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Leo Tolstoin kertomuksia by graf Leo Tolstoy
Asuipa kerran muuan suutari vaimoineen ja lapsineen hyyryl?isen? talonpojan talossa. Eip? h?nell? ollut omaa kotoa eik? kontua; suutarinty?ll??n vaan el?tti itsens? ja perheens?. Leip? on kallista, mutta ty? halpaa, niin ett? sen, mink? ty?ll??n sai, sen s?ikin suuhunsa. H?nell? vaimoineen oli yhteinen turkki ja sekin oli jo pahanp?iv?iseksi kulunut; jo toista vuotta oli h?n hommassa saada lampaan nahkoja uudeksi turkiksi.
Syksyksi saikin suutarimme v?h?n rahoja kokoon: kolmen ruplan seteli oli akalla arkun pohjalla ja viisi ruplaa ja kaksikymment? kopeekkaa oli lainattu kyl?n talonpojille.
Niinp? er??n? aamuna l?hteekin suutarimme kirkonkyl??n turkin hankintaan. Paitansa p??lle puki akkansa liinaisen, pumpulilla alustetun mekon ja sen ylle verkakauhtanan; kolmiruplaisen pisti taskuunsa, taittoi matkasauvan ja niin l?hti suuruksen j?lkeen. Menness??n arvelee: "miehilt? saan viisi ruplaa, siihen lis?ksi n?m? kolme, sill? saankin turkikset".
Tuli siit? suutari kirkonkyl??n ja poikkesi yhden talonpojan taloon, - eip? ollutkaan kotona, akka lupasi viikolla l?hett?? ?ij?n tuomaan rahoja, mutta nyt ei antanut rahaa; k?vi siit? toisen luo - mies vannoo, ettei ole rahaa; kaksikymment? kopeekkaa oli kaikkiaan rahaa, ne nyt vaan pisti kouraan saappaittensa korjuusta. Silloin suutari arveli ottaa turkikset velaksi. Mutta turkkuripa ei velkaa uskonutkaan.
- Tuo ensin rahat, sanoi h?n; sitten saat valita mieleisesi nahat; kyll? me tied?mme kuinka niit? mekkoja saa hakea.
Niinp? suutari ei saanutkaan asiatansa aikaan; saihan vaan kaksikymment? kopeekkaa saappaitten korjuusta ja samalla otti miehelt? vanhat huovikkaat nahalla p??llystett?v?ksi.
Suutari k?vi alakuloiseksi, joi nuo kaksikymment? kopeekkaa viinassa ja l?hti turkitoinna kotia. Aamulla oli h?nt? hieman palellutkin, mutta nyt, ryyp?tty??n, oli h?nen turkittakin l?mmin. Kulkee siit? tiet??n, toisella k?dell??n kopahuttelee sauvallaan j??tikk?j? ja toisella taas huovikkaillaan hosuu, puhellen itsekseen.
- Onpa minun, sanoo h?n, turkittakin l?mmin. Tuo viinatilkka suolissa oikein luikertelee. Mit?p? min? turkilla teenk??n. N?in sit? menn??n ja huoletkin ovat haihtuneet. Semmoinen mies min? olen! Mit?s min?? El?np? min? turkittakin. En min? ik?n?ni tarvitse sit?. Se vaan on paha - akka sit? kaipaa. Ja onhan se katkeraakin - minun t?ytyy tuolle miehelle tehd? ty?t? ja h?n pit?? minua pilkkanaan. Malta, malta: jollet tuo rahoja, niin min? riist?n lakinkin p??st?s, totta maar riist?nkin. Mit? t?m? t?mm?inen on? Maksaa parikymment? kopekkaa kerrassaan! Mit?s sit? sill? rahalla saa! Ei muuta kuin - juo suuhusi. "Puute on kova", sanoo h?n. Sinulla on puute; eik?s sit? minulla sitten olekkaan puutetta. Sinulla on talo ja karjaa ja kaikkea muuta, mutta mit?s minulla; sinulla on oma leip?, mutta min? olen ostoleiv?ss?; kolme ruplaa viikossa saa leip??n, vaikka mist?. Kun tulen kotiin, on leip?kin lopussa. Taaskin pane puolitoista ruplaa liikkeelle. Niinp? annakkin minulle omani.
