I know I have not long to live. What with this weather, suppose you grew worse on the road . I hear there are hospitals in town, but what’s the good of that? “Uncle Khveder, Uncle Khveder, I say,” cried a (young fellow, a post-driver in a sheepskin pelisse and with his whip in his belt, entering the room and turning towards the sick man. The stories featured vary between 60 and 100+ e-book pages. ” Did you get ’em for nothing? The birds swarmed restlessly in the depths of the forest, and, as if beside themselves, kept twittering delightfully; the sappy leaves whispered joyously and calmly on the tree-tops, and the branches of the living trees gravely, sublimely, rustled over the dead body of the fallen tree. ” ” Looks like, doesn’t it? “Anyhow, it doesn’t seem to interfere with his appetite.”. Presently the mistress rested both arms on the seat of the carriage, and also tried to raise herself in order to sit up a little higher, but her strength failed her. ” Well, I don’t look now as if I had been crying,” said she, and, opening the door herself, she went in. The mouth of the invalid suddenly put on a childish pout and the tears flowed from her eyes. It was hot, stuffy, dark, and oppressive in the post-station room, which smelt of people, baked bread, cabbage, and sheepskins. . ” said one of the drowsy drivers half awake. Let’s go and see ! There’s no room for you, anyhow, and besides, they like to have clean folks.” ” Hello, Serega ! It was Autumn. On the sunny side of the road, behind fences, in town houses and country houses, everything was light and motion. . “It is more than she can bear. . The first rays of the sun penetrating the transparent clouds lit up the heavens, and rapidly traversed earth and sky. A Confession (1882) By the time of his 50th birthday, Tolstoy had already written the hugely … YEYEBOOK FREE LIBRARY MULTILANG © 2021. . You, my father, do try and quiet her and induce her to go away from here.”. She prayed long and fervently, but her bosom remained just as sick and sore; in the sky, in the fields, on the road, everything remained just as grey and dull; and that autumn mist neither denser, nor thinner, lay just as before over the mud of the road and over the roofs of the cottages, and over the carriages and the sheepskins of the post-drivers who, conversing together with strong and merry voices, were oiling the wheels of the vehicles and putting fresh horses to. This is now a case for a priest.”, “Ah, my God! A collection of short stories by Count Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy (Leo Tolstoy - 1828-1910.) The sick woman stretched back her head and gradually opened her eyes. ! “I’ll tell you what, my friend, I fear you’ll be all the worse for the journey, especially in this weather, and Edward Ivanovich says the same thing. But what’s to be done? But what are we to do if God wills it so? The invalid inclined her head by way of assent. “There it is again,” she said, irritably shoving aside with her pretty, wasted hand the corner of the crinoline of her maid, which had barely touched her leg, and her mouth pouted peevishly. Her lips were dry and restless, her travelling cloth dress lay in straight folds over her shrunken bosom. Not a single blade of grass below, not a single leaf on the high branches of the trees was astir. He is merciful and almighty.” And with an eager prayer on her lips and streaming eyes, she again gazed upon the holy image. What’s to be done, then?”—and the husband put his hand over his eyes. His touzled beard was not clean, his sunken, turbid eyes raised themselves with difficulty to the young fellow’s face. With her hands on her knees, and closed eyes, the mistress rocked softly on the pillows piled up behind her, and kept on coughing an internal cough, at the same time slightly wrinkling her brows. .”. The work of Russian authors varies from romance, satire, religion, politics. ISBN: 1840224533. The husband, after pausing a short time, went into the post-station. “How are you now?” asked the doctor, taking her hand and feeling her pulse. “Come, let us see what is in the bottom of the coach. “You never will do what I ask you,” said she with a weak and querulous voice. We have all a great many sins to answer for, I know that ; but I trust in God’s mercy to forgive us all— I am sure He will forgive us all. ” Something in the sick man’s breast overflowed and buzzed, he bent over and gave himself up to a throaty coughing fit which he could not rid himself of. Over everything lay a cold, whitish covering of still- falling dew, unillximinated by the sun. View: 279 ” replied Serega, standing up and arranging the folds of his yarmak round his legs. Leo Tolstoy is a great story teller. Next the crown of one of the trees began to shiver unusually, its sappy leaves began to whisper something, and a wagtail sitting on one of its branches, took a hop or two, and then, waving its tail, hopped, with a faint piping cry, on to the next tree. Later in life, he also wrote plays and essays. ” Come, Serega, take your seat,” said the starosta, looking in again, ” Lady Shirkinskaya is ill, you know.” Serega quickly divested himself of his big, worn- out, bulgy boots, and pitched them under a bench. Later in life, he also wrote plays and essays. Tolstoy is best known for his two longest works, War and Peace (1865–69) and Anna Karenina (1875–77), which are commonly regarded as among the … Slackening their steps, they passed close to the carriage and stared into the open window. Their work has been published and translated worldwide and attracted many readers. One of them was the mistress, thin and pale. The old woman’s face suddenly became overcast and she began to sob. Leo Tolstoy was a Russian writer who primarily wrote novels and short stories. He seems to be dead,” said the driver. “Not one of them mind me,” added she, as soon as the doctor had, with noiseless step, quitted her, and darted up the steps of the post-station like a lynx.