about it.

"What difficulty is there in writing about how an officer
fell in love with a married woman?" he used to say. "There's no
difficulty in it, and above all no good in it."

I am quite convinced that if my father could have done so,
he long ago would have destroyed this novel, which he never liked
and always wanted to disown.


(To be continued)



REMINISCENCES OF TOLSTOY


BY HIS SON, COUNT ILYA TOLSTOY


TRANSLATED BY GEORGE CALDERON

IN the summer, when both families were together at Yasnaya,
our own and the Kuzminsky's, when both the house and the
annex were full of the family and their guests, we used our
letter-box.

It originated long before, when I was still small and had only
just learned to write, and it continued with intervals till the