“It’s not the first time this has happened,” Stalin explained exasperatedly, “No matter how hard I concentrate, I still drift off.”
When Joseph Vissarionovich came in again, my mother resolutely stated:
"There are no signs of this house being watched. You can move in with us. You can rest, sleep, live a bit more normally."
So Joseph Vissarionovich stayed with us. See more
On the day he moved in, Stalin seemed to be more concerned than usual. He came late at night. After tea, he immediately went to his room, and, falling asleep, we heard him walking unhurriedly around in his room. He fell asleep probably much later - the light did not go extinguished for a long time. In the morning he came into the dining room, when we were all already sitting at breakfast. He moved a cup of tea closer to himself and smiled: “Well, I’ve slept well, which I wasn’t able to do before.”
Stalin’s move over to our apartment coincided with the opening of the Sixth Party Congress, which was taking place in semi-legal circumstances. Kerensky’s agents were on the trail of the congress participants, keeping particularly close tabs on members of the Central Committee. Stalin, who was delivering a report at the congress, had to be on his guard all the time, which is why he didn’t spend his nights at the apartment and would only pop in briefly, arriving at inopportune moments for a quick rest. See more
All his belongings were in a small wicker basket he’d brought back from exile with him. In it he kept his manuscripts, books and a few articles of clothing. He had a single suit, ancient and threadbare. Mother and Aunt Manya scoured the shops and got Joseph Vissarionovich a suit that proved a decent fit. The suit was to Stalin’s liking, though he did ask Mother to fit a chest protector into the jacket. He’d a sore throat at the time and didn’t like wearing collars and ties. A jack of all trades, Aunt Manya made him two high-necked protectors out of black velvet. He wore them.