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Leo Tolstoy: "Believing that our lives are in the hands of
☝🏻 God, we CANNOT ACT OTHERWISE."
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> Two thousand years ago John the Baptist and then Jesus said to
men: The time is fulfilled and the Kingdom of God is at hand;
bethink yourselves and believe in the Gospel (Mark 1:15); and if
you do not bethink yourselves you will all perish (Luke 13:5).
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AGelbert NOTE: In the KJV of the Bible that I have, the word,
"bethink" in both Mark 1:5 and Luke 13:5 has been replaced with
the word, "repent".
And saying, The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God is at
hand: [glow=teal,2,300]repent[/glow] ye, and believe the gospel.
-- Mark 1:15
I tell you, Nay: but, except ye [glow=teal,2,300]repent[/glow],
ye shall all likewise perish. -- Luke 13:5
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Classic introduction to 🕊️ Leo Tolstoy's ✨
famous book: My ☝🏻 Religion.
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The Death of Ivan Ilyich. The Famous and Classic Novella by Leo
Tolstoy ✨
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🤔 How Much
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a Man Need? by 🕊️ Leo Tolstoy ✨
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🕊️ Leo Tolstoy 👉 My Confession ✨
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> 00:16 I was brought up in the Orthodox Christian faith, but
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> 00:42 A grammar school pupil announced that there is no God
and that all we were taught about him is a mere invention. My
elder brothers were interested in this information.
>
> 01:11 I remember that when my elder brother, Dimitri, devoted
himself to religion, we all ridiculed him and called him Noah. I
remember that I sympathized with these jokes and drew the
conclusion that one must not take these things too seriously.
>
> 02:01 My lapse from faith occurred as usual among people on
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basis of principles, and never had to reckon with religious
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> 02:33 The difference between a man who publicly professes
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> 02:44 Orthodox people are dull and cruel, and consider
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🕊️ Tolstoy Tales ✨ The 🕯️
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'We give; but why 😞 does nobody give us anything?'
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> Part II contains a series of stories written for the people;
and among them What Men Live By, probably the most widely
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[center]WHAT MEN [glow=teal,2,300]LIVE[/glow] BY (1881)[/center]
'We know that we have passed out of death into life, because we
love the brethren. He that loveth not abideth in death.' -- I
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.' -- iv. 7-8.
'No man hath beheld God at any time; if we love one another, God
abideth in us.' -- iv. 12.
'God is love; and he that abideth in love abideth in God, and
God abideth in him.' -- iv. 16.
'If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar;
for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he
love God whom he hath not seen?' -- iv. 20.
A SHOEMAKER named Simon, who had neither house nor land of his
own, lived with his wife and children in a peasant's hut, and
earned his living by his work. Work was cheap but bread was
dear, and what he earned he spent for food.
The man and his wife had but one sheepskin coat between them for
winter wear, and even that was worn to tatters, and this was the
second year he had been wanting to buy sheep-skins for a new
coat.
Before winter Simon saved up a little money: a three-rouble note
lay hidden in his wife's box, and five roubles and twenty
kopeks6 were owed him by customers in the village.
So one morning he prepared to go to the village to buy the
sheep-skins. He put on over his shirt his wife's wadded nankeen
jacket, and over that he put his own cloth coat. He took the
three-rouble note in his pocket, cut himself a stick to serve as
a staff, and started off after breakfast. 'I'll collect the five
roubles that are due to me,' thought he, 'add the three I have
got, and that will be enough to buy sheep-skins for the winter
coat.'
He came to the village and called at a peasant's hut, but the
man was not at home. The peasant's wife promised that the money
should be paid next week, but she would not pay it herself. Then
Simon called on another peasant, but this one swore he had no
money, and would only pay twenty kopeks which he owed for a pair
of boots Simon had mended. Simon then tried to buy the
sheep-skins on credit, but the deader would not trust him.
'Bring your money,' said he, 'then you may have your pick of the
skins. We know what debt-collecting is like.'
6 One hundred kopeks make a rouble. The kopek is worth about a
farthing
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So all the business the shoemaker did was to get the twenty
kopeks for boots he had mended, and to take a pair of felt boots
a peasant gave him to sole with leather.
Simon felt downhearted. He spent the twenty kopeks on vódka, and
started homewards without having bought any skins. In the
morning he had felt the frost; but now, after drinking the
vódka, he felt warm even without a sheep-skin coat. He trudged
along, striking his stick on the frozen earth with one hand,
swinging the felt boots with the other, and talking to himself.
