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The Coffee-house Of Surat The Coffee-house Of Surat

The Coffee-house Of Surat
(After Bernardin de Saint-Pierre) In the town of Surat, in India, was a coffee-house where many travellers and foreigners from all parts of the world met and conversed.One day a learned Persian theologian visited this coffee-house. He was a man who had spent his life studying the nature of the Deity, and reading and writing books upon the subject. He had thought, read, and written so much about God, that eventually he lost his wits, became quite confused, and ceased even to believe in the existence of a God. The Shah, hearing of this, had banished him from Persia.After having argued all... Short Stories - Post by : Colin_Meunier - Date : October 2010 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 2903

Three Questions Three Questions

Three Questions
It once occurred to a certain king, that if he always knew the right time to begin everything; if he knew who were the right people to listen to, and whom to avoid; and, above all, if he always knew what was the most important thing to do, he would never fail in anything he might undertake.And this thought having occurred to him, he had it proclaimed throughout his kingdom that he would give a great reward to any one who would teach him what was the right time for every action, and who were the most necessary people, and how... Short Stories - Post by : scortillion - Date : October 2010 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 972

What Men Live By What Men Live By

What Men Live By
"We know that we have passed out of death into life, because we love the brethren. He that loveth not abideth in death." --1 "Epistle St. John" iii. 14."Whoso hath the world's goods, and beholdeth his brother in need, and shutteth up his compassion from him, how doth the love of God abide in him? My little children, let us not love in word, neither with the tongue; but in deed and truth." --iii. 17-18."Love is of God; and every one that loveth is begotten of God, and knoweth God. He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love."... Short Stories - Post by : Rob_Jean - Date : October 2010 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 831

A Russian Christmas Party A Russian Christmas Party

A Russian Christmas Party
Count Rostow's affairs were going from bad to worse. He was of a warm, generous nature, with unlimited faith in his servants, and hence was blind to the mismanagement and dishonesty which had sapped his fortune. The possessor of a handsome establishment at the Russian capital, Moscow, the owner of rich provincial estates, and the inheritor of a noble name and wealth, he was nevertheless on the verge of ruin. He had given up his appointment as _Marechal de la Noblesse_, which he had gone to his seat of Otradnoe to assume, because it entailed too many expenses; and yet there... Short Stories - Post by : ispvipceo - Date : September 2010 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 1197

The Bird The Bird

The Bird
It was Serozha's birthday, and he received many different gifts; peg tops, and hobby horses, and pictures. But Serozha's uncle gave him a gift that he prized above all the rest; it was a trap for snaring birds.The trap was constructed in such a way that a board was fitted on the frame and shut down upon the top. If seed was scattered on the board, and the trap was put out in the yard, the little bird would fly down, hop upon the board, the board would give way, and the trap would shut with a clap.Serozha was delighted, and... Short Stories - Post by : buffer - Date : September 2010 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 2446

The Gray Hare The Gray Hare

The Gray Hare
A gray hare lived during the winter near a village. When night came, he would prick up one ear and listen, then he would prick up the other, jerk his whiskers, snuff, and sit up on his hind legs.Then he would give one leap, two leaps, through the snow, and sit up again on his hind legs and look all around.On all sides nothing was to be seen except snow. The snow lay in billows and glittered like silver. Above the hare was frosty vapor, and through this vapor glistened the big white stars.The hare was obliged to make a long... Short Stories - Post by : mindbitz - Date : September 2010 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 1105

Father Sergius Father Sergius

Father Sergius
IIn Petersburg in the eighteen-forties a surprising event occurred. Anofficer of the Cuirassier Life Guards, a handsome prince who everyonepredicted would become aide-de-camp to the Emperor Nicholas I and havea brilliant career, left the service, broke off his engagement to abeautiful maid of honour, a favourite of the Empress's, gave his smallestate to his sister, and retired to a monastery to become a monk.This event appeared extraordinary and inexplicable to those who did notknow his inner motives, but for Prince Stepan Kasatsky himself it alloccurred so naturally that he could not imagine how he could have actedotherwise.His father, a retired colonel... Short Stories - Post by : curious_publish - Date : July 2010 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 1054

God Sees The Truth, But Waits God Sees The Truth, But Waits

God Sees The Truth, But Waits
In the town of Vladimir lived a young merchant named Ivan Dmitrich Aksionov. He had two shops and a house of his own.Aksionov was a handsome, fair-haired, curly-headed fellow, full of fun, and very fond of singing. When quite a young man he had been given to drink, and was riotous when he had had too much; but after he married he gave up drinking, except now and then.One summer Aksionov was going to the Nizhny Fair, and as he bade good-bye to his family, his wife said to him, "Ivan Dmitrich, do not start to-day; I have had a bad... Short Stories - Post by : nospecs - Date : July 2010 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 811

