The Works Of Tolstoy The Life Of Tolstoy By A Maude 1929 30 V 3 Childhood Boyhood And Youth 1928 V 4 Tales Of My Life 1922 V 5 Nine Stories 1933 V 6 8 War And Peace 1930 32 V 9 10 Anna Karenina 1937 2v V 11 A Confession And The Gospel In Brief V 12 On Life And Essays On Religion V 13 Twenty Three Tales V 14 What Then Must We Do V 15 Ivan Ilych And Hadji Murad 1934 V 17 Plays 1928 V 18 What Is Art And Essays On Art 1929 V 19 Resurrection 1928 V 20 The Kingdom Of God And Peace Essays V 21 Recollections Essays 1937 1935

Author : Leo Tolstoy
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Total Pages : 178 pages
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Download or read book Childhood, Boyhood, and Youth written by Leo Tolstoy and published by . This book was released on 2020-10-20 with total page 178 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: 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 seven o'clock in the morning by Karl Ivanitch slapping the wall close to my head with a fly-flap made of sugar paper and a stick. He did this so roughly 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 out from under the coverlet, steadied the still shaking image with my hand, flicked the dead fly on to the floor, and gazed at Karl Ivanitch with sleepy, wrathful eyes. He, in a parti-coloured wadded dressing-gown fastened about the waist with a wide belt of the same material, a red knitted cap adorned with a tassel, and soft slippers of goat skin, went on walking round the walls and taking aim at, and slapping, flies. "Suppose," I thought to myself, "that I am only a small boy, yet why should 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, so he 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 he pretends not to notice it. Disgusting brute! And his dressing-gown and cap and tassel too-they are all of them disgusting." While I was thus inwardly venting my wrath upon Karl Ivanitch, he had passed to his own bedstead, looked at his watch (which hung suspended in a little shoe sewn with bugles), and deposited the fly-flap on a nail, then, evidently in the most cheerful mood possible, he turned round to us. - Taken from "Childhood, Boyhood and Youth" written by Leo Tolstoy