Youth. Лев Толстой

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       graf Leo Tolstoy

      Youth

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664654267

Table of Contents

       I. WHAT I CONSIDER TO HAVE BEEN THE BEGINNING OF MY YOUTH

       II. SPRINGTIME

       III. DREAMS

       IV. OUR FAMILY CIRCLE

       V. MY RULES

       VI. CONFESSION

       VII. THE EXPEDITION TO THE MONASTERY

       VIII. THE SECOND CONFESSION

       IX. HOW I PREPARED MYSELF FOR THE EXAMINATIONS

       X. THE EXAMINATION IN HISTORY

       XI. MY EXAMINATION IN MATHEMATICS

       XII. MY EXAMINATION IN LATIN

       XIII. I BECOME GROWN-UP

       XIV. HOW WOLODA AND DUBKOFF AMUSED THEMSELVES

       XV. I AM FETED AT DINNER

       XVI. THE QUARREL

       XVII. I GET READY TO PAY SOME CALLS

       XVIII. THE VALAKHIN FAMILY

       XIX. THE KORNAKOFFS

       XX. THE IWINS

       XXI. PRINCE IVAN IVANOVITCH

       XXII. INTIMATE CONVERSATION WITH MY FRIEND

       XXIII. THE NECHLUDOFFS

       XXIV. LOVE

       XXV. I BECOME BETTER ACQUAINTED WITH THE NECHLUDOFFS

       XXVI. I SHOW OFF

       XXVII. DIMITRI

       XXVIII. IN THE COUNTRY

       XXIX. RELATIONS BETWEEN THE GIRLS AND OURSELVES

       XXX. HOW I EMPLOYED MY TIME

       XXXI. “COMME IL FAUT”

       XXXII. YOUTH

       XXXIII. OUR NEIGHBOURS

       XXXIV. MY FATHER’S SECOND MARRIAGE

       XXXV. HOW WE RECEIVED THE NEWS

       XXXVI. THE UNIVERSITY

       XXXVII. AFFAIRS OF THE HEART

       XXXVIII. THE WORLD

       XXXIX. THE STUDENTS’ FEAST

       XL. MY FRIENDSHIP WITH THE NECHLUDOFFS

       XLI. MY FRIENDSHIP WITH THE NECHLUDOFFS

       XLII. OUR STEPMOTHER

       XLIII. NEW COMRADES

       XLIV. ZUCHIN AND SEMENOFF

       XLV. I COME TO GRIEF

I. WHAT I CONSIDER TO HAVE BEEN THE BEGINNING OF MY YOUTH

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      I have said that my friendship with Dimitri opened up for me a new view of my life and of its aim and relations. The essence of that view lay in the conviction that the destiny of man is to strive for moral improvement, and that such improvement is at once easy, possible, and lasting. Hitherto, however, I had found pleasure only in the new ideas which I discovered to arise from that conviction, and in the forming of brilliant plans for a moral, active future, while all the time my life had been continuing along its old petty, muddled, pleasure-seeking course, and the same virtuous thoughts which I and my adored friend Dimitri (“my own marvellous Mitia,” as I used to call him to myself in a whisper) had been wont to exchange with one another still pleased my intellect, but left my sensibility untouched. Nevertheless there came a moment