Translated from: ru/1915/1915-02-27_pismo_vi_leninu_27_fevralya_1915.txt

27 February

Hello, dear Vladimir Ilyich!

Iosif is visiting me right now, and we wanted to send you our greetings. How are you? What are you up to? How is your mood? Write whatever you can. We thirst for a living word. We shall look forward to a letter from you.

Suren

Regards to Nadezhda Konstantinovna and Grigory, and indeed to all our friends.

My greetings to you, dear Ilyich, the warmest of greetings! Regards to Zinoviev, regards to Nadezhda Konstantinovna! How are you, how is your health? I am living as before, chewing my bread, serving out the second half of my term. A bit dull, but there is nothing to be done. And how are your affairs? Things must be livelier where you are... I recently read some articles by Kropotkin -- the old fool has completely lost his mind. I also read a short article by Plekhanov in Rech -- that old incorrigible windbag! Well, well... And the liquidators with their deputies, those agents of the Free Economic Society? There is no one to give them a thrashing, devil take me! Will they really go unpunished?! Cheer us up and let us know that soon an organ will appear that will lash them in the face, and soundly, and without let-up.

If you decide to write, use this address: Turukhansk Territory (Yenisei Province), village of Monastyrskoye, to Suren Spandarian.

Yours,

Koba.

Timofei asks me to convey his sour regards to Guesde, Sembat, and Vandervelde in their glorious, ha-ha, ministerial posts.

Bolshevik Leadership. Correspondence. 1912-1927. p. 21.

RGASPI. F. 558. Op. 1. D. 53. L. 1-3.