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Tony: "the detail" to "the letter" for accuracy of meaning / "Veronivsky" to "Verinovsky" / "wans" to "wants

2025-02-06T11:38:42Z

"the detail" to "the letter" for accuracy of meaning / "Veronivsky" to "Verinovsky" / "wans" to "wants

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	\|Translated text={{right\|''18 July 1886''<br/>''[[Maydanovo]] village''}}		\|Translated text={{right\|''18 July 1886''<br/>''[[Maydanovo]] village''}}
	Thank you, golubushka [[Panichka]], for the ~~detail~~ with the details about ~~Veronivsky~~'s death. What a strange affair! Until your letter, I had an irrational hope that I'd read Stepan's letter incorrectly, that it wasn't true, that the dear ''Bomb'' was alive and well. Now, on the one hand, I am glad that I finally have reliable information, but on the other, I cannot express to you how sorry I am for him, how difficult it is for me to become used to the thought that the Bomb has already long been buried in the earth. I've been thinking about this all day long, and the most irritating thing is that his death has cast a mournful shadow over my radiant memories of ''[[Tiflis]]''. Now I'm transported there in my thoughts with a pang of the heart, with fear and profound sadness.		Thank you, golubushka [[Panichka]], for the letter with the details about Verinovsky's death. What a strange affair! Until your letter, I had an irrational hope that I'd read Stepan's letter incorrectly, that it wasn't true, that the dear ''Bomb'' was alive and well. Now, on the one hand, I am glad that I finally have reliable information, but on the other, I cannot express to you how sorry I am for him, how difficult it is for me to become used to the thought that the Bomb has already long been buried in the earth. I've been thinking about this all day long, and the most irritating thing is that his death has cast a mournful shadow over my radiant memories of ''[[Tiflis]]''. Now I'm transported there in my thoughts with a pang of the heart, with fear and profound sadness.

	I'm starting to think that there are certain reasons which prevent me from being well in the northern summers. Remember how often I fell ill in [[Podushkino]], how I was unwell all last summer? Now it's even worse. For around two weeks here now, I haven't even been able to work at all. I'm in constantly feverish state, with a gnawing in the pit of my stomach, and then suddenly a furious pain in my side, which for two nights not only prevented me from sleeping, but I ''couldn't even lie down''! It's a funny thing. Next year, if I live long enough, I'll travel to [[Borzhom]]. Isn't that right? Today I seem to be feeling altogether well — but I'm far from sure of this, and there's no guarantee that by the evening I won't be fit for anything again.		I'm starting to think that there are certain reasons which prevent me from being well in the northern summers. Remember how often I fell ill in [[Podushkino]], how I was unwell all last summer? Now it's even worse. For around two weeks here now, I haven't even been able to work at all. I'm in a constantly feverish state, with a gnawing in the pit of my stomach, and then suddenly a furious pain in my side, which for two nights not only prevented me from sleeping, but I ''couldn't even lie down''! It's a funny thing. Next year, if I live long enough, I'll travel to [[Borzhom]]. Isn't that right? Today I seem to be feeling altogether well — but I'm far from sure of this, and there's no guarantee that by the evening I won't be fit for anything again.

	The [[Kondratyev]]s are moving to [[Petersburg]] in a few days. [[Nikolay Kondratyev\|Nikoaly Dmitryevich]] has been impatiently awaiting the departure day for ages. As for [[Mary]], she has some pain and palpitations of the heart, as a result of which she's decided to go to [[Petersburg]] for treatment, and ~~wans~~ to rent a dacha in [[Tsarskoye]]. In essence, she is simply bored here. Their departure lends a sad character to this summer. I hadn't yet managed to enjoy the summer to any degree, because my health prevented it — and now they're already starting to leave.		The [[Kondratyev]]s are moving to [[Petersburg]] in a few days. [[Nikolay Kondratyev\|Nikoaly Dmitryevich]] has been impatiently awaiting the departure day for ages. As for [[Mary]], she has some pain and palpitations of the heart, as a result of which she's decided to go to [[Petersburg]] for treatment, and wants to rent a dacha in [[Tsarskoye]]. In essence, she is simply bored here. Their departure lends a sad character to this summer. I hadn't yet managed to enjoy the summer to any degree, because my health prevented it — and now they're already starting to leave.

