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	\|Translated text={{right\|''[[Cologne]]''<br/>30 January/11 February 1889}}		\|Translated text={{right\|''[[Cologne]]''<br/>30 January/11 February 1889}}
	30 January! This is terrible! Two more months!!! From morning to evening my only thought is about how time could pass more quickly and how I can survive until 8th April (new style). I'm terribly homesick, to the point of despair and madness. Perhaps it will pass. I spent three days in [[Berlin]]. This is my second day here. The first rehearsal was today; it went very well; the orchestra is excellent, and the three hours I spent there were very pleasant, except for the initial agitation and embarrassment. But as soon as I came home, the same homesickness and the same persistent desire to fly to 8 April started up. Were it not for [[Vasily Sapelnikov\|Vasya]], I surely wouldn't have made it this far, and I would have been home ten days after the [[Berlin]] concert. But the thought of [[Vasily Sapelnikov\|Vasya]] stops me. If I were rich, then I'd write it off. But anyway, I repeat, perhaps all this will pass. The concert is tomorrow, the day after I'm going to [[Frankfurt]], two days after that to [[Dresden]], from [[Dresden]] for 2 days in [[~~Lepzig~~]] to meet [[Brodsky]], then to [[Berlin]] and [[Hamburg]]. Then I'll have 8 days of rest; I'm very much counting on them, and thinking of staying near ''[[Geneva]]'' and working. Then it's [[Paris]], where I'll eagerly wait for [[Vasily Sapelnikov\|Vasya]].		30 January! This is terrible! Two more months!!! From morning to evening my only thought is about how time could pass more quickly and how I can survive until 8th April (new style). I'm terribly homesick, to the point of despair and madness. Perhaps it will pass. I spent three days in [[Berlin]]. This is my second day here. The first rehearsal was today; it went very well; the orchestra is excellent, and the three hours I spent there were very pleasant, except for the initial agitation and embarrassment. But as soon as I came home, the same homesickness and the same persistent desire to fly to 8 April started up. Were it not for [[Vasily Sapelnikov\|Vasya]], I surely wouldn't have made it this far, and I would have been home ten days after the [[Berlin]] concert. But the thought of [[Vasily Sapelnikov\|Vasya]] stops me. If I were rich, then I'd write it off. But anyway, I repeat, perhaps all this will pass. The concert is tomorrow, the day after I'm going to [[Frankfurt]], two days after that to [[Dresden]], from [[Dresden]] for 2 days in [[Leipzig]] to meet [[Brodsky]], then to [[Berlin]] and [[Hamburg]]. Then I'll have 8 days of rest; I'm very much counting on them, and thinking of staying near ''[[Geneva]]'' and working. Then it's [[Paris]], where I'll eagerly wait for [[Vasily Sapelnikov\|Vasya]].

	I kiss you, golubchik [[Modya]]! Last night I had a dream about [[Bob]], in unusually poetic circumstances, and I've been remembering him continually today. I kiss [[Nikolay Konradi\|Kolichik]] tenderly.		I kiss you, golubchik [[Modya]]! Last night I had a dream about [[Bob]], in unusually poetic circumstances, and I've been remembering him continually today. I kiss [[Nikolay Konradi\|Kolichik]] tenderly.
	{{right\|P. Tchaikovsky}}		{{right\|P. Tchaikovsky}}
	}}		}}