'I'm quite warm,' said he, 'though I have no sheepskin coat.
I've had a drop, and it runs through all my veins. I need no
sheepskins. I go along and don't worry about anything. That's
the sort of man I am! What do I care? I can live without sheep
skins. I don't need them. My wife will fret, to be sure. And,
true enough, it's a shame; one works all day long, and then does
not get paid. Stop a bit! If you don't bring that money along,
sure enough I'll skin you, blessed if I don't. How's that? He
pays twenty kopeks at a time! What can I do with twenty kopeks:
Drink it -- that's all one can do! Hard up, he says he is! So he
may be -- but what about me? You have house, and cattle, and
everything; I've only what I stand up in!
You have corn of your own growing; I have to buy every grain. Do
what I will, I must spend three roubles every week for bread
alone. I come home and find the bread all used up, and I have to
fork out another rouble and a half. So just you pay up what you
owe, and no nonsense about it!'
By this time he had nearly reached the shrine at the bend of the
road. Looking up, he saw something whitish behind the shrine.
The daylight was fading, and the shoemaker peered at the thing
without being able to make out what it was. 'There was no white
stone here before. Can it be an ox? It's not like an ox. It has
a head like a man, but it's too white; and what could a man be
doing there?'
He came closer, so that it was clearly visible. To his surprise
it really was a man, alive or dead, sitting naked, leaning
motionless against the shrine. Terror seized the shoemaker, and
he thought, 'Some one has killed him, stripped him, and left him
here. If I meddle I shall surely get into trouble.'
So the shoemaker went on. He passed in front of the shrine so
that he could not see the man. When he had gone some way, he
looked back, and saw that the man was no longer leaning against
the shrine, but was moving as if looking towards him. The
shoemaker felt more frightened than before, and thought, 'Shall
I go back to him, or shall I go on? If I go near him something
dreadful may happen. Who knows who the fellow is? He has not
come here for any good. If I go near him he may jump up and
throttle me, and there will be no getting away. Or if not, he'd
still be a burden on one's hands. What could I do with a naked
man? I couldn't give him my last clothes. Heaven only help me to
get away!'
So the shoemaker hurried on, leaving the shrine behind him --
when suddenly his conscience smote him and he stopped in the
road.
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'What are you doing, Simon?' said he to himself. 'The man may be
dying of want, and you slip past afraid. Have you grown so rich
as to be afraid of robbers? Ah, Simon, shame on you!'
So he turned back and went up to the man.
Simon approached the stranger, looked at him, and saw that he
was a young man, fit, with no bruises on his body, only
evidently freezing and frightened, and he sat there leaning back
without looking up at Simon, as if too faint to lift his eyes.
Simon went close to him, and then the man seemed to wake up.
Turning his head, he opened his eyes and looked into Simon's
face. That one look was enough to make Simon fond of the man. He
threw the felt boots on the ground undid his sash, laid it on
the boots, and took off his cloth coat.
'It's not a time for talking,' said he. 'Come, put this coat on
at once!' And Simon took the man by the elbows and helped him to
rise. As he stood there, Simon saw that his body was clean and
in good condition, his hands and feet shapely, and his face good
and kind. He threw his coat over the man's shoulders but the
latter could not find the sleeves. Simon guided his arms into
them, and drawing the coat well on trapped it closely about him,
tying the sash round the man's waist.
Simon even took off his torn cap to put it on the man's head,
but then his own head felt cold, and he thought: 'I'm quite
bald, while he has long curly hair.' So he put his cap on his
own head again. 'It will be better to give him something for his
feet,' thought he; and he made the man sit down, and helped him
to put on the felt boots, saying, 'There, friend, now move about
and warm yourself. Other matters can be settled later on. Can
you walk?'
The man stood up and looked kindly at Simon, but could not say a
word.
'Why don't you speak?' said Simon. 'It's too cold to stay here;
we must be getting home.
There now, take my stick, and if you're feeling weak, lean on
that. Now step out!'
The man started walking, and moved easily, not lagging behind.
As they went along, Simon asked him, 'And where do you belong
to?'
'I'm not from these parts.'
'I thought as much. I know the folks hereabouts. But how did you
come to be there by the shrine?'
'I cannot tell.'
'Has some one been ill-treating you?'
'No one has ill-treated me. God has punished me.
'Of course God rules all. Still, you'll have to find food and
shelter somewhere. Where do you want to go to?'
'It is all the same to me.'
Simon was amazed. The man did not look like a rogue, and he
spoke gently, but yet he gave no account of himself. Still Simon
thought, 'Who knows what may have happened?'