	I had guests the other day: ''[[Kashkin]], [[Jurgenson]] and [[Albrecht]]''. Since I was unwell, they were more of a burden to me than a joy. ''Dima Peresleni'' wanted to impose himself on me as a guest, but I had the courage to decisively evade him. It may very well be that I visit ''[[Nikolay Ilyich]]'' in [[Ukolovo]]. They are very keen to invite me, and I'm very keen to see them in a new environment, with their ''foster child'', with whom they both seem to be absolutely delighted. I also want to make a trip to ''[[Imatra]]'' in Finland.		I had guests the other day: ''[[Kashkin]], [[Jurgenson]] and [[Albrecht]]''. Since I was unwell, they were more of a burden to me than a joy. ''Dima Peresleni'' wanted to impose himself on me as a guest, but I had the courage to decisively evade him. It may very well be that I visit ''[[Nikolay Ilyich]]'' in [[Ukolovo]]. They are very keen to invite me, and I'm very keen to see them in a new environment, with their ''foster child'', with whom they both seem to be absolutely delighted. I also want to make a trip to ''[[Imatra]]'' in Finland.
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	Don't forget to write to me what ''Gakkel'' is called? I think it's Mikhail Pavlovich? [[Modest]] often writes to me. He is bored, but working a lot, and has already finished his comedy.		Don't forget to write to me what ''Gakkel'' is called? I think it's Mikhail Pavlovich? [[Modest]] often writes to me. He is bored, but working a lot, and has already finished his comedy.

	I hug you warmly and kiss ~~our~~ hands. I press [[Tatyusa]] gently to my heart.		I hug you warmly and kiss your hands. I press [[Tatyusa]] gently to my heart.
	{{right\|Yours, P. Tchaikovsky}}		{{right\|Yours, P. Tchaikovsky}}
	I'm sick to death of Novichikha, and I'm starting to dream about changing my place of residence.		I'm sick to death of Novichikha, and I'm starting to dream about changing my place of residence.
	}}		}}

Brett at 20:01, 25 August 2024

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	I'm starting to think that there are certain reasons which prevent me from being well in the northern summers. Remember how often I fell ill in [[Podushkino]], how I was unwell all last summer? Now it's even worse. For around two weeks here now, I haven't even been able to work at all. I'm in constantly feverish state, with a gnawing in the pit of my stomach, and then suddenly a furious pain in my side, which for two nights not only prevented me from sleeping, but I ''couldn't even lie down''! It's a funny thing. Next year, if I live long enough, I'll travel to [[Borzhom]]. Isn't that right? Today I seem to be feeling altogether well — but I'm far from sure of this, and there's no guarantee that by the evening I won't be fit for anything again.		I'm starting to think that there are certain reasons which prevent me from being well in the northern summers. Remember how often I fell ill in [[Podushkino]], how I was unwell all last summer? Now it's even worse. For around two weeks here now, I haven't even been able to work at all. I'm in constantly feverish state, with a gnawing in the pit of my stomach, and then suddenly a furious pain in my side, which for two nights not only prevented me from sleeping, but I ''couldn't even lie down''! It's a funny thing. Next year, if I live long enough, I'll travel to [[Borzhom]]. Isn't that right? Today I seem to be feeling altogether well — but I'm far from sure of this, and there's no guarantee that by the evening I won't be fit for anything again.

	The [[Kondratyev]]s are moving to [[Petersburg]] in a few days. [[Nikolay Kondratyev\|Nikoaly Dmitryevich]] has been impatiently awaiting the departure day for ages. As for [[Mary]], she has some pain and palpitations of the heart, as a result of which she's decided to go to [[Petersburg]] for treatment, and wans to rent a dacha in [[~~Tsarksoye~~]]. In essence, she is simply bored here. Their departure lends a sad character to this summer. I hadn't yet managed to enjoy the summer to any degree, because my health prevented it — and now they're already starting to leave.		The [[Kondratyev]]s are moving to [[Petersburg]] in a few days. [[Nikolay Kondratyev\|Nikoaly Dmitryevich]] has been impatiently awaiting the departure day for ages. As for [[Mary]], she has some pain and palpitations of the heart, as a result of which she's decided to go to [[Petersburg]] for treatment, and wans to rent a dacha in [[Tsarskoye]]. In essence, she is simply bored here. Their departure lends a sad character to this summer. I hadn't yet managed to enjoy the summer to any degree, because my health prevented it — and now they're already starting to leave.

