Nuwe stories - Tolstoy

Tolstoy

Two Hussars

Twenty years had passed. Much water had flowed under the bridge, many had died, many had been born, many had grown up or become old; even more ideas than people had been born and had died. Much of what was good, much of what was bad in the old days, had perished; much that was new and beautiful had come to maturity; and even more that was immature and monstrous had come into the world.

Count Fyodor Turbin had been killed long ago in a duel by some foreigner he had horsewhipped in the street. His son, an exact replica of his father, was a charming young man of twenty-three and was serving in the Horse Guards. In temperament, young Turbin was completely different from his father. There was no trace in him of

A Prisoner of the Causasus (*** in sy oudag het Tolstoy al sy vorige werk verwerp, behalwe hierdie storie. Ek wonder hoekom? Op dit oogaf is daar niks besonders aan nie) 

Ek het al vele kere oor baie ander Tolstoy stories geskryf