V. I. Lenin

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To:   HIS MOTHER

Berlin, den 10. August 1895

I do not know whether you received my last letter which
I sent from here about a week ago. I will repeat my address,
just in case: Berlin, Moabit, Flensburgerstrasse, 12 II (bei
Frau Kurreick) Herrn W. Ulianoff.

I am fixed up here very well—a few steps away from me is the Tiergarten (a splendid park, the best and biggest
in Berlin), the Spree, where I bathe every day, and a station
of the urban railway. There is a railway here that traverses
the whole town (above the streets). The trains run every
five minutes, so it is easy for me to go “to town” (Moabit,
where I am living, is actually considered a suburb).

The only bad thing is the language—I understand far less conversational German than French. The pronunciation
of the Germans is so unlike what I am accustomed to that
I do not even understand public speeches, although in France
I understood practically everything in such speeches from
the very outset. The day before yesterday I was at the theatre; they played Hauptmann’s The Weavers . Although
I had read the whole play beforehand in order to be able
to follow it, I could not catch all the phrases. Still, I am not
discouraged and only regret that I have too little time to
study the language thoroughly.

Regards to all, Yours,

V. U.

If you have already sent me some money, please write and let me know immediately; if not, send it here.

I have had no letters from you for such a long time, probably because they (the letters) are following me around
in my wanderings.

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