The Last Days of TolstoyChertkov, V. G. (Vladimir Grigorevich)
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The Last Days of Tolstoy
Chertkov, V. G. (Vladimir Grigorevich)
Tolstoy, Leo, graf, 1828-1910
But above all Leo Nikolaevitch had to suffer directly from his wife's
antagonism and disagreement with regard to what was for him more
precious than anything. This hostility on the part of his wife often
reached the point of unconcealed hatred of him, making him at times
despair of the possibility of softening her heart at all. As years
went on the spiritual rift between them became complete. Leo
Nikolaevitch had periods of such doubt and depression of spirit that
he felt quite hopeless, and was ready to run away from home. One of
these periods I have referred to above, but even at the beginning of
the 'eighties Leo Nikolaevitch had moments when he could scarcely
restrain himself from going away.
It was so, for instance, in the summer of the year 1884. In his diary
of that time we find such entries: "If only I could have confidence
in myself.... I cannot go on with this savage life. Even for them"
(the members of his family) "it would be a benefit. They will
reconsider things if they have anything like a heart.... I said
nothing, but I felt horribly depressed. I went away, and meant to go
away altogether, but her being with child made me turn back half way
to Tula.... It was horribly painful.... It was a mistake not to go
away. I think it will be bound to happen sooner or later."[10]
After 1884, as Leo Nikolaevitch's spiritual forces developed further
and gained strength, he did succeed to some extent in bearing
patiently the insults and suffering inflicted upon him, and learnt to
resign himself to the painfulness of his position, extracting gain
for his inner life from all that he endured. But how hard it still
was for him may be seen, for instance, from the confession that broke
from him in conversation with a friend of his, the peasant M. P.
Novikov, when the latter visited him on the 21st October, 1910: "I
have never concealed from you that in this house I am boiling as in
hell, and I have always dreamed of going away, and longed to go
somewhere into the forest to a keeper's hut, or to a village to some
lonely peasant's hut, where we could help one another. But God has
not given me the strength to break away from my family. My weakness
is perhaps a sin, but I could not for the sake of my personal
satisfaction make others suffer, even although they are members of my
family...."
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