The Life & Letters of Peter Ilich Tchaikovsky — Story, Setting & Ideas
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ile he cared nothing for questions of pedigree, he rejoiced to discover among his earliest ancestors on his father’s side one orthodox Russian from the district of Kremenschug.
Tracing back Tchaikovsky’s pedigree, we do not find a single name connected with music. There is not one instance of a professional musician, and only three can be considered amateurs--his mother’s brother, Michael Assier; her sister Catharine, in her day a well-known amateur in Petersburg society; and the composer’s mother herself, who sang the fashionable ballads of her youth with feeling and expression. All the rest of the family--Assiers and Tchaikovskys alike--not only lacked musical talent, but were indifferent to the art. Thus it is almost impossible to ascertain from whom Peter Ilich inherited his genius, if indeed there can be any question of heredity. His one certain inheritance seems to have been an abnormally neurotic tendency, which probably came to him through his grandfather Assier, who suffered from epilepsy. If it is true, as a modern scientist asserts, that “genius” is merely an abnormal physical condition, then it is possible that Tchaikovsky may have inherited his musical gift, at the same time as his “nerves,” from the Assier family.
Little is known of the early life of the composer’s father, Ilia Petrovich Tchaikovsky. In old age he rarely spoke of his youth, and did not care to be questioned about it. Not that he had any painful memories to conceal, but it was his habit to avoid all reference to himself, and only to speak of his past when he had some amusing anecdote to relate, or when he was induced by others to recall some glad, or sorrowful, event of bygone days.
Ilia Petrovich Tchaikovsky was educated at the School of Mining Engineers, which he left in 1817 at the age of twenty-two, having been awarded the distinction of a silver medal. In the same year he was appointed to an inspectorship in the Mining and Geological Department. His career cannot have been brilliant, since it took him twenty years to rise to the rank corresponding to a lieutenant-colonel. But the fact that at thirty he was already a member of the Scientific Committee of the Institute of Mining Engineers, and lectured on mining law and statistics, proves him to have been a capable and industrious member of his profession.
In private life, all who knew him agreed as to his sympathetic, jovial, and straightforward character. Benevolence--or more correctly speaking, a universal affection--was one of his chief characteristics. In youth, manhood, and old age he loved his neighbour, and his faith in him remained unshaken. His trustfulness knew no limits; and even the loss of his entire fortune, due to misplaced confidence, did not avail to make him suspicious of his fellow-men. To the end of his days, everyone he met was “an excellent, honourable, good fellow.” Disillusionment cut him to the quick, but had no power to obscure his rosy views of human nature. It would be difficult to find a man who possessed so many devoted friends.
Although a capable specialist, as regards general culture and intelligence Ilia Petrovich had only a mediocre equipment. He had no great taste for art and science. Music and the drama interested him most. In his youth he played the flute a little, but gave it up early in life.
On September 11th (23rd), 1827, Ilia Petrovich married Maria Carlovna Keiser, by whom he had one daughter. Shortly afterwards he was left a widower and, in October, 1833, married, for a second time, Alexandra Andreievna Assier.
Almost as little is known of the childhood and youth of the composer’s mother as of his father. As early as 1816 she was left motherless, and was brought up in a Female Orphanage, where she completed her education in 1829. The instruction in this school appears to have been excellent. Alexandra Andreievna had a thorough knowledge of French and German. In addition, she played the piano a little and sang nicely. A satisfactory education for a girl who had neither means nor position.
Those who knew the composer’s mother describe her as tall and distinguished-looking; not precisely handsome, but with wonderfully expressive eyes. All agreed that there was something particularly attractive in her appearance. Peter Ilich recollected his mother as a tall woman, inclined to be stout, with wonderful eyes and beautiful hands, although by no means small. “Such hands do not exist nowadays, and never will again,” he used to say in after life.
Alexandra Andreievna, unlike her husband, was rather reserved and chary of endearments. Her kindness, as compared to his universal amiability, seemed somewhat austere, and showed itself more frequently in act than in speech. The first child of this marriage was a daughter who died in infancy.
