Letter 97 - Revision history

Tony: "soiree" to "soirée" for consistency / "idemtity" to "identity"

2024-01-26T12:06:59Z

"soiree" to "soirée" for consistency / "idemtity" to "identity"

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	\|Translated text={{right\|1 December 1866}}		\|Translated text={{right\|1 December 1866}}
	My golubchik! I haven't written to you in ages; don't be angry, because you have no right to be angry. You should know that... etc. I've just come back from a ~~soiree~~ at which I listened to excellent things by [[Schumann]] performed by [[Laub]] and [[Nikolay Rubinstein\|Rubinstein]]; after the music there was a magnificent supper, because of which I'm writing this letter with some difficulty.		My golubchik! I haven't written to you in ages; don't be angry, because you have no right to be angry. You should know that... etc. I've just come back from a soirée at which I listened to excellent things by [[Schumann]] performed by [[Laub]] and [[Nikolay Rubinstein\|Rubinstein]]; after the music there was a magnificent supper, because of which I'm writing this letter with some difficulty.

	Kross came here last week. He stayed with us; I spent 4 days with him inseparably; we went on quite a binge, which led to me spending a fair amount of money. This revelry culminated on Sunday in a masquerade at the Bolshoi Theatre. I enjoyed myself quite a lot; I was utterly intrigued all evening by someone whose ~~idemtity~~ behind the mask I did not know, but who was nevertheless interesting and familiar to me. Then I joined [[Nikolay Rubinstein\|Rubinstein]] and dined with him and his mask, and we drank an awful lot (except me, by the way), so that I had to take [[Nikolay Rubinstein\|Rubinstein]] completely drunk; it was the first time I've seen him in such an awfully drunken state. The next day I had a terrible headache, and I could barely sit in my class. I also met a few times with Közel, who's going to [[Petersburg]] in a few days and will bring my pictures to [[Sasha]] and the Davydovs. I'm going to have a big portrait done for Papa, which will be photographed in a few days; be sure to give it to him. Just imagine that all this time (i.e. two months) I was sure that Aunt Katya had died, based on the fact that you never wrote to me about her, and I put this down to the fact that you didn't want to upset me. I first had news of her in [[Modya]]'s letter saying that he was enjoying himself there on 24 November, and you can't imagine how happy I was that she was alive and in good spirits. Kiss her from me, and don't mention my foolish assumption. Anyway, the thought of someone in [[Petersburg]] dying constantly and relentlessly haunts me like a nightmare; and if you don't want this nonsense to creep into my imagination, thanks to you and your silence, then write at least a couple of words every week. I'm coming to [[Petersburg]] on the morning of the 25th, provided I remain alive and well.		Kross came here last week. He stayed with us; I spent 4 days with him inseparably; we went on quite a binge, which led to me spending a fair amount of money. This revelry culminated on Sunday in a masquerade at the Bolshoi Theatre. I enjoyed myself quite a lot; I was utterly intrigued all evening by someone whose identity behind the mask I did not know, but who was nevertheless interesting and familiar to me. Then I joined [[Nikolay Rubinstein\|Rubinstein]] and dined with him and his mask, and we drank an awful lot (except me, by the way), so that I had to take [[Nikolay Rubinstein\|Rubinstein]] completely drunk; it was the first time I've seen him in such an awfully drunken state. The next day I had a terrible headache, and I could barely sit in my class. I also met a few times with Közel, who's going to [[Petersburg]] in a few days and will bring my pictures to [[Sasha]] and the Davydovs. I'm going to have a big portrait done for Papa, which will be photographed in a few days; be sure to give it to him. Just imagine that all this time (i.e. two months) I was sure that Aunt Katya had died, based on the fact that you never wrote to me about her, and I put this down to the fact that you didn't want to upset me. I first had news of her in [[Modya]]'s letter saying that he was enjoying himself there on 24 November, and you can't imagine how happy I was that she was alive and in good spirits. Kiss her from me, and don't mention my foolish assumption. Anyway, the thought of someone in [[Petersburg]] dying constantly and relentlessly haunts me like a nightmare; and if you don't want this nonsense to creep into my imagination, thanks to you and your silence, then write at least a couple of words every week. I'm coming to [[Petersburg]] on the morning of the 25th, provided I remain alive and well.
	}}		}}
	{{DEFAULTSORT:Letter 0097}}		{{DEFAULTSORT:Letter 0097}}

Brett: Text replacement - "cards" to "pictures"

2024-01-26T11:31:34Z

Text replacement - "cards" to "pictures"

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	My golubchik! I haven't written to you in ages; don't be angry, because you have no right to be angry. You should know that... etc. I've just come back from a soiree at which I listened to excellent things by [[Schumann]] performed by [[Laub]] and [[Nikolay Rubinstein\|Rubinstein]]; after the music there was a magnificent supper, because of which I'm writing this letter with some difficulty.		My golubchik! I haven't written to you in ages; don't be angry, because you have no right to be angry. You should know that... etc. I've just come back from a soiree at which I listened to excellent things by [[Schumann]] performed by [[Laub]] and [[Nikolay Rubinstein\|Rubinstein]]; after the music there was a magnificent supper, because of which I'm writing this letter with some difficulty.