	I had guests the other day: ''[[Kashkin]], [[Jurgenson]] and [[Albrecht]]''. Since I was unwell, they were more of a burden to me than a joy. ''Dima Peresleni'' wanted to impose himself on me as a guest, but I had the courage to decisively evade him. It may very well be that I visit ''[[Nikolay Ilyich]]'' in [[Ukolovo]]. They are very keen to invite me, and I'm very keen to see them in a new environment, with their ''foster child'', with whom they both seem to be absolutely delighted. I also want to make a trip to ''[[Imatra]]'' in Finland.		I had guests the other day: ''[[Kashkin]], [[Jurgenson]] and [[Albrecht]]''. Since I was unwell, they were more of a burden to me than a joy. ''Dima Peresleni'' wanted to impose himself on me as a guest, but I had the courage to decisively evade him. It may very well be that I visit ''[[Nikolay Ilyich]]'' in [[Ukolovo]]. They are very keen to invite me, and I'm very keen to see them in a new environment, with their ''foster child'', with whom they both seem to be absolutely delighted. I also want to make a trip to ''[[Imatra]]'' in Finland.

Brett at 19:07, 30 July 2024

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	\|Publication={{bib\|1971/89\|П. И. Чайковский. Полное собрание сочинений ; том XIII}} (1971), p. 403–404		\|Publication={{bib\|1971/89\|П. И. Чайковский. Полное собрание сочинений ; том XIII}} (1971), p. 403–404
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	==Text==		==Text and Translation==
	{{Lettertext		{{Lettertext
	\|Language=Russian		\|Language=Russian
	\|Translator=		\|Translator=Brett Langston
	\|Original text={{right\|''18 июля 1886 г[ода]''<br/>''с[ело] Майданово''}}		\|Original text={{right\|''18 июля 1886 г[ода]''<br/>''с[ело] Майданово''}}
	Спасибо тебе, голубушка Паничка, за письмо с подробностями о смерти Вериновского. Странное дело! До твоего письма я имел безумную надежду, что я не так прочёл в письме Степана, что это неправда, что милая ''бомба'' жив и здоров. Теперь я, с одной стороны, рад, что имею наконец верные сведения, а с другой, не могу тебе выразить, до чего мне его жаль, до чего трудно мне привыкнуть к мысли, что бомб а уж давно зарыт в земле. Целые дни я об этом всё думаю, и досаднеё всего то, что смерть его покрыла траурным флёром лучезарные мои воспоминания о ''Тифлисе''. Теперь я переношусь туда мыслью с сжиманием сердца, со страхом и глубокой грустью.		Спасибо тебе, голубушка Паничка, за письмо с подробностями о смерти Вериновского. Странное дело! До твоего письма я имел безумную надежду, что я не так прочёл в письме Степана, что это неправда, что милая ''бомба'' жив и здоров. Теперь я, с одной стороны, рад, что имею наконец верные сведения, а с другой, не могу тебе выразить, до чего мне его жаль, до чего трудно мне привыкнуть к мысли, что бомб а уж давно зарыт в земле. Целые дни я об этом всё думаю, и досаднеё всего то, что смерть его покрыла траурным флёром лучезарные мои воспоминания о ''Тифлисе''. Теперь я переношусь туда мыслью с сжиманием сердца, со страхом и глубокой грустью.
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	Были у меня на днях гости: ''Кашкин, Юргенсон и Альбрехт''. Так как мне нездоровилось, то я скорее тяготился ими, чем радовался. Ко мне набивается гостить ''Дима Переслени'', но я имел мужество решительно уклониться от этого. Очень может быть, что я навещу ''Ник[олая] Ильич'' а в Уколове. Они очень зовут меня, и мне очень хочется видеть их в новой обстановке, с ''приемышем'', от которого они оба, кажется, в совершенном восторге. Хочется мне также сделать путешествие на ''Иматру'' в Финляндию.		Были у меня на днях гости: ''Кашкин, Юргенсон и Альбрехт''. Так как мне нездоровилось, то я скорее тяготился ими, чем радовался. Ко мне набивается гостить ''Дима Переслени'', но я имел мужество решительно уклониться от этого. Очень может быть, что я навещу ''Ник[олая] Ильич'' а в Уколове. Они очень зовут меня, и мне очень хочется видеть их в новой обстановке, с ''приемышем'', от которого они оба, кажется, в совершенном восторге. Хочется мне также сделать путешествие на ''Иматру'' в Финляндию.

