it worth it? etc. And I came to the conclusion that living contentedly, but without glory, is far better than leading this hectic life. After [[London]] they're demanding that I conduct various patriotic concerts here, but I've decided to hell with it, and I'm taking flight. Please, ask [[Osip Ivanovich]] at the start of Lent to collect the money from the [[Petersburg]] theatre, and bank it yourself in [[Moscow]]. I'll be needing money again soon.		It's an effort to muster myself to write, and that's because I'm a little unwell, as a result of which I'm sitting at home. I'm tired to the utmost degree and cursing this awful, hellish way of life. You can't imagine how exhausted I am here. Not a single hour passes without a visit, or receiving guests, and I'm barely out of my frock coat. I'm much pestered by various gentleman, importuning me with concerts, meaning to exploit the passion of the French for everything Russian. In particular I'm now being pestered by ''Krotkov'', who runs the opera. I had brilliant success at both ''[[Colonne]]'' concerts, and my star has risen terribly, but I haven't received and won't be receiving a kopek — on the contrary, I'm spending more than ever. This is the last time I'm going by myself; ultimately I'll take on a secretary who could look after my interests. This whole time I've wasted a great deal of money and even more strength and health; although I've acquired a little glory, every moment I ask myself: what for, is it worth it? etc. And I came to the conclusion that living contentedly, but without glory, is far better than leading this hectic life. After [[London]] they're demanding that I conduct various patriotic concerts here, but I've decided to hell with it, and I'm taking flight. Please, ask [[Osip Ivanovich]] at the start of Lent to collect the money from the [[Petersburg]] theatre, and bank it yourself in [[Moscow]]. I'll be needing money again soon.

	I kiss and embrace all my dear friends.		I kiss and embrace all my dear friends.
	{{right\|Yours, P. Tchaikovsky}}		{{right\|Yours, P. Tchaikovsky}}
	}}		}}

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{{letterhead
|Date=1/13 March 1888
|To=[[Pyotr Jurgenson]]
|Place=[[Paris]]
|Language=Russian
|Autograph=[[Klin]] (Russia): {{RUS-KLč}} (a{{sup|3}}, No. 2596)
|Publication={{bib|1902/25|Жизнь Петра Ильича Чайковского ; том 3}} (1902), p. 233 (abridged)<br/>{{bib|1952/58|П. И. Чайковский. Переписка с П. И. Юргенсоном ; том 2}} (1952), p. 85–86<br/>{{bib|1974/53|П. И. Чайковский. Полное собрание сочинений ; том XIV}} (1974), p. 379
}}
==Text and Translation==
{{Lettertext
|Language=Russian
|Translator=Brett Langston
|Original text={{right|13/1 марта [18]88 г[ода]}}
{{centre|Милый друг!}}
Насилу-то я собрался написать, и то благодаря маленькому нездоровью, вследствие которого сижу дома. Я утомлён до последней степени и проклинаю этот ужасный, адский образ жизни. Ты не можешь себе представить, до чего меня здесь замучили. Ни единого часа я не провожу без того, чтобы не быть в гостях, не принимать гостей, и из фрака почти не выхожу. Очень мне надоедают разные господа, собирающиеся эксплуатировать увлеченье французов всем русским и пристающие с концертами. Теперь надоедает особенно ''Кротков'', который оперу содержал. Оба концерта у ''Colonn''а имели блестящий успех, и слава моя страшно выросла, но денег я не получил и не получу ни копейки, напротив—больше прежнего их трачу. В последний раз я езжу один; впоследствии буду брать секретаря, который хлопотал бы о моих выгодах. Я истратил за все это время очень много денег и ещё больше сил и здоровья—а приобрёл немножко славы, но ежеминутно себя спрашиваю: зачем, стоит ли? и т. д. И прихожу к заключению, что жить без славы, но покойно гораздо лучше, чем вести эту бешеную жизнь. После Лондона требуют, чтобы я здесь дирижировал разными патриотическими концертами, — но я решил плюнуть на всех их и удрать. Пожалуйста, попроси в начале поста Осипа Ив[ановича] взять деньги из театра в Петербурге, а сам получи в Москве. Скоро мне опять потребуются деньги.

Целую, обнимаю всех милых друзей.
{{right|Твой, П. Чайковский}}

|Translated text={{right|13/1 March 1888 г[ода]}}
{{centre|Dear friend!}}
It's an effort to muster myself to write, and that's because I'm a little unwell, as a result of which I'm sitting at home. I'm tired to the utmost degree and cursing this awful, hellish way of life. You can't imagine how exhausted I am here. Not a single hour passes without a visit, or receiving guests, and I'm barely out of my frock coat. I'm much pestered by various gentleman, importuning me with concerts, meaning to exploit the passion of the French for everything Russian. In particular I'm now being pestered by ''Krotkov'', who runs the opera. I had brilliant success at both ''[[Colonne]]'' concerts, and my star has risen terribly, but I haven't received and won't be receiving a penny — on the contrary, I'm spending more than ever. This is the last time I'm going by myself; ultimately I'll take on a secretary who could look after my interests. This whole time I've wasted a great deal of money and even more strength and health; although I've acquired a little glory, every moment I ask myself: what for, is it worth it? etc. And I came to the conclusion that living contentedly, but without glory, is far better than leading this hectic life. After [[London]] they're demanding that I conduct various patriotic concerts here, but I've decided to hell with it, and I'm taking flight. Please, ask [[Osip Ivanovich]] at the start of Lent to collect the money from the [[Petersburg]] theatre, and bank it yourself in [[Moscow]]. I'll be needing money again soon.

I kiss and embrace all my dear friends.
{{right|Yours, P. Tchaikovsky}}
}}