Mar 12, 2025
gotta show some appreciation for old krupskaya too
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gotta show some appreciation for old krupskaya too
leninito... (y krupskayita)
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June 3rd is World Bicycle Day.
Few people remember today that the founder of the USSR, Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, was an avid fan of the bicycle and even, as they would say today, a rafting biker, a lover of extreme mountain bike riding. Although, there is nothing surprising in this. Lenin lived for some time in Europe, where cycling was always held in high esteem. And how old was “grandfather Lenin” during the years of emigration -- 30-40? It may be a bit late to participate in the “Tour de France”, but for regular cycling -- the best age! And indeed, a bicycle was a much more familiar means of transportation for Lenin than an armored car.
He tirelessly traveled with Krupskaya around France and Switzerland. He found it good from all sides: accessible inexpensive recreation, physical activity, fresh air. At that time, it was customary to master a bicycle not on your own, as children do now, but with an instructor. So the Bolshevik couple clearly first took cycling lessons and only then took to the real road.
They also involved their friends and comrades in cycling. One of Lenin’s closest associates, Georgy Zinoviev, recalled: “How many times in Paris V. I. took us on a bicycle ride for 50-70 miles just to swim and walk on the picturesque bank of a beautiful river. A fifty-mile bike ride to a beautiful French forest to pick lilies of the valley was considered a common thing.”
Zinoviev’s wife, Zlata Lilina, also said this: “V. I. worked 6 days a week, not giving himself a minute to rest. But one day a week... he rested completely. Then all four of us — Vladimir Ilyich, Nadezhda Konstantinovna, Zinoviev and I — would sit on our bicycles and ride out of town from 6 a.m. until 10-11 p.m. The condition that V. I. set was not a word about politics. The first time we went, it seemed strange to me: what would we talk about if we couldn’t talk about politics? But it turned out that you could talk about many things with V. I. without touching on politics. V. I. was an excellent cyclist.”
Lenin and his companions’ routes often ran along extreme mountain trails in the Alps. When Vladimir Ilyich’s comrades got tired, he slowed down and rode alongside them, urging them to make a final effort and finish the route. At that time, cycling in the Alps was becoming fashionable among tourists.
Via On The Ruins
Translated by redguard
"V. I. Lenin and N. K. Krupskaya, The Last Days" Evgeniya Ilyinichna Gatilova, 1960s (via ussrpictures)
Krúpskaya
¿Será que te tocaste las bolsas de los ojos
y te los viste así salidos de las órbitas
y pensaste largamente frente al espejo
redondo con ornamentos
esta será mi única confesión?
O acaso en tu consuelo
de la espalda sobre el lecho
oliste un perfume aciago
como un campo de celosías.
Un descuido
no es justo con tu gloria.
Ese hambre, ¡su falta!
más me dice.
Pero ¿y si no?
¿Si también,
querido nombre,
algo dice de nosotras
y callaste?
Tengo un querer
no es una cosa nueva.
No es en lo nuevo
que encuentro mis efectos.
Pero mira
y lo que mira va a matarme
¡me confita las piernas,
me las hiela!
Mi querer pone burletes en las puertas.
Pero ni eso
detiene su tarea.
De buscar la flor de terciopelo
unas roja,
otras amarilla.
Me maldigo
de esto que conozco.
¡Yo también
quise dorar mis brazos!
¡Torcer los diestros nombres de las cosas!
¡Romper los tiernos cierres de la espera!
Más tarde vi morir un girasol.
Falta de agua, en la ruta
de mi juventud.
Extraño,
lo que un suelo necesita.
Ahora me refresco del cansancio
de amor en un baño
con los vidrios blancos.
¿Será que te miraste en el espejo?
¿"Ahora soy más fuerte que esta pena,
habrás pensado
pero peno"?
La casa
que quisieron tus entrañas
no apaga una ciudad,
ni quiere apagarla.
Quién mejor para saberlo
que vos, que eras un fuego,
el fuego emperrado,
en ser adentro.
Pero tus ojos no mienten
son el grito de la amada,
la sangre en la herida
de la amante.
Nadezhda Krupskaya | Н.К. Крупская в доме отдыха Архангельское. Погрудный портрет. Неизвестный фотограф. 1935-1936 гг.
nadezhda konstantinovna krupskaya if women are allowed
accepted! the fujosheviks and yurisheviks are welcome too if that wasn't clear