	Kross came here last week. He stayed with us; I spent 4 days with him inseparably; we went on quite a binge, which led to me spending a fair amount of money. This revelry culminated on Sunday in a masquerade at the Bolshoi Theatre. I enjoyed myself quite a lot; I was utterly intrigued all evening by someone whose idemtity behind the mask I did not know, but who was nevertheless interesting and familiar to me. Then I joined [[Nikolay Rubinstein\|Rubinstein]] and dined with him and his mask, and we drank an awful lot (except me, by the way), so that I had to take [[Nikolay Rubinstein\|Rubinstein]] completely drunk; it was the first time I've seen him in such an awfully drunken state. The next day I had a terrible headache, and I could barely sit in my class. I also met a few times with Közel, who's going to [[Petersburg]] in a few days and will bring my ~~cards~~ to [[Sasha]] and the Davydovs. I'm going to have a big portrait done for Papa, which will be photographed in a few days; be sure to give it to him. Just imagine that all this time (i.e. two months) I was sure that Aunt Katya had died, based on the fact that you never wrote to me about her, and I put this down to the fact that you didn't want to upset me. I first had news of her in [[Modya]]'s letter saying that he was enjoying himself there on 24 November, and you can't imagine how happy I was that she was alive and in good spirits. Kiss her from me, and don't mention my foolish assumption. Anyway, the thought of someone in [[Petersburg]] dying constantly and relentlessly haunts me like a nightmare; and if you don't want this nonsense to creep into my imagination, thanks to you and your silence, then write at least a couple of words every week. I'm coming to [[Petersburg]] on the morning of the 25th, provided I remain alive and well.		Kross came here last week. He stayed with us; I spent 4 days with him inseparably; we went on quite a binge, which led to me spending a fair amount of money. This revelry culminated on Sunday in a masquerade at the Bolshoi Theatre. I enjoyed myself quite a lot; I was utterly intrigued all evening by someone whose idemtity behind the mask I did not know, but who was nevertheless interesting and familiar to me. Then I joined [[Nikolay Rubinstein\|Rubinstein]] and dined with him and his mask, and we drank an awful lot (except me, by the way), so that I had to take [[Nikolay Rubinstein\|Rubinstein]] completely drunk; it was the first time I've seen him in such an awfully drunken state. The next day I had a terrible headache, and I could barely sit in my class. I also met a few times with Közel, who's going to [[Petersburg]] in a few days and will bring my pictures to [[Sasha]] and the Davydovs. I'm going to have a big portrait done for Papa, which will be photographed in a few days; be sure to give it to him. Just imagine that all this time (i.e. two months) I was sure that Aunt Katya had died, based on the fact that you never wrote to me about her, and I put this down to the fact that you didn't want to upset me. I first had news of her in [[Modya]]'s letter saying that he was enjoying himself there on 24 November, and you can't imagine how happy I was that she was alive and in good spirits. Kiss her from me, and don't mention my foolish assumption. Anyway, the thought of someone in [[Petersburg]] dying constantly and relentlessly haunts me like a nightmare; and if you don't want this nonsense to creep into my imagination, thanks to you and your silence, then write at least a couple of words every week. I'm coming to [[Petersburg]] on the morning of the 25th, provided I remain alive and well.
	}}		}}
	{{DEFAULTSORT:Letter 0097}}		{{DEFAULTSORT:Letter 0097}}

Brett at 21:07, 23 December 2022

2022-12-23T21:07:01Z

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	\|Notes=Manuscript copy in [[Klin]] (Russia): {{RUS-KLč}}		\|Notes=Manuscript copy in [[Klin]] (Russia): {{RUS-KLč}}
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	==Text==		==Text and Translation==
	Based on a handwritten copy in the [[Klin]] House-Museum Archive, which may contain differences in formatting and content from Tchaikovsky's original letter.		Based on a handwritten copy in the [[Klin]] House-Museum Archive, which may contain differences in formatting and content from Tchaikovsky's original letter.
	{{Lettertext		{{Lettertext
	\|Language=Russian		\|Language=Russian
	\|Translator=		\|Translator=Brett Langston
	\|Original text={{right\|1 декабря 1866 г[ода]}}		\|Original text={{right\|1 декабря 1866 г[ода]}}
	Голубушка моя! Давно уже не писал тебе; не сердись, ибо не имеешь права сердиться. Ты должен знать, что... и т. д. Я только что воротился с одного вечера, на котором слушал превосходите вещи Шумана, исполненные Лаубом и Рубинштейном; после музыки был великолепный ужин, а потому и письмо это пишу с некоторым трудом.		Голубушка моя! Давно уже не писал тебе; не сердись, ибо не имеешь права сердиться. Ты должен знать, что... и т. д. Я только что воротился с одного вечера, на котором слушал превосходите вещи Шумана, исполненные Лаубом и Рубинштейном; после музыки был великолепный ужин, а потому и письмо это пишу с некоторым трудом.

