At his theatre, which opened in 1882 with
Important works such as
When the curtain goes up to reveal an artificially-lighted room with three walls, these great talents, high priests of sacred art, demonstrate how people eat, drink, love, walk, wear their jackets; when out of cheap, vulgar tableaux and cheap, vulgar speeches they try to extract a moral - a tiny little moral, easy to understand, useful around the house; when in a thousand different ways they serve up the same old thing over and over again - then I run and keep on running . . . (Act 1)
During the period when Korsh and Lentovsky dominated the Moscow scene, Chekhov's journalism entailed much theatre attendance, and he became acquainted with actors and managers. Familiarity bred contempt in him but could not efface his perennial fascination with the stage. Many of his early works teem with vignettes of backstage life, usually presented as caricatures or sardonic social commentary. There is nothing idealised about Chekhov's gallery of thespians, who are depicted as vain, ignorant, petty but somehow more sympathetic than the solid citizenry. In the late 1880s, when Chekhov's friendship with professional playwrights such as Shcheglov (Leon- tyev) and Prince Sumbatov (Yuzhin) deepened, and when he saw his own plays produced, his commentary grew more embittered, more caustic and more exasperated.4 Actors are capricious and conceited,' he wrote to Leykin (4 December 1887), 'half-educated and presumptuous,' and, to Suvorin, 'actresses are cows who fancy themselves goddesses' (17 December 1889).
Actors never observe ordinary people. They do not know landowners or merchants or village priests or bureaucrats. On the other hand they can give distinguished impersonations of billiard markers, kept women, distressed cardsharps, in short all those individuals whom they observe as they ramble through pothouses and bachelor parties. Horrible ignorance (to Suvorin, 25 November 1889).
When Suvorin proposed to buy a theatre in St. Petersburg, Chekhov tried vainly to dissuade him. But once Suvorin's Theatre was a
As his intimacy with professionals grew, Chekhov commented even more impatiently about the theatre's shortcomings. 'I implore you,' he wrote to Shcheglov, 'please fall out of love with the stage'.
True, there is a lot of good in it. The good is overstated to the skies, and the vileness is masked . . . The modern theatre is a rash, an urban disease. The disease must be swept away, and loving it is unhealthy. You start arguing with me, repeating the old phrase, the theatre is a school, it educates and so on . . . But I am telling you what I see: the modern theatre is not superior to the crowd; on the contrary, the life of the crowd is more elevated and intelligent than the theatre ... (25 November 1888, 20 December 1888)