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	\|Translated text={{right\|''[[Grankino]]''<br/>1884 27 June}}		\|Translated text={{right\|''[[Grankino]]''<br/>1884 27 June}}
	[[Panya]] darling! I am healthy, happy, prosperous, I love [[Panya]], I love [[Tatyana Tchaikovskaya\|Tanya]], I love [[Tolya]], I love [[Skabeyevka]], I love Lusha, I love ~~Styopya~~, I love Vasya, and I bow to you all and send loving and tender greetings. This is where I ought to end, because, in essence, there is absolutely nothing to write. Day after day goes by, ''today'' seems just like ''yesterday'' and ''tomorrow'' will probably resemble ''the day before yesterday'', so that you even cease to measure time in days and weeks. Even Sunday is no different from an ordinary day, because there is no church, no sound of bells, and were it not for [[Aleksey]], who considers it his duty to put on his best clothes for special occasions, then I wouldn't even know it was a holiday. I'm working a lot, even too much, sometimes tiring myself out and not sleeping very well, but in general I continue to be very content with my stay in [[Grankino]]. [[Modest]] is writing a comedy for Strepetova; the first two acts are ready, he's already read them to me, and I'm very pleased with his new work. On 20th August, [[Nikolay Konradi\|Kolya]] is leaving to visit his grandmother in [[Kiev]], and in all likelihood, [[Modya]] will come to visit us in [[Skabeyevka]].		[[Panya]] darling! I am healthy, happy, prosperous, I love [[Panya]], I love [[Tatyana Tchaikovskaya\|Tanya]], I love [[Tolya]], I love [[Skabeyevka]], I love Lusha, I love Styopa, I love Vasya, and I bow to you all and send loving and tender greetings. This is where I ought to end, because, in essence, there is absolutely nothing to write. Day after day goes by, ''today'' seems just like ''yesterday'' and ''tomorrow'' will probably resemble ''the day before yesterday'', so that you even cease to measure time in days and weeks. Even Sunday is no different from an ordinary day, because there is no church, no sound of bells, and were it not for [[Aleksey]], who considers it his duty to put on his best clothes for special occasions, then I wouldn't even know it was a holiday. I'm working a lot, even too much, sometimes tiring myself out and not sleeping very well, but in general I continue to be very content with my stay in [[Grankino]]. [[Modest]] is writing a comedy for Strepetova; the first two acts are ready, he's already read them to me, and I'm very pleased with his new work. On 20th August, [[Nikolay Konradi\|Kolya]] is leaving to visit his grandmother in [[Kiev]], and in all likelihood, [[Modya]] will come to visit us in [[Skabeyevka]].

	I give a big kiss to [[Panya]] the dove, to [[Tatyana Tchaikovskaya\|Tanya]] the swallow, to [[Tolya]] the white mushroom, to Vasya the red mushroom, to Styopa the russula, to Lusha the fur, etc. etc. There are an awful lot of mushrooms here, but exclusively champignons growing on manure, so looking for them is no fun. Until we meet, my darling.		I give a big kiss to [[Panya]] the dove, to [[Tatyana Tchaikovskaya\|Tanya]] the swallow, to [[Tolya]] the white mushroom, to Vasya the red mushroom, to Styopa the russula, to Lusha the fur, etc. etc. There are an awful lot of mushrooms here, but exclusively champignons growing on manure, so looking for them is no fun. Until we meet, my darling.
	{{right\|Yours, P. Tchaikovsky}}		{{right\|Yours, P. Tchaikovsky}}
	}}		}}