An Old Acquaintance An Old Acquaintance

An Old Acquaintance
From "The Invaders." Translated by N. H. Dole.1887(Prince Nekhiludof Relates how, during an Expedition in the Caucasus, he met an Acquaintance from Moscow)Our division had been out in the field. The work in hand was accomplished: we had cut a way through the forest, and each day we were expecting from headquarters orders for our return to the fort. Our division of fieldpieces was stationed at the top of a steep mountain- crest which was terminated by the swift mountain-river Mechik, and had to command the plain that stretched before us. Here and there on this picturesque plain, out of the... Short Stories - Post by : Kathie - Date : July 2010 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 3561

Ivan The Fool Ivan The Fool

Ivan The Fool
CHAPTER IIn a certain kingdom there lived a rich peasant, who had three sons--Simeon (a soldier), Tarras-Briukhan (fat man), and Ivan (a fool)--and one daughter, Milania, born dumb. Simeon went to war, to serve the Czar; Tarras went to a city and became a merchant; and Ivan, with his sister, remained at home to work on the farm.For his valiant service in the army, Simeon received an estate with high rank, and married a noble's daughter. Besides his large pay, he was in receipt of a handsome income from his estate; yet he was unable to make ends meet.... Short Stories - Post by : mare2 - Date : January 2010 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 2951

A Lost Opportunity A Lost Opportunity

A Lost Opportunity
Then came Peter to Him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times?" . . . . "So likewise shall My heavenly Father do also unto you, if ye from your hearts forgive not every one his brother their trespasses."--ST. MATTHEW xviii., 21-35.In a certain village there lived a peasant by the name of Ivan Scherbakoff. He was prosperous, strong, and vigorous, and was considered the hardest worker in the whole village. He had three sons, who supported themselves by their own labor. The eldest was married, the second... Short Stories - Post by : restlesswind - Date : January 2010 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 3297

Polikushka, Or The Lot Of A Wicked Court Servant Polikushka, Or The Lot Of A Wicked Court Servant

Polikushka, Or The Lot Of A Wicked Court Servant
CHAPTER I.Polikey was a court man--one of the staff of servants belonging to the court household of a boyarinia (lady of the nobility).He held a very insignificant position on the estate, and lived in a rather poor, small house with his wife and children.The house was built by the deceased nobleman whose widow he still continued to serve, and may be described as follows: The four walls surrounding the one izba (room) were built of stone, and the interior was ten yards square. A Russian stove stood in the centre, around which was a free passage. Each corner was... Short Stories - Post by : Joanne_L._Mason - Date : January 2010 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 893

The Candle The Candle

The Candle
"Ye have heard that it hath been said, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth: but I say unto you, That ye resist not evil."--ST. MATTHEW V. 38, 39.It was in the time of serfdom--many years before Alexander II.'s liberation of the sixty million serfs in 1862. In those days the people were ruled by different kinds of lords. There were not a few who, remembering God, treated their slaves in a humane manner, and not as beasts of burden, while there were others who were seldom known to perform a kind or generous action;... Short Stories - Post by : iowaebooks - Date : January 2010 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 1392

After The Dance After The Dance

After The Dance
"--AND you say that a man cannot, of himself, understand what is good and evil; that it is all environment, that the environment swamps the man. But I believe it is all chance. Take my own case . . ."Thus spoke our excellent friend, Ivan Vasilievich, after a conversation between us on the impossibility of improving individual character without a change of the conditions under which men live. Nobody had actually said that one could not of oneself understand good and evil; but it was a habit of Ivan Vasilievich to answer in this way the thoughts aroused in his... Short Stories - Post by : diveman - Date : October 2009 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 3462

Alyosha The Pot Alyosha The Pot

Alyosha The Pot
ALYOSHA was the younger brother. He was called the Pot, because his mother had once sent him with a pot of milk to the deacon's wife, and he had stumbled against something and broken it. His mother had beaten him, and the children had teased him. Since then he was nicknamed the Pot. Alyosha was a tiny, thin little fellow, with ears like wings, and a huge nose. "Alyosha has a nose that looks like a dog on a hill!" the children used to call after him. Alyosha went to the village school, but was not good at... Short Stories - Post by : shark - Date : October 2009 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 2579

My Dream My Dream

My Dream
"As a daughter she no longer exists for me. Can't you understand? She simply doesn't exist. Still, I cannot possibly leave her to the charity of strangers. I will arrange things so that she can live as she pleases, but I do not wish to hear of her. Who would ever have thought . . . the horror of it, the horror of it."He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, and raised his eyes. These words were spoken by Prince Michael Ivanovich to his brother Peter, who was governor of a province in Central Russia. Prince Peter was... Short Stories - Post by : bornagain - Date : October 2009 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 2546

The Young Tsar The Young Tsar

The Young Tsar
THE young Tsar had just ascended the throne. For five weeks he had worked without ceasing, in the way that Tsars are accustomed to work. He had been attending to reports, signing papers, receiving ambassadors and high officials who came to be presented to him, and reviewing troops. He was tired, and as a traveller exhausted by heat and thirst longs for a draught of water and for rest, so he longed for a respite of just one day at least from receptions, from speeches, from parades-- a few free hours to spend like an ordinary human being with his... Short Stories - Post by : Lamont - Date : October 2009 - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 3510