	Эмма всё спрашивает, получила ли ты её письмо, и . ждет с нетерпением ответа.		Эмма всё спрашивает, получила ли ты её письмо, и ждет с нетерпением ответа.

	Не забудь написать мне, как зовут ''Гаккеля''? кажется, Мих[аил] Павл[ович]? Модест часто пишет мне. Он скучает, — но много работает и комедию свою уже кончил.		Не забудь написать мне, как зовут ''Гаккеля''? кажется, Мих[аил] Павл[ович]? Модест часто пишет мне. Он скучает, — но много работает и комедию свою уже кончил.
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	Новичиха мне смертельно надоела, и я начинаю мечтать о перемене места жительства.		Новичиха мне смертельно надоела, и я начинаю мечтать о перемене места жительства.

	\|Translated text=		\|Translated text={{right\|''18 July 1886''<br/>''[[Maydanovo]] village''}}
			Thank you, golubushka [[Panichka]], for the detail with the details about Veronivsky's death. What a strange affair! Until your letter, I had an irrational hope that I'd read Stepan's letter incorrectly, that it wasn't true, that the dear ''Bomb'' was alive and well. Now, on the one hand, I am glad that I finally have reliable information, but on the other, I cannot express to you how sorry I am for him, how difficult it is for me to become used to the thought that the Bomb has already long been buried in the earth. I've been thinking about this all day long, and the most irritating thing is that his death has cast a mournful shadow over my radiant memories of ''[[Tiflis]]''. Now I'm transported there in my thoughts with a pang of the heart, with fear and profound sadness.

			I'm starting to think that there are certain reasons which prevent me from being well in the northern summers. Remember how often I fell ill in [[Podushkino]], how I was unwell all last summer? Now it's even worse. For around two weeks here now, I haven't even been able to work at all. I'm in constantly feverish state, with a gnawing in the pit of my stomach, and then suddenly a furious pain in my side, which for two nights not only prevented me from sleeping, but I ''couldn't even lie down''! It's a funny thing. Next year, if I live long enough, I'll travel to [[Borzhom]]. Isn't that right? Today I seem to be feeling altogether well — but I'm far from sure of this, and there's no guarantee that by the evening I won't be fit for anything again.

			The [[Kondratyev]]s are moving to [[Petersburg]] in a few days. [[Nikolay Kondratyev\|Nikoaly Dmitryevich]] has been impatiently awaiting the departure day for ages. As for [[Mary]], she has some pain and palpitations of the heart, as a result of which she's decided to go to [[Petersburg]] for treatment, and wans to rent a dacha in [[Tsarksoye]]. In essence, she is simply bored here. Their departure lends a sad character to this summer. I hadn't yet managed to enjoy the summer to any degree, because my health prevented it — and now they're already starting to leave.

			I had guests the other day: ''[[Kashkin]], [[Jurgenson]] and [[Albrecht]]''. Since I was unwell, they were more of a burden to me than a joy. ''Dima Peresleni'' wanted to impose himself on me as a guest, but I had the courage to decisively evade him. It may very well be that I visit ''[[Nikolay Ilyich]]'' in [[Ukolovo]]. They are very keen to invite me, and I'm very keen to see them in a new environment, with their ''foster child'', with whom they both seem to be absolutely delighted. I also want to make a trip to ''[[Imatra]]'' in Finland.