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	\|Publication={{bib\|1970/86\|П. И. Чайковский. Полное собрание сочинений ; том XII}} (1970), p. 395–396		\|Publication={{bib\|1970/86\|П. И. Чайковский. Полное собрание сочинений ; том XII}} (1970), p. 395–396
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	==Text==		==Text and Translation==
	{{Lettertext		{{Lettertext
	\|Language=Russian		\|Language=Russian
	\|Translator=		\|Translator=Brett Langston
	\|Original text={{right\|''Гранкино''<br/>1884 г[ода] 27 июня}}		\|Original text={{right\|''Гранкино''<br/>1884 г[ода] 27 июня}}
	Паня-дуся! Я здоров, доволен, благополучен, люблю Паню, люблю Таню, люблю Толю, люблю Скабеевку, люблю Лушу, люблю ~~Степу~~, люблю Васю и всем вам кланяюсь и посылаю с любовью нежные приветствия. Тут бы и следовало кончить, ибо, в сущности, ровно нечего писать. День идёт за днём, ''сегодня'' до того похоже на ''вчера, а завтра'', вероятно, так будет похоже на ''позавчера'', — что перестаёшь даже измерять время днями и неделями. Даже воскресенье здесь ничем не отличается от будней, ибо церкви нет, звона не слышно, и если б не Алексей, который считает долгом в праздничные дни наряжаться в свои лучшие платья, — то и не знал бы, что праздник. Занимаюсь я очень много, даже слишком много, иногда устаю и не вполне хорошо сплю, но в общем я продолжаю быть очень доволен пребыванием в Гранкине. Модест пишет для Стрепетовой комедию, первые два действия готовы; он уже читал мне их, и я весьма доволен его новым произведением. 20-го августа Коля уезжает гостить в Киев к бабушке, а Модя, по всей вероятности, приедет к нам в Скабеевку.		Паня-дуся! Я здоров, доволен, благополучен, люблю Паню, люблю Таню, люблю Толю, люблю Скабеевку, люблю Лушу, люблю Стёпу, люблю Васю и всем вам кланяюсь и посылаю с любовью нежные приветствия. Тут бы и следовало кончить, ибо, в сущности, ровно нечего писать. День идёт за днём, ''сегодня'' до того похоже на ''вчера'', а ''завтра'', вероятно, так будет похоже на ''позавчера'', — что перестаёшь даже измерять время днями и неделями. Даже воскресенье здесь ничем не отличается от будней, ибо церкви нет, звона не слышно, и если б не Алексей, который считает долгом в праздничные дни наряжаться в свои лучшие платья, — то и не знал бы, что праздник. Занимаюсь я очень много, даже слишком много, иногда устаю и не вполне хорошо сплю, но в общем я продолжаю быть очень доволен пребыванием в Гранкине. Модест пишет для Стрепетовой комедию, первые два действия готовы; он уже читал мне их, и я весьма доволен его новым произведением. 20-го августа Коля уезжает гостить в Киев к бабушке, а Модя, по всей вероятности, приедет к нам в Скабеевку.

	Целую крепко голубку Паню, ласточку — Таню, белого грибка — Толю, мухоморчика — Васю, сыроежку — ~~Степу~~, волнушку — Лушу, и т. д. и т. д. Здесь ужасно много грибов, но исключительно шампиньонов, растущих на навозе, так что искать их невесело. До свиданья, душечка моя.		Целую крепко голубку Паню, ласточку — Таню, белого грибка — Толю, мухоморчика — Васю, сыроежку — Стёпу, волнушку — Лушу, и т. д. и т. д. Здесь ужасно много грибов, но исключительно шампиньонов, растущих на навозе, так что искать их невесело. До свиданья, душечка моя.
	{{right\|Твой, П. Чайковский}}		{{right\|Твой, П. Чайковский}}

	\|Translated text=		\|Translated text={{right\|''[[Grankino]]''<br/>1884 27 June}}
			[[Panya]] darling! I am healthy, happy, prosperous, I love [[Panya]], I love [[Tatyana Tchaikovskaya\|Tanya]], I love [[Tolya]], I love [[Skabeyevka]], I love Lusha, I love Styopya, I love Vasya, and I bow to you all and send loving and tender greetings. This is where I ought to end, because, in essence, there is absolutely nothing to write. Day after day goes by, ''today'' seems just like ''yesterday'' and ''tomorrow'' will probably resemble ''the day before yesterday'', so that you even cease to measure time in days and weeks. Even Sunday is no different from an ordinary day, because there is no church, no sound of bells, and were it not for [[Aleksey]], who considers it his duty to put on his best clothes for special occasions, then I wouldn't even know it was a holiday. I'm working a lot, even too much, sometimes tiring myself out and not sleeping very well, but in general I continue to be very content with my stay in [[Grankino]]. [[Modest]] is writing a comedy for Strepetova; the first two acts are ready, he's already read them to me, and I'm very pleased with his new work. On 20th August, [[Nikolay Konradi\|Kolya]] is leaving to visit his grandmother in [[Kiev]], and in all likelihood, [[Modya]] will come to visit us in [[Skabeyevka]].

			I give a big kiss to [[Panya]] the dove, to [[Tatyana Tchaikovskaya\|Tanya]] the swallow, to [[Tolya]] the white mushroom, to Vasya the red mushroom, to Styopa the russula, to Lusha the fur, etc. etc. There are an awful lot of mushrooms here, but exclusively champignons growing on manure, so looking for them is no fun. Until we meet, my darling.
			{{right\|Yours, P. Tchaikovsky}}
	}}		}}