	На прошлой недели приезжал сюда Кросс. Останавливался он у нас; я провёл с ним 4 дня неразлучно; довольно сильно кутили, и по этому случаю я истратил порядочный куш денег. Кутёж этот закончился маскарадом в воскресенье в Большом театре. Время в нем я провёл довольно весело; меня весь вечер интриговала какая-то совершенно, по-видимому, мне не известная, но тем не менее интересная и меня хорошо знающая маска. Потом я присоединился к Рубинштейну и ужинал с ним и его маской, причём мы пили (впрочем, кроме меня) ужасно много, так что мне пришлось везти домой Рубинштейн на совершенно пьяного; я ещё в первый раз видел его в таком ужасно пьяном виде. На другой день у меня страшно болела голова, и я насилу сидел у себя в классе. Также несколько раз виделся я здесь с Кюзелем, к[ото]рый на днях едет в Петербург и отвезёт Саше и Давыдовым мои карточки. Для Папаши я собираюсь сделать большой портрет и на днях буду сниматься; окажите ему это. Представь, что у меня все время (т. е. месяца два) была уверенность, что тётя Катя умерла. основанная на том, что Вы ни разу об ней не писали мне, и я приписывал это нежеланию огорчать меня. Из письма Моди, рассказывающего, что он там веселился 24 ноября, я впервые получил об ней известие, и ты себе не можешь представить, как я обрадовался, что она весела и жива. Поцелуйте её от меня и не говорите об моем глупейшем предположении. Впрочем, мысль, что в Петербурге кто-нибудь умер, меня постоянно и неуклонно преследует [как] кошмар; и если ты не хочешь, чтоб иногда вследствие твоего молчания и о тебе ~~эта~~ бессмыслица не закралась бы в моем воображении, то пиши хоть два слова каждую неделю. В Петербург приеду 25 числа утром, если останусь жив и здоров.		На прошлой недели приезжал сюда Кросс. Останавливался он у нас; я провёл с ним 4 дня неразлучно; довольно сильно кутили, и по этому случаю я истратил порядочный куш денег. Кутёж этот закончился маскарадом в воскресенье в Большом театре. Время в нем я провёл довольно весело; меня весь вечер интриговала какая-то совершенно, по-видимому, мне не известная, но тем не менее интересная и меня хорошо знающая маска. Потом я присоединился к Рубинштейну и ужинал с ним и его маской, причём мы пили (впрочем, кроме меня) ужасно много, так что мне пришлось везти домой Рубинштейн на совершенно пьяного; я ещё в первый раз видел его в таком ужасно пьяном виде. На другой день у меня страшно болела голова, и я насилу сидел у себя в классе. Также несколько раз виделся я здесь с Кюзелем, к[ото]рый на днях едет в Петербург и отвезёт Саше и Давыдовым мои карточки. Для Папаши я собираюсь сделать большой портрет и на днях буду сниматься; окажите ему это. Представь, что у меня все время (т. е. месяца два) была уверенность, что тётя Катя умерла, основанная на том, что Вы ни разу об ней не писали мне, и я приписывал это нежеланию огорчать меня. Из письма Моди, рассказывающего, что он там веселился 24 ноября, я впервые получил об ней известие, и ты себе не можешь представить, как я обрадовался, что она весела и жива. Поцелуйте её от меня и не говорите об моем глупейшем предположении. Впрочем, мысль, что в Петербурге кто-нибудь умер, меня постоянно и неуклонно преследует [как] кошмар; и если ты не хочешь, чтоб иногда вследствие твоего молчания и о тебе это бессмыслица не закралась бы в моем воображении, то пиши хоть два слова каждую неделю. В Петербург приеду 25 числа утром, если останусь жив и здоров.

	\|Translated text=		\|Translated text={{right\|1 December 1866}}
			My golubchik! I haven't written to you in ages; don't be angry, because you have no right to be angry. You should know that... etc. I've just come back from a soiree at which I listened to excellent things by [[Schumann]] performed by [[Laub]] and [[Nikolay Rubinstein\|Rubinstein]]; after the music there was a magnificent supper, because of which I'm writing this letter with some difficulty.

