Part 3 : The Loves of Three Generations
COMING to my office one morning I found, among the pile of private and business letters on my desk, a thick envelope that immediately arrested my attention. Thinking it might contain a newspaper article, I opened it. It was a letter, an extraordinarily long letter. The signature....Olga Wasselowskaya. I looked at it thoughtfully. I knew Comrade Olga Sergejewna Wasselowskaya as an organizer holding a responsible position in the Soviet Republic. I also knew that she was not even remotely interested in the work among women in which I happened to be engaged at the time. What had prompted her to write this endless letter? Glancing at the envelope once more I noticed the words "Strictly Personal" written in large letters across the corner. "Personal?" Personal letters from women usually mean family tragedies, with a plea for advice and understanding. Was it possible that Olga Sergejewna, this quiet, self-contained woman...? It was unthinkable! (From : Marxists.org.)

Part 2 : Sisters
SHE was one of the many who came to me in those difficult days for advice and spiritual guidance. I had seen her at a number of delegate conferences, and remembered having been struck by her pretty, rather intense face with its pensive but intelligent eyes. To-day her face was pale, the eyes even larger and sadder than usual. "I came to you because there is no one else to whom I can go. I have been homeless for the past three weeks – I have no money. I must have work! If I don't get: some means of earning a living soon, there is only one thing left for me – the street." "But, let me see. If I remember rightly you were working. You had a good position. Were you discharged?" "Yes. I worked in the shipping department of our publishing house until two months ago, when I lost my place ... because of my baby. It was so sick, and I had to stay at home again and again to take care of it. It died two weeks af... (From : Marxists.org.)

Part 1 : A Great Love
Source: A Great Love, The Vanguard Press, New York, 1929; Translated: Lily Lore; First Published: 1923; Online Version: marxists.org 2001; Transcription/Markup: Sally Ryan. I ALL this happened long, long ago, at a time when humanity knew nothing of the horrors of war, and the monumental changes of the Revolution still lay in the dim and distant future. It happened in those years when Russia still writhed in the clutches of darkest reaction, in the days of the Czar; the actors of this little drama were "emigrants," men and women who had been exiled, or had fled from their mother country because of political activity in behalf of the stricken masses of their native land. Since then a new world has dawned in Russia, but these pitiful, human tragedies still exist. It is for us to learn and to try to understand. Seven months, seven long, endless months had passed since last she had seen him. W... (From : Marxists.org.)