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	\|Publication={{bib\|1902/25\|Жизнь Петра Ильича Чайковского ; том 3}} (1902), p. 291 (abridged)<br/>{{bib\|1955/37\|П. И. Чайковский. Письма к близким}} (1955), p. 413<br/>{{bib\|1976/64\|П. И. Чайковский. Полное собрание сочинений ; том XV–А}} (1976), p. 37–38<br/>{{bib\|1981/81\|Piotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. Letters to his family. An autobiography}} (1981), p. 414 (English translation)		\|Publication={{bib\|1902/25\|Жизнь Петра Ильича Чайковского ; том 3}} (1902), p. 291 (abridged)<br/>{{bib\|1955/37\|П. И. Чайковский. Письма к близким}} (1955), p. 413<br/>{{bib\|1976/64\|П. И. Чайковский. Полное собрание сочинений ; том XV–А}} (1976), p. 37–38<br/>{{bib\|1981/81\|Piotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. Letters to his family. An autobiography}} (1981), p. 414 (English translation)
	}}		}}
	==Text==		==Text and Translation==
	{{Lettertext		{{Lettertext
	\|Language=Russian		\|Language=Russian
	\|Translator=		\|Translator=Brett Langston
	\|Original text={{right\|''Кёльн''<br/>30 января/11 февр[аля 18]89}}		\|Original text={{right\|''Кёльн''<br/>30 января/11 февр[аля 18]89}}
	30 января! Это ужасно! Ещё два месяца!!! С утра до вечера я только и думаю о том, как бы скорее прошло время и как бы дожить до 8-го апр[еля] по новому стилю! Скучаю ужасно, до отчаяния и безумия. Может быть, потом обойдётся. В Берлине провёл трое суток. Здесь нахожусь уже второй день. Сегодня была первая репетиция. На репетиции шло очень хорошо; оркестр превосходнейший, и три часа, проведённые там, были очень приятны, за исключением первого волнения и конфуза. Но как только я пришёл домой, началась та же тоска и то же упорное стремление перелететь на 8 апреля. Если б не Вася, то я бы наверное не дотянул бы до тех пор и уехал бы через дней десять после берлинского концерта домой. Но мысль о Васе удерживает меня. Будь я богат, я бы выписал его. А, впрочем, повторяю, может быть, все это пройдёт. Завтра концерт, послезавтра еду в Франкфурт, через два дня потом в Дрезден, из Дрездена на 2 дня в Лейпциг для свидания с Бродским, потом Берлин, Гамбург. Потом будет дней 8 отдыха; я на них очень рассчитываю и думаю жить около ''Женевы'' и работать. Потом Париж, где буду ждать с восторгом Васю!		30 января! Это ужасно! Ещё два месяца!!! С утра до вечера я только и думаю о том, как бы скорее прошло время и как бы дожить до 8-го апр[еля] по новому стилю! Скучаю ужасно, до отчаяния и безумия. Может быть, потом обойдётся. В Берлине провёл трое суток. Здесь нахожусь уже второй день. Сегодня была первая репетиция. На репетиции шло очень хорошо; оркестр превосходнейший, и три часа, проведённые там, были очень приятны, за исключением первого волнения и конфуза. Но как только я пришёл домой, началась та же тоска и то же упорное стремление перелететь на 8 апреля. Если б не Вася, то я бы наверное не дотянул бы до тех пор и уехал бы через дней десять после берлинского концерта домой. Но мысль о Васе удерживает меня. Будь я богат, я бы выписал его. А, впрочем, повторяю, может быть, все это пройдёт. Завтра концерт, послезавтра еду в Франкфурт, через два дня потом в Дрезден, из Дрездена на 2 дня в Лейпциг для свидания с Бродским, потом Берлин, Гамбург. Потом будет дней 8 отдыха; я на них очень рассчитываю и думаю жить около ''Женевы'' и работать. Потом Париж, где буду ждать с восторгом Васю!
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	\|Translated text=		\|Translated text={{right\|''[[Cologne]]''<br/>30 January/11 February 1889}}
			30 January! This is terrible! Two more months!!! From morning to evening my only thought is about how time could pass more quickly and how I can survive until 8th April (new style). I'm terribly homesick, to the point of despair and madness. Perhaps it will pass. I spent three days in [[Berlin]]. This is my second day here. The first rehearsal was today; it went very well; the orchestra is excellent, and the three hours I spent there were very pleasant, except for the initial agitation and embarrassment. But as soon as I came home, the same homesickness and the same persistent desire to fly to 8 April started up. Were it not for [[Vasily Sapelnikov\|Vasya]], I surely wouldn't have made it this far, and I would have been home ten days after the [[Berlin]] concert. But the thought of [[Vasily Sapelnikov\|Vasya]] stops me. If I were rich, then I'd write it off. But anyway, I repeat, perhaps all this will pass. The concert is tomorrow, the day after I'm going to [[Frankfurt]], two days after that to [[Dresden]], from [[Dresden]] for 2 days in [[Lepzig]] to meet [[Brodsky]], then to [[Berlin]] and [[Hamburg]]. Then I'll have 8 days of rest; I'm very much counting on them, and thinking of staying near ''[[Geneva]]'' and working. Then it's [[Paris]], where I'll eagerly wait for [[Vasily Sapelnikov\|Vasya]].

			I kiss you, golubchik [[Modya]]! Last night I had a dream about [[Bob]], in unusually poetic circumstances, and I've been remembering him continually today. I kiss [[Nikolay Konradi\|Kolichik]] tenderly.
			{{right\|P. Tchaikovsky}}
	}}		}}

