In fact, it is unlikely that Tolsto was unhappy with it: the power of his talent gave him a unique opportunity to take his own path and celebrate life in all shows.
I get the physiological pleasure of reading a stereo, and the more I read it, the more fun I have. His words create the scent, the sound, the vibrations, the emotions and the emotions. They are more comprehensive than philosophical doctrines, and even more important than the author himself, whose words are ruthlessly exploited. Apparently, there was never such a "no-brainer" author in the literature who published letters that made us admire his power and fear for his honesty.
Tolsto's words seem to be disconnected from the author to convey the meaning of existence - sometimes surprising, the author himself in the process. Marcel Proust regarded Tolsto as the mastermind of his works, controlling their actions and ideas. If so, he is a generous master who excels because he gives freedom to his heroes and they will live to our memory. Natasha's first ball, Anakina's jump, Ivanovic's illness and death leave the reader intrigued and terrified to face the source of existence. At times, Tolstoy was born to violate literary law and ridiculed her claim to be a book of life.
Tolsto does not like to talk about literature, and does not like writers like Denton and Shakespeare. He did not consider himself a professional writer. He is the serial killer of literary fiction. The mind and body are so overwhelmed with unbridled passions that it is impossible to satisfy their needs.
He is a monster in his own behavior. He hates "progress" and "age of progress"; Welcomes women's freedom in a world of strict social conventions. He loved the common farmer, though he was a complete ruler in blood and habits. Lenin was unusual when he called Tolstoy "the mirror of the Russian Revolution."
I enjoy reading about Tollers' connection to his famous contemporaries, such misconceptions and betrayals. He hated Turgenev for his "democratic space" and loved the talkers. He tried to confront him by taking out six shotguns. He tells the story of the horrors of war in the Sevastopol story, but his personal character is equally eloquent, making his wife afraid of Sofia. His vegetarian business and farming became simultaneous ("A man reaches out and declares that he has fallen for food").
Andre Gede wrote in an article on Dostoevsky that Tolsto concealed the greatness of Dostoevsky. But over time it was considered among the wise that Dostovsky's mountain was higher than that of Tostis. Yes, Dostoyevsky has clear goals and clear actions. The veil is open and we see the ungodly existence leading to sin and evil. Crime becomes punishment. Instead, when Tolsto Ana Carina runs to the train, what is it? Her punishment? Big tragedy? The fate of the fallen woman? Dream stream of consciousness? No answer. To do this with Tolstoy's logic, you're talking to the police, not the author. Dubrovsky's life is short-lived. The idea of Tolsto was constantly squeezed out like a grenade that would explode and take the life of Prince Andrei Bolkonsky.
Tulsus' novel is from the small details of his diary. They grow out of social gossip, childhood interest, family legends. It flooded the garden, and there was a tree with fruit in the sky - delicious, spicy, bittersweet.
The most realistic literature in history - the realism of socialism - tried to reach Tolstoy. She hopes to mimic his style of turning the world around. But Tolstoy's definition is unmatched: writing like Tolstoy is incomparable.
Towards the end of his life, Tylis himself began to criticize excessive praise for "war and peace" and "Anna Carina" - this was the same as a great physicist's praise for his excellent Masarras dance. What about the big misconceptions about yourself and your creative nature? In the end, Pastor Thomas came against his talent. His theory of nonviolent resistance motivated Gandhi and discovered the eastern roots of Russian thought.
However, my beloved Leo Tustic is a hedonist, a constant movement. I love the blankets, the beards, the empty beards, and the hunt for the magic "green tree" in the woods, which is the key to all happiness. His last secret flight from home to Isabella Paula seemed like the height of madness. Looks like the time the author would run into the train.
I recently visited Iasnaia Poliana, about 100 km south of Moscow, and toured her museum home amidst the furniture and the aristocratic nest. I soon realized where “War and Peace” came from - it was a long and busy farmland, a samurai tea party in the fresh air.
Two provincial police officers were stationed at the gate of the property. Have you read the stereo? I asked. We answer at school, they answer.
Without the fat of life, life would be much better. His phrases, carved like the roots of a tree, his observations are as accurate as human tattoos, not to us but to future generations.
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