In 1837 Ilia Tchaikovsky was appointed inspector of the mines at Kamsko-Votinsk, in the Government of Viatka, where he settled with his wife. On May 9th (21st), 1838, a son was born to them--Nicholas Ilich; while on April 28th (May 10th), 1840, a second son came into the world--Peter Ilich--the subject of this biography.
The position of manager in the case of such important mines as those of Votinsk closely resembled that of a wealthy landowner living on his estate. In some respects it was even more advantageous, because he had every luxury in life provided for him: a fine house, a staff of servants, and almost unlimited control over a number of human beings. Ilia Tchaikovsky even had at command a small army of a hundred Cossacks, and a little court, consisting of such employés in the mines as had any claim to social position. The fine salary, thanks to the wise economy of his wife, sufficed not only for every comfort, but even admitted of something being put by for less prosperous times.
The allowance provided for social purposes sufficed for widespread hospitality, and, owing to the affability of the host, and the characteristic charm of his wife, the Tchaikovskys’ house was the favourite resort of all the neighbouring society. This circle had nothing in common with the uncultured provincial society of those days. It was composed chiefly of young men from St. Petersburg, holding various Government appointments in the district, and of one highly intellectual English family. The proximity of Asia and the remoteness from civilised centres were scarcely perceptible.
About the period of Peter Ilich’s earliest recollections, two new members were added to the Tchaikovsky family--a girl, Alexandra, born December 28th, 1842 (January 9th, 1843), and a son, Hyppolite, born April 10th (22nd), 1844. The care of the younger children now so exclusively occupied the mother’s attention that she was obliged to engage a governess for her eldest son, Nicholas, and a niece, Lydia, who lived with the family. While on a visit to St. Petersburg she became acquainted with Fanny Dürbach, and brought her back to Votinsk in November, 1844.
In view of the lasting influence which her personality exercised upon Peter Ilich, some account of this lady should be given here.
Fanny Dürbach had been specially trained as a teacher, and had already had some experience in her work. She knew French and German thoroughly, and was a strict Protestant. She is still living at Montbeillard, near Belfort, where she continues to give lessons. The poverty in which she lived impressed me still more on my visit to her in 1894, because I knew that two years earlier my brother Peter Ilich had implored her to accept a regular allowance, which she absolutely refused. “I am content with what I have,” she told him; “as far as I can be, after the heavy blows fate has dealt me, I am happy.” The expression of her face, wonderfully young for a woman of seventy-two, and the light in her large black eyes, bespoke such true peace of mind and purity of heart that I felt sure neither her physical ailments, nor the lack of luxury in her surroundings, had power to darken the light of her declining days.
Although Fanny Dürbach’s connection with the Tchaikovsky family lasted only four years, her memory lives with them to-day, while all her successors have long been forgotten. She, too, had retained a vivid recollection of “the happiest time in her life,” and her account of her arrival at Votinsk gives an animated picture of the patriarchal life of the Tchaikovsky family.
“I travelled from Petersburg with Madame Tchaikovsky and her son Nicholas. The journey took three weeks, during which time we became so friendly that we were quite intimate on our arrival. All the same, I felt very shy. Had it only depended upon Madame Tchaikovsky and her boy, all had been well; but there was still the prospect of meeting strangers and facing new conditions of life. The nearer we drew to the journey’s end, the more restless and anxious I became. On our arrival, a single moment sufficed to dispel all my fears. A number of people came out to meet us, and in the general greeting and embracing it was difficult to distinguish relatives from servants. All fraternised in the sincerity of their joy. The head of the family kissed me without ceremony, as though I had been his daughter. It seemed less like a first arrival than a return home. The next morning I began my work without any misgivings for the future.”
Peter Ilich was four and a half years old when Fanny came to be governess to Nicholas and his cousin Lydia, and on the first day his mother had to yield to his tearful entreaties to share the lessons of the elder children. Henceforward he always learnt with them, and resented being excused any task on the grounds of his youth. He was wonderfully quick in overtaking his fellow-pupils, and at six could read French and German fluently. He learnt Russian with a tutor.