			Kross came here last week. He stayed with us; I spent 4 days with him inseparably; we went on quite a binge, which led to me spending a fair amount of money. This revelry culminated on Sunday in a masquerade at the Bolshoi Theatre. I enjoyed myself quite a lot; I was utterly intrigued all evening by someone whose idemtity behind the mask I did not know, but who was nevertheless interesting and familiar to me. Then I joined [[Nikolay Rubinstein\|Rubinstein]] and dined with him and his mask, and we drank an awful lot (except me, by the way), so that I had to take [[Nikolay Rubinstein\|Rubinstein]] completely drunk; it was the first time I've seen him in such an awfully drunken state. The next day I had a terrible headache, and I could barely sit in my class. I also met a few times with Közel, who's going to [[Petersburg]] in a few days and will bring my cards to [[Sasha]] and the Davydovs. I'm going to have a big portrait done for Papa, which will be photographed in a few days; be sure to give it to him. Just imagine that all this time (i.e. two months) I was sure that Aunt Katya had died, based on the fact that you never wrote to me about her, and I put this down to the fact that you didn't want to upset me. I first had news of her in [[Modya]]'s letter saying that he was enjoying himself there on 24 November, and you can't imagine how happy I was that she was alive and in good spirits. Kiss her from me, and don't mention my foolish assumption. Anyway, the thought of someone in [[Petersburg]] dying constantly and relentlessly haunts me like a nightmare; and if you don't want this nonsense to creep into my imagination, thanks to you and your silence, then write at least a couple of words every week. I'm coming to [[Petersburg]] on the morning of the 25th, provided I remain alive and well.
	}}		}}
	{{DEFAULTSORT:Letter 0097}}		{{DEFAULTSORT:Letter 0097}}

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{{letterhead
|Date=1/13 December 1866
|To=[[Anatoly Tchaikovsky]]
|Place=[[Moscow]]
|Language=Russian
|Autograph={{locunknown}}
|Publication={{bib|1900/35|Жизнь Петра Ильича Чайковского ; том 1}} (1900), p. 261 (abridged)<br/>{{bib|1940/210|П. И. Чайковский. Письма к родным ; том 1}} (1940), p. 94 <br/>{{bib|1959/50|П. И. Чайковский. Полное собрание сочинений ; том V}} (1959), p. 115–116
|Notes=Manuscript copy in [[Klin]] (Russia): {{RUS-KLč}}
}}
==Text==
Based on a handwritten copy in the [[Klin]] House-Museum Archive, which may contain differences in formatting and content from Tchaikovsky's original letter.
{{Lettertext
|Language=Russian
|Translator=
|Original text={{right|1 декабря 1866 г[ода]}}
Голубушка моя! Давно уже не писал тебе; не сердись, ибо не имеешь права сердиться. Ты должен знать, что... и т. д. Я только что воротился с одного вечера, на котором слушал превосходите вещи Шумана, исполненные Лаубом и Рубинштейном; после музыки был великолепный ужин, а потому и письмо это пишу с некоторым трудом.

На прошлой недели приезжал сюда Кросс. Останавливался он у нас; я провёл с ним 4 дня неразлучно; довольно сильно кутили, и по этому случаю я истратил порядочный куш денег. Кутёж этот закончился маскарадом в воскресенье в Большом театре. Время в нем я провёл довольно весело; меня весь вечер интриговала какая-то совершенно, по-видимому, мне не известная, но тем не менее интересная и меня хорошо знающая маска. Потом я присоединился к Рубинштейну и ужинал с ним и его маской, причём мы пили (впрочем, кроме меня) ужасно много, так что мне пришлось везти домой Рубинштейн на совершенно пьяного; я ещё в первый раз видел его в таком ужасно пьяном виде. На другой день у меня страшно болела голова, и я насилу сидел у себя в классе. Также несколько раз виделся я здесь с Кюзелем, к[ото]рый на днях едет в Петербург и отвезёт Саше и Давыдовым мои карточки. Для Папаши я собираюсь сделать большой портрет и на днях буду сниматься; окажите ему это. Представь, что у меня все время (т. е. месяца два) была уверенность, что тётя Катя умерла. основанная на том, что Вы ни разу об ней не писали мне, и я приписывал это нежеланию огорчать меня. Из письма Моди, рассказывающего, что он там веселился 24 ноября, я впервые получил об ней известие, и ты себе не можешь представить, как я обрадовался, что она весела и жива. Поцелуйте её от меня и не говорите об моем глупейшем предположении. Впрочем, мысль, что в Петербурге кто-нибудь умер, меня постоянно и неуклонно преследует [как] кошмар; и если ты не хочешь, чтоб иногда вследствие твоего молчания и о тебе эта бессмыслица не закралась бы в моем воображении, то пиши хоть два слова каждую неделю. В Петербург приеду 25 числа утром, если останусь жив и здоров.

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