			[[Emma]] keeps asking whether you received her letter, and is eagerly awaiting an answer.

			Don't forget to write to me what ''Gakkel'' is called? I think it's Mikhail Pavlovich? [[Modest]] often writes to me. He is bored, but working a lot, and has already finished his comedy.

			I hug you warmly and kiss our hands. I press [[Tatyusa]] gently to my heart.
			{{right\|Yours, P. Tchaikovsky}}
			I'm sick to death of Novichikha, and I'm starting to dream about changing my place of residence.
	}}		}}

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{{letterhead
|Date=18/30 July 1886
|To=[[Praskovya Tchaikovskaya]]
|Place=[[Maydanovo]]
|Language=Russian
|Autograph=[[Klin]] (Russia): {{RUS-KLč}} (a{{sup|3}}, No. 3259)
|Publication={{bib|1971/89|П. И. Чайковский. Полное собрание сочинений ; том XIII}} (1971), p. 403–404
}}
==Text==
{{Lettertext
|Language=Russian
|Translator=
|Original text={{right|''18 июля 1886 г[ода]''<br/>''с[ело] Майданово''}}
Спасибо тебе, голубушка Паничка, за письмо с подробностями о смерти Вериновского. Странное дело! До твоего письма я имел безумную надежду, что я не так прочёл в письме Степана, что это неправда, что милая ''бомба'' жив и здоров. Теперь я, с одной стороны, рад, что имею наконец верные сведения, а с другой, не могу тебе выразить, до чего мне его жаль, до чего трудно мне привыкнуть к мысли, что бомб а уж давно зарыт в земле. Целые дни я об этом всё думаю, и досаднеё всего то, что смерть его покрыла траурным флёром лучезарные мои воспоминания о ''Тифлисе''. Теперь я переношусь туда мыслью с сжиманием сердца, со страхом и глубокой грустью.

Я начинаю думать, что есть какие-нибудь причины, которые мешают мне быть здоровым летом на севере. Помнишь, как я часто прихварывал в Подушкине, как я все прошлое лето недомогал? Теперь ещё хуже. Вот уж около двух недель, что я даже вовсе работать не могу. Постоянное лихорадочное состояние, сосание под ложечкой, а то вдруг неистовая боль в боку, от которой я две ночи не только спать, но даже ''лежать не мог''! Странное дело. В будущем году, если доживу, поеду в Боржом. Не правда ли? Сегодня мне, кажется, совсем хорошо, — но я далеко не уверен в этом и не поручусь, что к вечеру опять никуда не буду годиться.

Кондратьевы всё на днях переезжают в Петербург. Н[иколай] Д[митриевич] уж давно ждёт с нетерпением дня отъезда. Что касается Мэри, то у ней какие-то боли и биения сердца, вследствие коих она решилась ехать лечиться в Петербург и хочет нанять дачу в Царском. В сущности, она просто скучает здесь. Их отъезд сообщает грустный характер этому лету. Ещё я не успел и сколько-нибудь насладиться летом, ибо здоровье мешало, — как уж начинают разъезжаться.

Были у меня на днях гости: ''Кашкин, Юргенсон и Альбрехт''. Так как мне нездоровилось, то я скорее тяготился ими, чем радовался. Ко мне набивается гостить ''Дима Переслени'', но я имел мужество решительно уклониться от этого. Очень может быть, что я навещу ''Ник[олая] Ильич'' а в Уколове. Они очень зовут меня, и мне очень хочется видеть их в новой обстановке, с ''приемышем'', от которого они оба, кажется, в совершенном восторге. Хочется мне также сделать путешествие на ''Иматру'' в Финляндию.

Эмма всё спрашивает, получила ли ты её письмо, и . ждет с нетерпением ответа.

Не забудь написать мне, как зовут ''Гаккеля''? кажется, Мих[аил] Павл[ович]? Модест часто пишет мне. Он скучает, — но много работает и комедию свою уже кончил.

Обнимаю тебя горячо и целую твои ручки. Татусю нежно прижимаю к сердцу.
{{right|Твой, П. Чайковский}}
Новичиха мне смертельно надоела, и я начинаю мечтать о перемене места жительства.

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