From the beginning, Fanny was especially attracted by her youngest pupil; not only because he was more gifted and conscientious than the others, nor because he was more docile than Nicholas, but because in all the child’s ways there was something original and uncommon, which exercised an indefinable charm on everyone who came in contact with him.
In looks he did not compare favourably with Nicholas, and was never so clean and tidy. His clothes were always in disorder. Either he had stained them in his absent-mindedness, or buttons were missing, or his hair was only half-brushed, so that by the side of his spruce and impeccable brother he did not show to advantage at first sight. But when the charm of his mind, and still more of his heart, had time to work, it was impossible not to prefer him to the other children. This sympathetic charm, this gift of winning all hearts, Tchaikovsky retained to the last day of his life.
To my inquiry in what way the boy’s charm showed itself most, our old governess replied:--
“In no one particular thing, but rather in all his ways and actions. At lessons no child was more industrious or quicker to understand; in playtime none was so full of fun. When we read together none listened so attentively as he did, and when on holidays I gathered my pupils around me in the twilight and let them tell tales in turn, no one could improvise so well as Peter Ilich. I shall never forget these precious hours of my life. In daily intercourse we all loved him, because we felt he loved us in return. His sensibility was extreme, therefore I had to be very careful how I treated him. A trifle wounded him deeply. He was brittle as porcelain. With him there could be no question of punishment; the least criticism or reproof, that would pass lightly over other children, would upset him alarmingly.”
The weak and unhappy always found in him a staunch protector. Once he heard with indignation that someone was intending to drown a cat. When he discovered the monster who was planning this crime, he pleaded so eloquently that pussy’s life was saved.
Another proof of his compassion for the suffering was his extraordinary sympathy for Louis XVII. Even as a grown man his interest in the unhappy prince survived. In 1868 he bought a picture representing him in the Temple, and had it framed. This picture, and the portrait of Anton Rubinstein, remained for a long while the only adornments of his walls.
The boy was also influenced by that enthusiastic patriotism--not without a touch of Chauvinism--which characterised the reign of Nicholas I. From this early period dates that exclusive affection for everything Russian which lasted his whole lifetime. Sometimes his love for his country was shown in a very droll way. Fanny used to relate the following story:--
“Once, during the recreation hour, he was turning over the pages of his atlas. Coming to the map of Europe, he smothered Russia with kisses and spat on all the rest of the world. When I told him he ought to be ashamed of such behaviour, that it was wicked to hate his fellow-men who said the same ‘Our Father’ as himself, only because they were not Russians, and reminded him that he was spitting upon his own Fanny, who was a Frenchwoman, he replied at once: ‘There is no need to scold me; didn’t you see me cover France with my hand first?’”
Continuing her reminiscences, Fanny said:--
“As our leisure hours were few, I insisted on devoting them to physical exercise; but often I met with some opposition from Pierre, who would go straight from his lessons to the piano. Otherwise he was obedient, and generally enjoyed romping with his sisters. Left to himself, he preferred to play the piano, or to read and write poetry.”
In the autumn of 1846 his half-sister Zinaïda left the Catharine Institute, in St. Petersburg, and, her education being finished, returned to live at home. With the arrival of this pretty and lively school-girl the house became even merrier and brighter than before. To the boy’s imagination, the new-comer seemed a visitant from a fairy world.
In February, 1848, Ilia Tchaikovsky retired with the rank of major-general. He was anxious to get an appointment as manager of private mines, and with this object in view left Votinsk, with all his family, for a long visit to Moscow. As it was intended on their arrival to send Lydia and the elder boys to school, Fanny now took leave of her friends for good. Not until forty-four years had elapsed did she renew her acquaintance with the family in the person of Peter Ilich.
Besides Fanny’s reminiscences, which form so valuable an addition to the biography of Tchaikovsky, she also preserved the books in which her favourite pupil set down his thoughts in leisure hours; more often than not in the form of verse. The old lady could not be persuaded to let these relics leave her keeping, but she willingly made extracts from them.