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And he said to the stranger: 'Well then, come home with me, and
at least warm yourself awhile.'
So Simon walked towards his home, and the stranger kept up with
him, walking at his side. The wind had risen and Simon felt it
cold under his shirt. He was getting over his tipsiness by now,
and began to feel the frost. He went along sniffling and
wrapping his wife's coat round him, and he thought to himself:
'There now -- talk about sheepskins! I went out for sheepskins
and come home without even a coat to my back and what is more,
I'm bringing a naked man along with me. Matryóna won't be
pleased!' And when he thought of his wife he felt sad; but when
he looked at the stranger and remembered how he had looked up at
him at the shrine, his heart was glad.
Simon's wife had everything ready early that day. She had cut
wood, brought water, fed the children eaten her own meal, and
now she sat thinking. She wondered when she ought to make bread:
now or to-morrow? There was still a large piece left.
'If Simon has had some dinner in town,' thought she, and does
not eat much for supper, the bread will last out another day.'
She weighed the piece of bread in her hand again and again, and
thought: 'I won't make any more to-day. We have only enough
flour left to bake one batch. We can manage to make this last
out till Friday.'
So Matryóna put away the bread, and sat down at the table to
patch her husband's shirt. While she worked she thought how her
husband was buying skins for a winter coat. 'If only the dealer
does not cheat him. My good man is much too simple; he cheats
nobody, but any child can take him in. Eight roubles is a lot of
money -- he should get a good coat at that price. Not tanned
skins, but still a proper winter coat. How difficult it was last
winter to get on without a warm coat. I could neither get down
to the river, nor go out anywhere. When he went out he put on
all we had, and there was nothing left for me. He did not start
very early to-day, but still it's time he was back. I only hope
he has not gone on the spree!'
Hardly had Matryóna thought this, when steps were heard on the
threshold, and some one entered. Matryóna stuck her needle into
her work and went out into the passage. There she saw two men:
Simon, and with him a man without a hat, and wearing felt boots.
Matryóna noticed at once that her husband smelt of spirits.
'There now, he has been drinking,' thought she. And when she saw
that he was coatless, had only her jacket on, brought no parcel,
stood there silent, and seemed ashamed, her heart was ready to
break with disappointment. 'He has drunk the money,' thought
she, 'and has been on the spree with some good-for-nothing
fellow whom he has brought home with him.'
Matryóna let them pass into the hut, followed them in, and saw
that the stranger was a young, slight man, wearing her husband's
coat. There was no shirt to be seen under it, and
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he had no hat. Having entered, he stood neither moving, nor
raising his eyes, and Matryóna thought: 'He must be a bad man --
he's afraid.'
Matryóna frowned, and stood beside the oven looking to see what
they would do.
Simon took off his cap and sat down on the bench as if things
were all right.
'Come, Matryóna; if supper is ready, let us have some.'
Matryóna muttered something to herself and did not move, but
stayed where she was, by the oven. She looked first at the one
and then at the other of them, and only shook her head. Simon
saw that his wife was annoyed, but tried to pass it off.
Pretending not to notice anything, he took the stranger by the
arm.
'Sit down, friend,' said he, 'and let us have some supper.'
The stranger sat down on the bench.
'Haven't you cooked anything for us?' said Simon.
Matryóna's anger boiled over. 'I've cooked, but not for you. It
seems to me you have
drunk your wits away. You went to buy a sheep-skin coat, but
come home without so much as the coat you had on, and bring a
naked vagabond home with you. I have no supper for drunkards
like you.'
'That's enough, Matryóna. Don't wag your tongue without reason!
You had better ask
what sort of man --' 'And you tell me what you've done with the
money?'
Simon found the pocket of the jacket, drew out the three-rouble
note, and unfolded it.
'Here is the money. Trífonof did not pay, but promises to pay
soon.'
Matryóna got still more angry; he had bought no sheep-skins, but
had put his only coat on some naked fellow and had even brought
him to their house.
She snatched up the note from the table, took it to put away in
safety, and said: 'I have no supper for you. We can't feed all
the naked drunkards in the world.'
'There now, Matryóna, hold your tongue a bit. First hear what a
man has to say!'
'Much wisdom I shall hear from a drunken fool. I was right in
not wanting to marry you -- a drunkard. The linen my mother gave
me you drank; and now you've been to buy a coat -- and have
drunk it too!'
Simon tried to explain to his wife that he had only spent twenty
kopeks; tried to tell how he had found the man -- but Matryóna
would not let him get a word in. She talked nineteen to the
dozen, and dragged in things that had happened ten years before.
