Cholera

Братъ мнѣ непишетъ, пологая что его письма по обыкновенію, для меня неинтересны—Въ чумное время дѣло другое; радъ письму проколотому; знаешь что покрайней мѣрѣ живъ—и то хорошо. Если вы въ Калугѣ, я пріѣду къ Вамъ черезъ Пензу; если вы въ Москвѣ, т. е. въ Московской деревнѣ то пріѣду къ Вамъ черезъ Вятку, Архангельскъ и Петербургъ. Ей богу не шучу — но напишите мнѣ гдѣ вы а письмо адресуйте Лук: Уѣздъ въ село Абрамово для пересылки въ Болдино. Скорѣй дойдетъ. Простите. Цалую ручки у матушки; кланяюсь въ поясъ сестрицамъ.

My brother doesn’t write to me, thinking that his letters, as usual, don’t interest me. In a time of plague it’s a different matter. You are glad to get a letter even with holes punched in it. At least you know the writer is alive, and that’s something. If you are in Kaluga, I will come to you by way of Penza. If you are in Moscow, that is, at your family’s estate near Moscow, I will come to you by way of Vyatka, Arkhangelsk, and Petersburg. So help me God, I’m not joking. But write and tell me where you are, and address the letter: Lukoyanov District, village of Abramovo, to be forwarded to Boldino. It will get here sooner. Goodbye. I kiss your mother’s hands, and bow low to your sisters.

Я сунулся было въ Москву, да узнавъ что туда никого не пускаютъ воротился въ Болдино да жду погоды—Ну ужъ погода! Знаю что не такъ страшенъ чортъ якъ его малюютъ; знаю что холера не опаснѣе Турецкой перестрѣлки—да отдаленность—да неизвѣстность—вотъ что мучительно. Отправляясь въ путь писалъ я своимъ чтобъ они меня ждали черезъ 25 дней—Невѣста и перестала мнѣ писать, и гдѣ она, и что она до сихъ поръ не вѣдаю—Каково? тоесть, душа моя Плетневъ, хоть я и не изъ иныхъ прочихъ, такъ сказать—но до того доходитъ что хоть въ петлю—Мнѣ и стихи въ голову не лѣзутъ, хоть осень чудная, и дождь и снѣгъ и по колѣно грязь. Не знаю гдѣ моя; надѣюсь что уѣхала изъ чумной Москвы, но куда? въ Калугу? въ Тверь? въ Карлово къ Булгарину? ничего незнаю—

I set off for Moscow, but when I learned that no one is being let in, I turned back to Boldino, and now I’m waiting for the weather. And what weather! I know the devil is not as black as he is painted. I know that cholera is no more dangerous than Turkish gunfire. But the distance, and not knowing: that is what torments me. When I set out, I wrote to my family to expect me in 25 days. My bride has even stopped writing to me, and where she is and how she is, I still don’t know. How do you like that? I mean, my dear Pletnev, I’m not one of your ordinary folk, so to speak, but things have come to the point where I could hang myself. Not even verses come into my head, though the autumn is wonderful: rain and snow and mud up to your knees. I don’t know where my girl is. I hope she has left plague-stricken Moscow, but for where? Kaluga? Tver? Karlovo, to Bulgarin’s? I know nothing.

Посылаю тебѣ, Баронъ, Вассальскую мою подать, именуемую Цвѣточною, по той причинѣ что платится она въ ноябрѣ въ самую пору цвѣтовъ. Доношу тебѣ, моему Владѣльцу, что нынѣшняя осень была дѣтородна, и что коли твой смиренный Вассалъ не околѣетъ отъ сарацинскаго падежа, Холерой именуемаго, и занесеннаго намъ крестовыми воинами т. е. бурлаками, то въ замкѣ твоемъ, Литературной Газетѣ, пѣсни трубадуровъ неумолкнутъ круглый годъ.

I send you, Baron, my vassal’s tax, called the Flower Tax because it is paid in November, right in the season of flowers. I report to you, my Lord, that this autumn has been fruitful, and that if your humble vassal does not drop dead of the Saracen murrain called Cholera, brought to us by crusaders, that is, by barge haulers, then the songs of troubadours will not fall silent all year round in your castle, the Literary Gazette.

