V. I.

Lenin

73

To:   HIS MOTHER

Maria Alexandrovna Ulyanova, Vinogradov’s House, Bronnitskaya Street, Podolsk, Moscow Gubernia

January 30, 1899

Yesterday, Mother dearest, I received Neue Zeit from
Anyuta and a price list from Mitya. Merci for them. Today
I read an announcement about
Nachalo [1] in Russkiye Vedomosti . It is a good thing I have managed to finish my
“markets” just in time for the beginning of Nachalo (I finished them at long last today. On Wednesday I am
sending in the last two chapters) and now I shall be free to do a
little work on current affairs. I have received a little book
to review, but have not yet managed to read it. [2]

I do not remember whether I wrote about Anatoly being ill all the time. He has had another misfortune; an order
has arrived transferring him to the village of Antsiferovo
(several dozen versts to the north of Yeniseisk on the road
to
Turukhansk) [3] —further banishment to punish him because an exile by the name of Makhnovets (who only
arrived this winter) ran away and gave somebody Anatoly’s
address. From this the conclusion was drawn in some incomprehensible manner that Anatoly must have known
about the escape! So far Anatoly has not been moved because of his illness—he cannot even go out of the house.
He has applied to be transferred to Minusinsk District or
to Russia for treatment.

Nothing has been heard about Yuly’s transfer.

Three exiles have also been transferred from the village
of Kazachinskoye (where A. A. Yakubova lives); those transferred are Lengnik, to a place not far from us,
Arefyev and Rostkovsky, so the Kazachinskoye colony has
been very, very much thinned out.

Kurnatovsky (he lives in the village of Kuraginskoye, some 100 versts away from us) asked to be transferred to
Shusha; he has been refused; he is now being transferred
to the village of Yermakovskoye (about 40 versts from
Shushenskoye), where he will be quite alone.

We are having exceptionally good weather; very light frosts (10–12°), bright days and sunshine that is already
springlike. This is not a Siberian winter!

Many, many kisses for you and regards to all.

Yours,

V. U.