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{{letterhead
|Date=30 January/11 February 1889
|To=[[Modest Tchaikovsky]]
|Place=[[Cologne]]
|Language=Russian
|Autograph=[[Klin]] (Russia): {{RUS-KLč}} (a{{sup|3}}, No. 1901)
|Publication={{bib|1902/25|Жизнь Петра Ильича Чайковского ; том 3}} (1902), p. 291 (abridged)<br/>{{bib|1955/37|П. И. Чайковский. Письма к близким}} (1955), p. 413<br/>{{bib|1976/64|П. И. Чайковский. Полное собрание сочинений ; том XV–А}} (1976), p. 37–38<br/>{{bib|1981/81|Piotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. Letters to his family. An autobiography}} (1981), p. 414 (English translation)
}}
==Text==
{{Lettertext
|Language=Russian
|Translator=
|Original text={{right|''Кёльн''<br/>30 января/11 февр[аля 18]89}}
30 января! Это ужасно! Ещё два месяца!!! С утра до вечера я только и думаю о том, как бы скорее прошло время и как бы дожить до 8-го апр[еля] по новому стилю! Скучаю ужасно, до отчаяния и безумия. Может быть, потом обойдётся. В Берлине провёл трое суток. Здесь нахожусь уже второй день. Сегодня была первая репетиция. На репетиции шло очень хорошо; оркестр превосходнейший, и три часа, проведённые там, были очень приятны, за исключением первого волнения и конфуза. Но как только я пришёл домой, началась та же тоска и то же упорное стремление перелететь на 8 апреля. Если б не Вася, то я бы наверное не дотянул бы до тех пор и уехал бы через дней десять после берлинского концерта домой. Но мысль о Васе удерживает меня. Будь я богат, я бы выписал его. А, впрочем, повторяю, может быть, все это пройдёт. Завтра концерт, послезавтра еду в Франкфурт, через два дня потом в Дрезден, из Дрездена на 2 дня в Лейпциг для свидания с Бродским, потом Берлин, Гамбург. Потом будет дней 8 отдыха; я на них очень рассчитываю и думаю жить около ''Женевы'' и работать. Потом Париж, где буду ждать с восторгом Васю!

Целую тебя, голубчик Модя! Сегодня всю ночь видел во сне Боба, при необычайно поэтической обстановке, и беспрестанно его сегодня вспоминаю. Количку нежно целую.
{{right|П. Чайковский}}

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	\|Translated text={{right\|''[[Cologne]]''<br/>30 January/11 February 1889}}		\|Translated text={{right\|''[[Cologne]]''<br/>30 January/11 February 1889}}
	30 January! This is terrible! Two more months!!! From morning to evening my only thought is about how time could pass more quickly and how I can survive until 8th April (new style). I'm terribly homesick, to the point of despair and madness. Perhaps it will pass. I spent three days in [[Berlin]]. This is my second day here. The first rehearsal was today; it went very well; the orchestra is excellent, and the three hours I spent there were very pleasant, except for the initial agitation and embarrassment. But as soon as I came home, the same homesickness and the same persistent desire to fly to 8 April started up. Were it not for [[Vasily Sapelnikov\|Vasya]], I surely wouldn't have made it this far, and I would have been home ten days after the [[Berlin]] concert. But the thought of [[Vasily Sapelnikov\|Vasya]] stops me. If I were rich, then I'd write it off. But anyway, I repeat, perhaps all this will pass. The concert is tomorrow, the day after I'm going to [[Frankfurt]], two days after that to [[Dresden]], from [[Dresden]] for 2 days in [[~~Lepzig~~]] to meet [[Brodsky]], then to [[Berlin]] and [[Hamburg]]. Then I'll have 8 days of rest; I'm very much counting on them, and thinking of staying near ''[[Geneva]]'' and working. Then it's [[Paris]], where I'll eagerly wait for [[Vasily Sapelnikov\|Vasya]].		30 January! This is terrible! Two more months!!! From morning to evening my only thought is about how time could pass more quickly and how I can survive until 8th April (new style). I'm terribly homesick, to the point of despair and madness. Perhaps it will pass. I spent three days in [[Berlin]]. This is my second day here. The first rehearsal was today; it went very well; the orchestra is excellent, and the three hours I spent there were very pleasant, except for the initial agitation and embarrassment. But as soon as I came home, the same homesickness and the same persistent desire to fly to 8 April started up. Were it not for [[Vasily Sapelnikov\|Vasya]], I surely wouldn't have made it this far, and I would have been home ten days after the [[Berlin]] concert. But the thought of [[Vasily Sapelnikov\|Vasya]] stops me. If I were rich, then I'd write it off. But anyway, I repeat, perhaps all this will pass. The concert is tomorrow, the day after I'm going to [[Frankfurt]], two days after that to [[Dresden]], from [[Dresden]] for 2 days in [[Leipzig]] to meet [[Brodsky]], then to [[Berlin]] and [[Hamburg]]. Then I'll have 8 days of rest; I'm very much counting on them, and thinking of staying near ''[[Geneva]]'' and working. Then it's [[Paris]], where I'll eagerly wait for [[Vasily Sapelnikov\|Vasya]].

	I kiss you, golubchik [[Modya]]! Last night I had a dream about [[Bob]], in unusually poetic circumstances, and I've been remembering him continually today. I kiss [[Nikolay Konradi\|Kolichik]] tenderly.		I kiss you, golubchik [[Modya]]! Last night I had a dream about [[Bob]], in unusually poetic circumstances, and I've been remembering him continually today. I kiss [[Nikolay Konradi\|Kolichik]] tenderly.
	{{right\|P. Tchaikovsky}}		{{right\|P. Tchaikovsky}}
	}}		}}