Matryóna talked and talked, and at last she flew at Simon and
seized him by the sleeve. 'Give me my jacket. It is the only one
I have and you must needs take it from me and wear it yourself.
Give it here, you mangy dog, and may the devil take you.'
Simon began to pull off the jacket, and turned a sleeve of it
inside out; Matryóna seized the jacket and it burst its seams.
She snatched it up, threw it over her head and went to the
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door. She meant to go out, but stopped undecided -- she wanted
to work off her anger, but she also wanted to learn what sort of
a man the stranger was.
Matryóna stopped and said: 'If he were a good man he would not
be naked. Why, he hasn't even a shirt on him. If he were all
right, you would say where you came across the fellow.'
'That's just what I am trying to tell you,' said Simon. 'As I
came to the shrine I saw him sitting all naked and frozen. It
isn't quite the weather to sit about naked! God sent me to him,
or he would have perished. What was I to do? How do we know what
may have happened to him? So I took him, clothed him, and
brought him along. Don't be so angry, Matryóna. It is a sin.
Remember, we all must die one day.'
Angry words rose to Matryóna's lips, but she looked at the
stranger and was silent. He sat on the edge of the bench,
motionless, his hands folded on his knees, his head drooping on
his breast, his eyes closed, and his brows knit as if in pain.
Matryóna was silent, and Simon said: 'Matryóna, have you no love
of God?'
Matryóna heard these words, and as she looked at the stranger,
suddenly her heart
softened towards him. She came back from the door, and going to
the oven she got out the supper. Setting a cup on the table, she
poured out some kvas7. Then she brought out the last piece of
bread, and set out a knife and spoons.
'Eat, if you want to,' said she.
Simon drew the stranger to the table. 'Take your place, young
man,' said he.
Simon cut the bread, crumbled it into the broth, and they began
to eat. Matryóna sat at the corner of the table, resting her
head on her hand and looking at the stranger.
And Matryóna was touched with pity for the stranger, and began
to feel fond of him.
And at once the stranger's face lit up; his brows were no longer
bent, he raised his eyes and smiled at Matryóna.
When they had finished supper, the woman cleared away the things
and began questioning the stranger. 'Where are you from?' said
she.
'I am not from these parts.'
'But how did you come to be on the road?'
'I may not tell.'
'Did some one rob you?'
'God punished me.'
'And you were lying there naked?'
7 A non-intoxicating drink usually made from rye-malt and
rye-flour.
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'Yes, naked and freezing. Simon saw me and had pity on me. He
took off his coat, put it on me and brought me here. And you
have fed me, given me drink, and shown pity on me. God will
reward you!'
Matryóna rose, took from the window Simon's old shirt she had
been patching, and
gave it to the stranger. She also brought out a pair of trousers
for him.
'There,' said she, 'I see you have no shirt. Put this on, and
lie down where you please, in the loft or on the oven8.'
The stranger took off the coat, put on the shirt, and lay down
in the loft. Matryóna put out the candle, took the coat, and
climbed to where her husband lay.
Matryóna drew the skirts of the coat over her and lay down, but
could not sleep; she could not get the stranger out of her mind.
When she remembered that he had eaten their last piece of bread
and that there was none for to-morrow and thought of the shirt
and trousers she had given away, she felt grieved; but when she
remembered how he had smiled, her heart was glad.
Long did Matryóna lie awake, and she noticed that Simon also was
awake -- he drew the coat towards him.
'Simon!'
'Well?'
'You have had the last of the bread, and I have not put any to
rise. I don't know what we shall do tomorrow. Perhaps I can
borrow some of neighbour Martha.'
'If we're alive we shall find something to eat.'
The woman lay still awhile, and then said, 'He seems a good man,
but why does he not tell us who he is?'
'I suppose he has his reasons.'
'Simon!'
'Well?'
'We give; but why does nobody give us anything?'
Simon did not know what to say; so he only said, 'Let us stop
talking,' and turned over and went to sleep.
In the morning Simon awoke. The children were still asleep; his
wife had gone to the neighbour's to borrow some bread. The
stranger alone was sitting on the bench, dressed in the old
shirt and trousers, and looking upwards. His face was brighter
than it had been the day before.
Simon said to him, 'Well, friend; the belly wants bread and the
naked body clothes. One has to work for a living. What work do
you know?'
8 The brick oven in a Russian peasant's hut is usually built so
as to leave a flat top, large enough to lie on, for those who
want to sleep in a warm place.
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