V. I.

Lenin

81

KRUPSKAYA AND LENIN TO LENIN’S SISTER MARIA

Mlle Marie Ouljanoff, Rue des Minimes, 40, Bruxelles, Belgique

March 7

Again I am guilty of great unpunctuality, dear Manya, but do not be angry. Your letter came just before our
guests arrived. We resolved to celebrate Shrovetide in style
and invited everyone from the town (six people). [1]

Our quiet Shusha suddenly became crowded and noisy. We spent the time in real holiday fashion and the five days
passed before we realised it. On the last day Mikhail
Alexandrovich also came (he is now our nearest neighbour
and we hope to see him often—he lives 35 versts from here).
After the visitors it took us all a long while to get back
to normal again. Volodya has immersed himself in an article in reply to Struve. Still that eternally new question of
the markets. It looks as though Volodya will have to put in
quite a lot of time on polemics in defence of the postulates
made in his Studies . He intends to write about Kablukov,
too. I have no regular occupation, I just read. I have now
been ten whole months in Shusha and have not managed to
get anything done, I am always going to do something.
Spring is in the air. The ice on the river is covered with
water all the time and the sparrows in the willow trees are
chirping furiously; the bullocks low as they pass up and
down the street and the landlady’s hen under the stove clucks so loudly in the morning that she wakes everyone
up. The streets are muddy. Volodya is more and more often thinking of his gun and waders, and Mother and I
are thinking of planting some flowers. From this description you can get some idea of the way we pass our time
and will realise that there is not a great deal of material
here for letter-writing. Judging by your letter, your life
is the exact opposite of ours—there is life and movement
all round you. You seem to be entering into local life and
to be full of its interests. Thanks for the newspaper cuttings,
send some more. Your irritation at your lack of knowledge
of French only impresses upon us the pitiful knowledge of
languages that Volodya and I possess—his knowledge is a little better, but mine is very poor. We have got hold
of Turgenev in German and intend to start translating from
Russian into German, but so far we have neither a dictionary nor a grammar and, even if we had, it is hardly likely
we should study. Apparently we shall get to know languages
only when we go abroad and necessity forces us to study
them seriously. When are you thinking of coming home?
Will you have to take any examinations? Do you feel very
homesick in Brussels? Have you many friends?

Oh yes—did you know that Anatoly is very ill? The doctors have diagnosed consumption and he has a high
temperature all the time. Kuba was given permission to go
to Yeniseisk for three weeks and she has gone there. She
writes rarely and only to clear her conscience, so I don’t
know how she is getting on—probably not too well. Zina is still the same as usual, merry and vivacious. And so,
good-bye. Many kisses. All the best. Mother asks me to kiss you. Write more often.

Yours,

Nadya

Best wishes, Manyasha, and I, too, thank you for the cuttings. I have nothing to add to Nadya’s letter.

V. U.

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Notes:
[1]
See Letter No. 78.— Ed .