Изъ Моск. Вѣдомостей, единственнаго журнала доходящаго до меня, вижу любезный и почтенный Михайло Петровичъ что вы не оставили Матушки нашей. Дважды порывался я къ Вамъ, но карантины опять отбрасывали меня на мой несносный островокъ откуда простираю къ Вамъ руки и вопію гласомъ велимъ. Пошлите мнѣ слово живое, ради Бога. Никто мнѣ ничего непишетъ. Думаютъ что я холерой схваченъ или зачахъ въ карантинѣ. Не знаю гдѣ и что моя невѣста. Знаете-ли вы, можете-ли узнать? ради Бога узнайте и отпишите мнѣ: въ Лукояновскій Уѣздъ въ село Абрамово, для пересылки въ село Болдино.

From the Moscow Gazette, the only paper that reaches me, I see, my dear and esteemed Mikhail Petrovich, that you have not left our Mother Moscow. Twice I have tried to break through to you, but the quarantines threw me back again onto my unbearable little island. From here I stretch out my hands to you and cry out with a loud voice. Send me a living word, for God’s sake. No one writes to me at all. They think I’ve caught the cholera or wasted away in quarantine. I don’t know where my bride is or how she is. Do you know, or can you find out? For God’s sake, find out and write to me: Lukoyanov District, village of Abramovo, to be forwarded to the village of Boldino.

А главнаго то и несказалъ: срокъ [день] моему долгу въ слѣдующемъ мѣсяцѣ, но я не смѣю надѣяться заплатить Вамъ. Не я лгу, и не мошна лжетъ—лжетъ холера и прилыгаютъ 5 карантиновъ насъ раздѣляющихъ. Прощайте, будьте живы. Что братъ?

But I haven’t said the main thing. My debt to you falls due next month, but I don’t dare hope to pay you. It’s not I who lie, and not my purse. The cholera lies, and the five quarantines between us help it lie. Goodbye, and stay alive. How is your brother?

The most terrible outbreak of cholera which ever occurred in this kingdom, is probably that which took place in Broad Street, Golden Square, and the adjoining streets, a few weeks ago. Within two hundred and fifty yards of the spot where Cambridge Street joins Broad Street, there were upwards of five hundred fatal attacks of cholera in ten days. The mortality in this limited area probably equals any that was ever caused in this country, even by the plague ; and it was much more sudden, as the greater number of cases terminated in a few hours. The mortality would undoubtedly have been much greater had it not been for the flight of the population. Persons in furnished lodgings left first, then other lodgers went away, leaving their furniture to be sent for when they could meet with a place to put it in. Many houses were closed altogether, owing to the death of the proprietors ; and, in a great number of instances, the tradesmen who remained had sent away their families : so that in less than six days from the commencement of the outbreak, the most afflicted streets were deserted by more than three-quarters of their inhabitants.

The most terrible outbreak of cholera which ever occurred in this kingdom is probably that which took place in Broad Street, Golden Square, and the adjoining streets, a few weeks ago. Within two hundred and fifty yards of the spot where Cambridge Street joins Broad Street, there were upwards of five hundred fatal attacks of cholera in ten days. The mortality in this limited area probably equals any that was ever caused in this country, even by the plague; and it was much more sudden, as the greater number of cases terminated in a few hours. The mortality would undoubtedly have been much greater had it not been for the flight of the population. Persons in furnished lodgings left first, then other lodgers went away, leaving their furniture to be sent for when they could meet with a place to put it in. Many houses were closed altogether, owing to the death of the proprietors. And, in a great number of instances, the tradesmen who remained had sent away their families, so that in less than six days from the commencement of the outbreak, the most afflicted streets were deserted by more than three-quarters of their inhabitants.

Dr. Fraser also first called my attention to the following circumstances, which are perhaps the most conclusive of all in proving the connexion between the Broad Street pump and the outbreak of cholera. In the “Weekly Return of Births and Deaths” of September 9th, the following death is recorded as occurring in the Hampstead district: “At West End, on 2nd September, the widow of a percussion-cap maker, aged 59 years, diarrhoea two hours, cholera epidemica sixteen hours.”

Dr. Fraser also first called my attention to the following circumstances, which are perhaps the most conclusive of all in proving the connection between the Broad Street pump and the outbreak of cholera. In the “Weekly Return of Births and Deaths” of September 9th, the following death is recorded as occurring in the Hampstead district: “At West End, on 2nd September, the widow of a percussion-cap maker, aged 59 years, diarrhea two hours, cholera epidemica sixteen hours.”