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==Text==
==Text and Translation==
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|Original text={{right|''Майданово''<br/>15 апреля}}
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{{centre|Милый мой Модичка!}}
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{{right|Твой П. Чайковский}}
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|Translated text={{right|''[[Maydanovo]]''<br/>15 April}}
{{centre|My dear [[Modichka]]!}}
It's been ages since I wrote to you! Do you know that the amount of my correspondence is becoming terrible, growing not just by the day, but by the hour? Soon, it seems I'll be spending all my time on letters, and most of it on tedious replies to strangers, while I'll barely manage to write to relatives. Yesterday I wrote 7 letters!!! Today I'm already writing my fifth, and in the morning too, the very best time for working.
 
Now I'm working on various things for the church: amongst other things, I've written a trio "''Let my prayer ascend''". On the 22nd, ''[[Shpazhinsky]]'' will be giving me the first act of "''[[The Enchantress]]''". I've received a long letter from ''[[Pavlovskaya]]'', in which she urges me ''not to write'' an opera on this subject. I know that you're against it too. But neither of you know the extent to which the libretto will be ''different'', and how the characters and situations will change. The heroine will be altogether different. The last act of the drama is dreadful; mine will be ''magnificent''; the whole theatre will be in tears when the same ''[[Pavlovskaya]]'' expires in this act.
 
Spring is coming into its own: slowly, but it is coming. There was a thunderstorm the day before yesterday: there's almost no snow — only in the hollows. Yesterday I had guests all day, who had come the day before, on Saturday evening.  They were [[Jurgenson]], [[Kashkin]] and [[Laroche]]. They drank an incredible amount of wine! [[Kashkin]] in particular distinguished himself. Since I'd already spent enough time in solitude and work, I was pleased to devote a day to partying, drinking and idleness. All three of them liked [[Maydanovo]] very much. I think that you'll like it too; it's a very nice place — but what kills me are all the dachas and holidaymakers! One dacha, which seems to have been rented already, stands just a few steps from us.
 
''May'' isn't smiling on me very much. I have to sit in on the conservatory examinations, and on the 20th I have to go to [[Smolensk]] for the opening of the [[Glinka]] monument. Ugh, how I don't want to!
 
Whereupon, I kiss and hug you and [[Nikolay Konradi|Konradi]]. But I might be going to [[Petersburg]] at the end of April or the start of May.
{{right|Yours P. Tchaikovsky}}
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Latest revision as of 13:10, 27 April 2024

Date 15/27 April 1885
Addressed to Modest Tchaikovsky
Where written Maydanovo
Language Russian
Autograph Location Klin (Russia): Tchaikovsky State Memorial Musical Museum-Reserve (a3, No. 1775)
Publication Жизнь Петра Ильича Чайковского, том 3 (1902), p. 41–42 (abridged)
П. И. Чайковский. Письма к близким. Избранное (1955), p. 331
П. И. Чайковский. Полное собрание сочинений, том XIII (1971), p. 67–68
Piotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. Letters to his family. An autobiography (1981), p. 327 (English translation)

Text and Translation

Russian text
(original)
English translation
By Brett Langston
Майданово
15 апреля

Милый мой Модичка!

Сколь давно не писал тебе! Знаешь ли что размер моей корреспонденции становится ужасен, растёт не по дням, а по часам. Скоро, кажется, всё время будет уходить на письма, и главное, на скучные ответы посторонним, тогда как близким придётся писать редко. Вчера я написал 7 писем!!! Сегодня пишу уже пятое, и утром, в самое лучшее время для работы.

Работаю же я теперь разные церковные вещи: между прочим написал трио «Да исправится» 22 числа Шпажинский вручит мне первое действие «Чародейки». Я получил длинное письмо от Павловской, в котором она убеждает меня не писать оперы на этот сюжет. Я знаю, что и ты против него. Но вы оба не знаете, до какой степени либретто будет иначе и как изменятся характеры и положения. Героиня будет совсем другая. Последнее действие в драме скверно; у меня оно будет великолепно; весь театр будет плакать, когда та же Павловская будет в этом акте умирать.

Весна туго вступает в свои права, но вступает. Третьего дня гроза была; снегу уж почти нет, — только в ямах. Вчера у меня были весь день гости, приехавшие ещё накануне, в субботу вечером. Были Юргенсон, Кашкин и Ларош. Уму непостижимо сколько они вина выпили! Особенно Кашкин отличился. Так как я перед тем уже достаточно пробыл в одиночестве и работе, то мне приятно было денёк посвятить гулянью, пьянству и бездельничанию. Им всем троим Майданово очень понравилось. Я думаю, что и тебе оно понравится; место очень милое, — но что меня убивает, это дачи и дачники! Одна дача, кажется, уже нанятая, торчит в нескольких шагах от нас.

Май мне очень не улыбается. Придётся сидеть на всех консерваторских экзаменах, а 20 числа ехать в Смоленск на открытие памятника Глинки. Ух, как не хочется!

Засим целую, обнимаю тебя и Количку. А может случиться, что в конце апреля или в начале мая я в Петербург съезжу.

Твой П. Чайковский

Maydanovo
15 April

My dear Modichka!

It's been ages since I wrote to you! Do you know that the amount of my correspondence is becoming terrible, growing not just by the day, but by the hour? Soon, it seems I'll be spending all my time on letters, and most of it on tedious replies to strangers, while I'll barely manage to write to relatives. Yesterday I wrote 7 letters!!! Today I'm already writing my fifth, and in the morning too, the very best time for working.

Now I'm working on various things for the church: amongst other things, I've written a trio "Let my prayer ascend". On the 22nd, Shpazhinsky will be giving me the first act of "The Enchantress". I've received a long letter from Pavlovskaya, in which she urges me not to write an opera on this subject. I know that you're against it too. But neither of you know the extent to which the libretto will be different, and how the characters and situations will change. The heroine will be altogether different. The last act of the drama is dreadful; mine will be magnificent; the whole theatre will be in tears when the same Pavlovskaya expires in this act.

Spring is coming into its own: slowly, but it is coming. There was a thunderstorm the day before yesterday: there's almost no snow — only in the hollows. Yesterday I had guests all day, who had come the day before, on Saturday evening. They were Jurgenson, Kashkin and Laroche. They drank an incredible amount of wine! Kashkin in particular distinguished himself. Since I'd already spent enough time in solitude and work, I was pleased to devote a day to partying, drinking and idleness. All three of them liked Maydanovo very much. I think that you'll like it too; it's a very nice place — but what kills me are all the dachas and holidaymakers! One dacha, which seems to have been rented already, stands just a few steps from us.

May isn't smiling on me very much. I have to sit in on the conservatory examinations, and on the 20th I have to go to Smolensk for the opening of the Glinka monument. Ugh, how I don't want to!

Whereupon, I kiss and hug you and Konradi. But I might be going to Petersburg at the end of April or the start of May.

Yours P. Tchaikovsky