V. I.

Lenin

136

To:   HIS MOTHER

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.

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Notes:
[1]
Lenin’s mother lived in Samara while her daughter Maria spent
her term of exile there.