Published:
First published in 1929 in the journal Proletarskaya Revolyutsiya No. 11.
Sent from Munich to Samara.
Printed from
the original.
Source:
Lenin
Collected Works,
Progress Publishers,
1977,
Moscow,
Volume 37,
pages 339-340.
Translated: The Late George H. Hanna
Transcription\Markup:
D. Moros
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March 24, 1902
Mother dearest,
It is quite a while since I last received any news of you. How are you? We have recently been having perfect spring weather—people go out in summer coats or even without them. There has been no winter at all this year, I should say, though I expect winter is still with you even now in Russia. In Samara, I suppose, the snow is now melting and the time of impassable mud or puddles hidden under the snow is beginning.[1]
What have you in mind for the summer? It would be a good thing if you could get away from town, at least as far as the Zhiguli Hills if you cannot go any further (as I hope you will be able to). How are you keeping now, my dear? In spring, I suppose, all sorts of colds and other illnesses are going around your way too.
What does the future hold in store for Mark? Anyuta writes that instead of Manchuria he is now counting on getting a job somewhere on the Volga. Did he get the job, and where does he intend to live?
I have not had any letters from Mitya either and do not know whether he is in Moscow, or in the south, or how matters stand with his job.
What about Manyasha? Is she still working for the Zemstvo council? She, too, will have to get away from Samara in summer—I still cannot forget how foul it is in the heat.
We are also thinking of where to go in summer, although the towns here in summer are quite different from those of Russia.
I sometimes see Russian magazines—far from all of them and not regularly either. How do you people like Veresayev’s new story in Mir Bozhy? At first I expected a lot, but I am not very pleased with the continuation.
I embrace you fondly, my dear, and send best regards to Manyasha and all acquaintances.
Yours,
V. U.
[1] Lenin’s mother lived in Samara while her daughter Maria spent her term of exile there.
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