Siten saapui suutari tienristeyksess? olevan kuvakappelin luo. Sen takaa kiilt?? jotain valkoista. Suutari t?hyst?? eik? saa selville, mik? se on; h?m?r? oli jo p?iv?n vallannut. Eih?n t?ss? mit??n kive?k??n ennen ole ollut, arvelee itsekseen. Oisiko joku el?in? Ei se silt? ainakaan n?yt?. N?ytt?? silt?, kuin sill? olisi ihmisen p??; mutta kun se on valkoinen. Ja mit?s ihminen siin? seisoisi?
K?vi l?hemm?ksi - jo n?kyy aivan selv??n. Mik? ihme: tosiaankin se on ihminen; kuollut vai el?v? h?n lienee, alasti istuu liikkumatonna, nojaten kappelin sein??n. Suutaria rupesi hirvitt?m??n; arvelee itsekseen: "ovat kai tappaneet ihmisen, riisuneet ja heitt?neet sitten siihen. Jos tuota l?hestyisi, ei siit? sitten v?h?ll? irti p??sisi".
Ja niin suutari meni ohi; kun p??si siit? kappelin taa, niin katosi ihminenkin n?kyvist?. P??sty??n kappaleen matkaa kappelista, h?n katsahti taakseen ja n?kikin silloin, ett? tuo ihminen oli hiukan siirtynyt ulommaksi kappelista, liikahdellen ja kurkistellen ymp?rilleen. Suutari s?ik?hti kahta kauheammin, arvellen mieless??n: "k?ynk?h?n sen luo vai menenk?h?n vaan tieheni. Kun vaan ei k?visi pahoin, jos sit? l?hestyn: kuka sen tiet??, mik? mies se on. Saattaapa se ?kki? karata kurkkuun kiinni ja kuristaa, eik? siit? sitten hyv?ll? irti p??se; ja vaikkei tuo kuristaisikaan, kyll? sen kanssa sittenkin olisi p??sem?tt?miss?. Mit? min? alastoman ihmisen teen? Enh?n saata ainoita vaatteitani p??lt?ni riisua ja sille antaa. Menn??n vaan pois Jumalan nimeen!"
Suutari kiirehti kulkuaan. Kappeli alkoi j??d? j?lkeen; silloin omatunto rupesi h?nt? soimaamaan.
Ja suutari seisahtui maantiell?.
- Mit?s sin? Simeoni teet, lausui h?n nuhdellen itse??n. L?himm?isesi on n??ntym?isill??n ja sin? pelkuri menet tiehesi. Vai oletko jo tullut upporikkaaksi? Pelk??t kai aarteesi ry?stett?v?n? Nyt, Simoseni, et tee kauniisti.
Simo k??ntyi takaisin ja meni tuon ihmisen luo.
The Kingdom of God is Within You is the non-fiction magnum opus of Leo Tolstoy. The book was first published in Germany in 1894 after being banned in his home country of Russia. It is the culmination of thirty years of Tolstoy's Christian anarchist thinking, and lays out a new organisation for society based on a literal Christian interpretation.
The Kreutzer Sonata and Other Stories by graf Leo Tolstoy
After his involvement in the Siege of Sevastopol (1854-55), Leo Tolstoy decided to write this collection of three fictional sketches about the experience. “Sevastopol in December" takes the reader on a tour of the city, including a makeshift hospital with wounded soldiers. “Sevastopol in May" and “Sevastopol in August" continue the narrative, analyzing what war is—futile, he concludes.
What to Do? Thoughts Evoked by the Census of Moscow by graf Leo Tolstoy
This early work by Tolstoy, published in 1863, is based on his own experiences serving with the army in the Caucasus region in the 1850s. A young Russian, Dimitry Olenin, leaves his cultured life in Moscow in search of authentic experiences among the untamed Cossacks. What he finds will change his life forever.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."