Letter to Maria Alexandrovna Ulyanova, July 18, 1895

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18 juillet (July 6), 1895

I wrote my last letter, unless I am mistaken, on the 8th. Since then I have wandered about quite a lot and have landed up at a Swiss spa; I have decided to take advantage of the fact and get down seriously to the treatment of the illness (stomach) that I am so fed up with, especially as the doctor who runs the place has been strongly recommended to me as a specialist in his field. I have been living at this spa for several days and feel not at all bad; the board is excellent and the treatment seems to be effective, so I hope to get away from here in four or five days. The cost of living here, as far as I can see, is very high; treatment is still more expensive, and I have already exceeded my budget and no longer expect to manage on my own resources. If you can, send me another 100 rubles or so to this address: Suisse, Zürich. Parterre. Seilergraben, 37, H-n Grünfest[1] [nothing else; there is no need for anything to be passed on to me].[2] In any case I shall await an answer at this address and shall not send you my address because it would be useless—anyway, I shall be leaving here before I get an answer.

How did you enjoy your journey down the Volga? What was new there? Is everybody well? A letter has probably been sent me, but I have not yet received it [the last news I had was from Mark, in Paris—a postcard ], because I have been on the move all the time. If it was sent to the Paris address I shall receive it.

Are you having a hot summer? Here it is very hot, but I am now living in a good place, a long way from the town, amid greenery and close to a big lake.

Regards to all,

Yours,

V. U.

  1. The address given was apparently that of Saul Gr/"unfest, one of those who organised the Minsk printing press of the General Redistribution Group. In 1882 he went abroad and joined the Emancipation of Labour group, for which he did some administrative work.
  2. The best way to send money is in a registered envelope, through the post.—Lenin