Leo Tolstoy: The Complete Novels and Novellas. Leo Tolstoy

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      Childhood

      First published : 1852

      Translation : C. J. Hogarth (1869-1942)

       Chapter 1 — The Tutor, Karl Ivanitch

       Chapter 2 — Mamma

       Chapter 3 — Papa

       Chapter 4 — Lessons

       Chapter 5 — The Idiot

       Chapter 6 — Preparations for the Chase

       Chapter 7 — The Hunt

       Chapter 8 — We Play Games

       Chapter 9 — A First Essay in Love

       Chapter 10 — The Sort of Man My Father was

       Chapter 11 — In the Drawing-Room and the Study

       Chapter 12 — Grisha

       Chapter 13 — Natalia Savishna

       Chapter 14 — The Parting

       Chapter 15 — Childhood

       Chapter 16 — Verse-Making

       Chapter 17 — The Princess Kornakoff

       Chapter 18 — Prince Ivan Ivanovitch

       Chapter 19 — The Iwins

       Chapter 20 — Preparations for the Party

       Chapter 21 — Before the Mazurka

       Chapter 22 — The Mazurka

       Chapter 23 — After the Mazurka

       Chapter 24 — In Bed

       Chapter 25 — The Letter

       Chapter 26 — What Awaited Us at the Country-House

       Chapter 27 — Grief

       Chapter 28 — Sad Recollections

Chapter 1 — The Tutor, Karl Ivanitch

      On the 12th of August, 18 — (just three days after my tenth birthday, when I had been given such wonderful presents), I was awakened at seven o’clock in the morning by Karl Ivanitch slapping the wall close to my head with a fly-flap made of sugar paper and a stick. He did this so roughly that he hit the image of my patron saint suspended to the oaken back of my bed, and the dead fly fell down on my curls. I peeped out from under the coverlet, steadied the still shaking image with my hand, flicked the dead fly on to the floor, and gazed at Karl Ivanitch with sleepy, wrathful eyes. He, in a parti-coloured wadded dressing- gown fastened about the waist with a wide belt of the same material, a red knitted cap adorned with a tassel, and soft slippers of goat skin, went on walking round the walls and taking aim at, and slapping, flies.

      “Suppose,” I thought to myself,” that I am only a small boy, yet why should he disturb me? Why does he not go killing flies around Woloda’s bed? No; Woloda is older than I, and I am the youngest of the family, so he torments me. That is what he thinks of all day long — how to tease me. He knows very well that he has woken me up and frightened me, but he pretends not to notice it. Disgusting brute! And his dressing-gown and cap and tassel СКАЧАТЬ