Published:
First published in 1929 in the journal Proletarskaya Revolyutsiya No. 11.
Sent from Paris to Mikhnevo, Serpukhov Uyezd, Moscow Gubernia.
Printed from
the original.
Source:
Lenin
Collected Works,
Progress Publishers,
1977,
Moscow,
Volume 37,
pages 452-453.
Translated: The Late George H. Hanna
Transcription\Markup:
D. Moros
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February 13, 1910
Dear Mitya,
It is quite a while since I received your letter (and later Niva with the problem[1]) and, I am ashamed to say, I have kept putting off answering. How goes the convalescence? I hope that doctors are cautious and do not allow themselves to start work until they have fully recovered. I have often thought of the danger of accidents when I have been riding my bicycle through the centre of Paris, where the traffic is simply hellish. But to fall out like you did, in the country and in the middle of winter! It must have been a pretty wild horse and you were probably driving hell for leather, eh?
Drop me a line to let me know whether you have recovered. Anyuta wrote that there is a hope of the leg mending (completely or not? Will you be able to ride a bicycle?) but not the shoulder. Is that true? I cannot quite believe that it is absolutely impossible to mend a broken shoulderblade. You must start a proper course of treatment and keep it up until you are completely cured.
With regard to Manyasha—I think it would be good for her to have a longer rest in summer. Mother says the same, but is afraid she will not be able to drag her out.... She should, however.
Life here goes on as usual. We live a quiet life. The weather is fine and I intend to start cycling again since I have won the case and should soon get my money from the owner of the car.
All the best. Get better soon and properly. We all send regards.
Yours,
V. U.
[1] The chessmen mentioned here were turned on a lathe by Lenin’s father, Ilya Ulyanov. Lenin’s mother sent him the chessmen in memory of his father. When Lenin moved from Galicia to Switzerland at the beginning of the First World War the set was lost.
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