These manuscript books naturally contain nothing of real artistic or literary value, but they are not the less interesting on that account. They show the origin and give the explanation of Tchaikovsky’s artistic tendency, and are not merely interesting from a biographical point of view, but as documents in which we may study the evolution of genius. These childish verses prove a precocious desire for expression, before the right medium had been discovered. Here the future musician is knocking at the wrong door.
There are two copy-books and a few loose pages. The handwriting, although not beautiful, is well formed and firm. The pages show traces of carelessness. They would have been very differently written, had they been intended for other eyes than his own. We find here a miscellany of verses, extracts, rough copies of letters, attempts to draw houses, odd words and phrases, all jotted down without any connection.
The first book opens with a translation from a French reading-primer, _L’éducation maternelle_. It bears the date 1847, with a French signature, and is followed by several poems, of which two are in Russian and the rest in French. They may be divided into three groups: the poems relating to God; those which have a patriotic tendency; and those which display his sympathy for the weak and suffering and his love of animals.
The first poem, dated 1847, is called:
L’ENFANT PARLE À SON ANGE GARDIEN
_Tez_ ailes dorées ont volé chez moi(?) Ta _voi_ m’a _parler_ O! que j’étais heureuse _Quant_ tu _venait_ chez moi Tes ailes _son blanc_ et _pur_ aussi Viens encore une _foix_ Pour parler de Dieu puissant!
Later on come some notes headed: “La force, l’activité.” “Il avait dans sa vie la force et l’activité!”
When we recollect the ebullient activity of Peter Ilich’s musical career, and his unflagging energy, we cannot help giving to these fortuitous entries, if not a predictive significance, at least that of a conscious homage to the qualities he most admired.
His patriotic ardour found vent in four poems, dated 1847, of which the following is a specimen:
Terre! _apresent_ tu _est_ loin de moi Je ne te _voi_ plus, o patrie cherie! Je t’embrasse. O! pays _adorée_ Toi, oh Russie _aimé_ _Vien! vien! aupre_ de moi Toi, place où je suis né Je te salut! oh, terre cherie Longtemps quand je suis né Je n’avais ni memoire, ni raison Ni de dons pour parler Oh, je ne savais pas que ma Patrie est Russie!
He also attempted an historical essay in verse on Joan of Arc, whom he had learnt to know from Masson’s _Les Enfants célèbres_. It is entitled:
THE HEROINE OF FRANCE
On t’aime, on ne t’oublie pas Heroïne si belle! Tu as sauvé la France Fille d’un berger! Mais qui fait ces actions si belles!
Barbare anglais vous ont tuée, Toute la France vous admire Tes cheveux blonds jusqu’à tes genoux Ils sont très beau Tu étais si célèbre Que l’ange Michel t’apparut. Les célèbres on pense à eux Les mechants on les oublie!
After 1848 there are no more poetical effusions, perhaps because Fanny was no longer there to preserve such documents; but more probably because the boy had just begun to discover in music a new medium for the expression of his sentiments.
At Votinsk there were no musicians, with the exception of a few indifferent amateur pianists. The mother sang a little, but only played the piano for her children to dance to; at least, from the time of her marriage, we never hear of a more serious _répertoire_. No other member of the household could do even as much. Unfortunately Fanny was not at all musical, so that the place of music master to the future composer fell to the lot of an inanimate object--an orchestrion which his father brought home with him after a visit to St. Petersburg.
This orchestrion was a superior one, with a varied programme. Peter Ilich himself considered that he owed his first musical impressions to this instrument, which he was never tired of hearing. A composition by Mozart had a particular fascination for him, and his passionate worship of this master dates from this period of childhood, when Zerlina’s “Aria,” or any melody from _Don Juan_, played by the orchestrion, awoke in him “a beatific rapture.” Thanks to this instrument, he first became acquainted with the music of Bellini and Donizetti, so that even the love of Italian opera, which he cherished all his life, may be said to have originated in the same way.
