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Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy - Childhood

Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy - Childhood

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Tolstoy, Lev Nikolayevich(Translator: CJ Hogarth)
Non-Fiction, Biography & autobiography
About Tolstoy:
Count Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy, commonly referred to in English asLeo Tolstoy, was a Russian novelist, writer, essayist, philosopher, Chris-tian anarchist, pacifist, educational reformer, moral thinker, and an influ-ential member of the Tolstoy family. As a fiction writer Tolstoy is widelyregarded as one of the greatest of all novelists, particularly noted for hismasterpieces War and Peace and Anna Karenina; in their scope, breadthand realistic depiction of Russian life, the two books stand at the peak of realistic fiction. As a moral philosopher he was notable for his ideas onnonviolent resistance through his work The Kingdom of God is WithinYou, which in turn influenced such twentieth-century figures as Mohan-das K. Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jr. Source: Wikipedia
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On the 12th of August, 18— (just three days after my tenth birthday,when I had been given such wonderful presents), I was awakened at sev-en o'clock in the morning by Karl Ivanitch slapping the wall close to myhead with a fly-flap made of sugar paper and a stick. He did this soroughly that he hit the image of my patron saint suspended to the oaken back of my bed, and the dead fly fell down on my curls. I peeped outfrom under the coverlet, steadied the still shaking image with my hand,flicked the dead fly on to the floor, and gazed at Karl Ivanitch withsleepy, wrathful eyes. He, in a parti-coloured wadded dressing- gownfastened about the waist with a wide belt of the same material, a redknitted cap adorned with a tassel, and soft slippers of goat skin, went onwalking round the walls and taking aim at, and slapping, flies."Suppose," I thought to myself," that I am only a small boy, yet whyshould he disturb me? Why does he not go killing flies around Woloda's bed? No; Woloda is older than I, and I am the youngest of the family, sohe torments me. That is what he thinks of all day long—how to tease me.He knows very well that he has woken me up and frightened me, but hepretends not to notice it. Disgusting brute! And his dressing-gown andcap and tassel too— they are all of them disgusting."While I was thus inwardly venting my wrath upon Karl Ivanitch, hehad passed to his own bedstead, looked at his watch (which hung sus-pended in a little shoe sewn with bugles), and deposited the fly-flap on anail, then, evidently in the most cheerful mood possible, he turned roundto us."Get up, children! It is quite time, and your mother is already in thedrawing-room," he exclaimed in his strong German accent. Then hecrossed over to me, sat down at my feet, and took his snuff-box out of hispocket. I pretended to be asleep. Karl Ivanitch sneezed, wiped his nose,flicked his fingers, and began amusing himself by teasing me and tick-ling my toes as he said with a smile, "Well, well, little lazy one!"

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