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{{letterhead
|Date=27 June/9 July 1884
|To=[[Praskovya Tchaikovskaya]]
|Place=[[Grankino]]
|Language=Russian
|Autograph=[[Klin]] (Russia): {{RUS-KLč}} (a{{sup|3}}, No. 429)
|Publication={{bib|1970/86|П. И. Чайковский. Полное собрание сочинений ; том XII}} (1970), p. 395–396
}}
==Text==
{{Lettertext
|Language=Russian
|Translator=
|Original text={{right|''Гранкино''<br/>1884 г[ода] 27 июня}}
Паня-дуся! Я здоров, доволен, благополучен, люблю Паню, люблю Таню, люблю Толю, люблю Скабеевку, люблю Лушу, люблю Степу, люблю Васю и всем вам кланяюсь и посылаю с любовью нежные приветствия. Тут бы и следовало кончить, ибо, в сущности, ровно нечего писать. День идёт за днём, ''сегодня'' до того похоже на ''вчера, а завтра'', вероятно, так будет похоже на ''позавчера'', — что перестаёшь даже измерять время днями и неделями. Даже воскресенье здесь ничем не отличается от будней, ибо церкви нет, звона не слышно, и если б не Алексей, который считает долгом в праздничные дни наряжаться в свои лучшие платья, — то и не знал бы, что праздник. Занимаюсь я очень много, даже слишком много, иногда устаю и не вполне хорошо сплю, но в общем я продолжаю быть очень доволен пребыванием в Гранкине. Модест пишет для Стрепетовой комедию, первые два действия готовы; он уже читал мне их, и я весьма доволен его новым произведением. 20-го августа Коля уезжает гостить в Киев к бабушке, а Модя, по всей вероятности, приедет к нам в Скабеевку.

Целую крепко голубку Паню, ласточку — Таню, белого грибка — Толю, мухоморчика — Васю, сыроежку — Степу, волнушку — Лушу, и т. д. и т. д. Здесь ужасно много грибов, но исключительно шампиньонов, растущих на навозе, так что искать их невесело. До свиданья, душечка моя.
{{right|Твой, П. Чайковский}}

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	[[Panya]] darling! I am healthy, happy, prosperous, I love [[Panya]], I love [[Tatyana Tchaikovskaya\|Tanya]], I love [[Tolya]], I love [[Skabeyevka]], I love Lusha, I love ~~Styopya~~, I love Vasya, and I bow to you all and send loving and tender greetings. This is where I ought to end, because, in essence, there is absolutely nothing to write. Day after day goes by, ''today'' seems just like ''yesterday'' and ''tomorrow'' will probably resemble ''the day before yesterday'', so that you even cease to measure time in days and weeks. Even Sunday is no different from an ordinary day, because there is no church, no sound of bells, and were it not for [[Aleksey]], who considers it his duty to put on his best clothes for special occasions, then I wouldn't even know it was a holiday. I'm working a lot, even too much, sometimes tiring myself out and not sleeping very well, but in general I continue to be very content with my stay in [[Grankino]]. [[Modest]] is writing a comedy for Strepetova; the first two acts are ready, he's already read them to me, and I'm very pleased with his new work. On 20th August, [[Nikolay Konradi\|Kolya]] is leaving to visit his grandmother in [[Kiev]], and in all likelihood, [[Modya]] will come to visit us in [[Skabeyevka]].		[[Panya]] darling! I am healthy, happy, prosperous, I love [[Panya]], I love [[Tatyana Tchaikovskaya\|Tanya]], I love [[Tolya]], I love [[Skabeyevka]], I love Lusha, I love Styopa, I love Vasya, and I bow to you all and send loving and tender greetings. This is where I ought to end, because, in essence, there is absolutely nothing to write. Day after day goes by, ''today'' seems just like ''yesterday'' and ''tomorrow'' will probably resemble ''the day before yesterday'', so that you even cease to measure time in days and weeks. Even Sunday is no different from an ordinary day, because there is no church, no sound of bells, and were it not for [[Aleksey]], who considers it his duty to put on his best clothes for special occasions, then I wouldn't even know it was a holiday. I'm working a lot, even too much, sometimes tiring myself out and not sleeping very well, but in general I continue to be very content with my stay in [[Grankino]]. [[Modest]] is writing a comedy for Strepetova; the first two acts are ready, he's already read them to me, and I'm very pleased with his new work. On 20th August, [[Nikolay Konradi\|Kolya]] is leaving to visit his grandmother in [[Kiev]], and in all likelihood, [[Modya]] will come to visit us in [[Skabeyevka]].

	I give a big kiss to [[Panya]] the dove, to [[Tatyana Tchaikovskaya\|Tanya]] the swallow, to [[Tolya]] the white mushroom, to Vasya the red mushroom, to Styopa the russula, to Lusha the fur, etc. etc. There are an awful lot of mushrooms here, but exclusively champignons growing on manure, so looking for them is no fun. Until we meet, my darling.		I give a big kiss to [[Panya]] the dove, to [[Tatyana Tchaikovskaya\|Tanya]] the swallow, to [[Tolya]] the white mushroom, to Vasya the red mushroom, to Styopa the russula, to Lusha the fur, etc. etc. There are an awful lot of mushrooms here, but exclusively champignons growing on manure, so looking for them is no fun. Until we meet, my darling.
	{{right\|Yours, P. Tchaikovsky}}		{{right\|Yours, P. Tchaikovsky}}
	}}		}}