Modeste Tchaikovsky's authorized biography of his brother, translated by Rosa Newmarch, is structured as a hybrid of memoir and epistolary record. The narrative voice shifts between the biographer's third-person commentary and the composer's own letters, creating a layered portrait of Tchaikovsky's inner life. The excerpts show how the book moves from broad biographical framing—such as the translator's justification of abridgments—to intimate, first-person accounts of rehearsals, travel, and emotional states. This alternation of perspectives gives the reader direct access to Tchaikovsky's voice while maintaining editorial distance.
The Biographer's Dual Role
Modeste Tchaikovsky occupies a unique position as both sibling and chronicler. The text reveals his presence primarily through the selection and arrangement of letters, yet his own voice emerges in transitional passages that contextualize events. For instance, after quoting a letter about the Maid of Orleans rehearsals, Modeste adds: “The production … left a very unpleasant memory in Tchaikovsky’s mind.” This editorial gloss does not merely summarize; it interprets the emotional residue of the experience. The biographer also notes his brother's sensitivity to criticism, observing that “his artistic vanity was exceedingly sensitive, even when his best friends told him ‘the plain truth.’” Such remarks blend affection with frankness, a tone that distinguishes this work from a purely documentary collection.
Letters as Windows to Mood and Setting
Tchaikovsky's letters are rich with sensory detail and abrupt shifts in mood. Writing from Florence in 1881, he exclaims: “What light! What sunshine! … I feel so well, and yet so sad—I could weep.” The juxtaposition of delight and melancholy is characteristic. His correspondence also records practical frustrations: the difficulty of finding a dress-coat on a Sunday in Rome, or the intrigues of opera officials. These details ground the emotional highs and lows in concrete circumstances. The letters are not merely artistic statements; they are dispatches from a life constantly in motion—between St. Petersburg, Italy, and the composer's own fluctuating spirits.
Critical Reception and Its Aftermath
The excerpts show how the biography handles public failure. After the premiere of The Maid of Orleans, Tchaikovsky reports being “recalled twenty-four times.” Yet a telegram soon informs him that the press deems the opera “poor in inspiration, wearisome, and monotonous.” The narrative does not linger on this contradiction; instead, it moves quickly to the next letter, from Rome. The effect is to let the composer's resilience—or perhaps his avoidance—speak for itself. The biographer notes that Cui “led the chorus of unfavourable opinion,” but offers no rebuttal. This restraint leaves the reader to weigh the public verdict against the private triumph of the premiere.
Readers approaching this biography should attend to the interplay between Modeste's framing and the raw letters. The book's pace quickens during travel sequences and slows for artistic setbacks, mirroring Tchaikovsky's own rhythms. Because the excerpts cover only portions of the composer's life, the full arc of his career must be inferred from the selected correspondence. The index of works and names at the end provides a useful reference for tracking recurring figures and compositions across the seven parts.
There are moments in Modeste's pages—reading Tchaikovsky's own hand about a theme that won't settle—that feel less like biography and more like sitting beside someone working it out. It stays with you. I found that same quiet absorption in Wagner : The Story of the Boy Who Wrote Little Plays — Key Ideas to Explore, where the struggle begins earlier, in a boy's first attempts, and somehow that made the older composer's letters feel even nearer.
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Emily Velazquez - 1 month ago
While historically valuable, this collection is dense and often dry. The letters focus heavily on mundane details of his life, meandering without clear editorial guidance. Casual readers will struggle to stay engaged. Not the best introduction to Tchaikovsky's life; a well-written biography would serve better. -
Molly Carr - 4 weeks ago
The letters offer a fascinating glimpse into Tchaikovsky's mind and creative process. Well-edited and annotated, though occasionally repetitive in his daily concerns. A solid primary source for fans, but general readers might prefer a narrative biography for broader context. -
Sharon Stephens - 2 weeks ago
A deeply personal and revealing collection that brings Tchaikovsky to life beyond his music. The letters show his struggles, triumphs, and the emotional turmoil behind masterpieces like the Sixth Symphony. Essential reading for any classical music enthusiast or historian wanting intimate insight into one of Russia's greatest composers.
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