5 love confessions from Russian writers: A guide for the tongue-tied

Sergei Prokudin-Gorsky; Alexander Kislov
Love affairs in Russian literature rarely have a happy ending. More often than not, insurmountable circumstances prevent the hero and heroine from sharing eternal bliss. But the writers themselves didn’t do too badly romance-wise. Let’s take a peek at their passionate love letters...

1. Alexander Pushkin to his future wife Natalia Goncharova. March, 1830  

“Today is the anniversary of the day I first set eyes on you; this day... in my life... The more I think, the more convinced I become that my existence cannot be separated from yours: I was created to love you and to follow you; all my other concerns are a complete misconception and insanity.”

Russia's number one poet had many women, constantly fell in love, and left behind some exquisite love lyrics. However, as soon as he married Natalia Goncharova, his Casanova adventures ceased. When apart from his young wife, he wrote long, tender letters, asking after her health and showing pangs of jealousy.

2. Fyodor Dostoevsky to his wife Anna. July 21 (August 2), 1876

“My angel, I notice that I am becoming more and more attached to you and can no longer endure separation from you. You can turn this fact into your favor and enslave me now even more than before, but know that the more you enslave me, Annie, the happier I will be. Je nedemande pas mieux. [I could not wish for anything better. (French)]”

After a childless first marriage, Dostoevsky’s second time was to his stenographer, Anna Snitkina, who was 25 years his junior. She helped him meet the impossible deadline for his novella The Gambler, and gave birth to four children.

Read more: Dostoevsky: Turbulent in love as well as life

3. Leo Tolstoy to his future wife Sofia Behrs. September, 1862

“Tell me, as an honest person, do you want to be my wife? Only if from the bottom of the heart you can bravely say ‘yes.’ Otherwise, if you have any shadow of doubt inside yourself, say instead ‘no.’ For the sake of God, think hard about it. I am afraid to hear ‘no’ but I anticipate it and will find the strength to endure it. But if I am fated never to be loved as a husband the way that I love, it will be awful!”

Sofia Tolstaya (as she became) is perhaps the most famous wife in literary history and a real heroine, bearing 13 children for her wilful husband. She was 24 years younger than her long-winded spouse, and manually copied out the whole of War and Peace several times, catering for the author's countless and confusing revisions.

4. Anton Chekhov to his wife Olga Knipper. October 29, 1901

“My darling, my angel, my sugarplum, my dog [that’s right], I implore you to believe that I love you, I love you deeply; don’t ever forget me, write and think about me more often. Whatever happens, even if you were to suddenly turn into an old woman, I would still love you—for your soul, for your temperament [...] I long to kiss and embrace you tightly. And kiss you again. The bed seems lonely to me, as if I’m a stingy bachelor, old and malevolent. Please write!! Your Antoine.”

Chekhov’s letters to his wife are mostly brief (he is credited with the saying, “Brevity is the sister of talent” [although he is rumored to have borrowed it from Shakespeare: “Brevity is the soul of wit”), yet tender and ironic. Chekhov calls his wife a “dog” (some women might have objected), blows verbal kisses and words of love, and threatens jokingly (we hope) that she will “be beaten” if she does not write to him every day. Olga had a reputation as a frivolous person, yet despite (or because of) this, she wrote her own profusive declarations of love to her husband: “Hugs and kisses. I kiss every wrinkle on your face.”

5. Vladimir Nabokov to his future wife Vera Slonim. November 8, 1923

“I swear to everything that is dear to me, to everything that I believe in, that I have never loved as I love you—with such teary-eyed tenderness and such a sense of radiance. [...] Above all else, I want you to be happy, and it seems to me that I could give you this happiness—happiness is sunny, simple, something not quite ordinary.

[...] I love you, I want you, I need you unbearably... Your eyes that shine so astonishingly when you lean back, when you tell a witty anecdote—your eyes, your voice, your lips, your shoulders are so light and sunny...”

The intellectual snob Nabokov was poignantly close to his wife, and when they were apart he described to her all the details of his life in graphic and literal detail, even physiological. Nabokov's letters to his wife were published in a separate book.

Read more: Writers and their wives: Together in love, work and legacy

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