This new edition combines Tolstoy’s most famous short tale, The Death of Ivan Ilyich , with a less well known but equally brilliant gem, Master and Man , both newly translated by Ann Pasternak Slater. Both stories confront death and the process of In Ivan Ilyich , a bureaucrat looks back over his life, which suddenly seems meaningless and wasteful, while in Master and Man, a landowner and servant must each confront the value of the other as they brave a devastating snowstorm. The quintessential Tolstoyan themes of mortality, spiritual redemption, and life’s meaning are nowhere more movingly and deftly explored than in these two tales.
This unique edition also includes a critical Introduction and extensive notes by Ann Pasternak Slater, a Fellow at St. Anne’s College, Oxford.
Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy (Russian: Лев Николаевич Толстой; most appropriately used Liev Tolstoy; commonly Leo Tolstoy in Anglophone countries) was a Russian writer who primarily wrote novels and short stories. Later in life, he also wrote plays and essays. His two most famous works, the novels War and Peace and Anna Karenina, are acknowledged as two of the greatest novels of all time and a pinnacle of realist fiction. Many consider Tolstoy to have been one of the world's greatest novelists. Tolstoy is equally known for his complicated and paradoxical persona and for his extreme moralistic and ascetic views, which he adopted after a moral crisis and spiritual awakening in the 1870s, after which he also became noted as a moral thinker and social reformer.
His literal interpretation of the ethical teachings of Jesus, centering on the Sermon on the Mount, caused him in later life to become a fervent Christian anarchist and anarcho-pacifist. His ideas on nonviolent resistance, expressed in such works as The Kingdom of God Is Within You, were to have a profound impact on such pivotal twentieth-century figures as Mohandas Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jr.
Although set in 19th century Russia, The Death of Ivan Ilyich is a short story that still resonates today. Of course, this is primarily due to the subjects it deals with—things humans continue to be curious about: the state of death and the act of dying. Or, more saliently, the effects of death and dying on the person who is dying and his/her surroundings.
Funerals are, I believe, for the living and not the dead. Every time I attend, read about or watch a funeral, I see conflict. Of course, there is sadness and mourning, but most of all, I see conflict. There are jabs about how the funeral should or should’ve been carried out, how a relative should act and shouldn’t act, what should be who’s and whatnot. It’s awful to even think that someone would pretend to be mourning for the deceased, but the truth is, people do that and the supposed friends of Ivan Ilyich, his wife and his daughter, are no better. His daughter mainly thinks of her own happiness, his wife thinks about getting more money, and his ‘friends’ think about better positions at work and higher salaries. During Ivan’s last moments, we see only his son, who’s rather absent in the short story, and a servant named Gerasim are the ones who really care and feel sorry about Ivan’s inevitable death. It’s the actions of all of these characters that has me believing that this tale may forever relevant because there will always be people like them.
Of course, this tale can be rather boring to some people because of the lack of action, the repetition of Ivan’s complaints, and how shallow Ivan is. Though this shallowness of Ivan may have been intentional of Tolstoy because as Vladimir Propp states in the Morphology of the Folktale, characters are ‘spheres of action’ meant to act as the mechanisms for distributing ‘functions’ around a story. So, Ivan may simply be just that. A mechanism to distribute things Tolstoy wants to mention/allude to in a story. As for the lack of action, well, I didn’t mind that. Perhaps Tolstoy simply wanted to show that a normal man living a mundane life can be ‘unjustifiably’ afflicted with an unknown death-causing disease. Thus, due of this, the man realizes that he has never truly lived life because he hasn’t truly been assured of such and now, as he’s dying, he’s desperate to feel alive but is unable to because the disease has imprisoned him. It gets him thinking about the meaning of life and whether there’s any point of to it because living things cannot escape death. It’s nihilistic and depressive, but certainly thought-provoking.
Furthermore, what I find extremely interesting about this translation of The Death of Ivan Ilyich is the notes Slater adds, particularly the ones on the errors made by Tolstoy himself in the original Russian version of this tale. It’s also rather helpful for those who are analyzing this text (or thinking of doing such) for academic purposes and all.
Master and Man, on the other hand, shares a similar nihilistic theme, though it is not as salient in this short story. Unlike Ivan who tries to earn his pleasures through hard work, Vassili has no qualms in stealing from the church (as in he takes the church funds in his care and aims to use them to buy a plot of land for himself). Nikolai, on the other hand, is to a small degree, Gerasim’s counterpart. Moreover, there’s a little A Christmas Carol feel to Master and Man, since Vassili is like Ebenezer Scrooge and Nikolai is like Bob Cratchit, and that both stories are set in a period of festivities. I also got a The Little Match Girl feel near the end when Vassili is close to death.
Compared to The Death of Ivan Ilyich, there is more action in Master and Man. Vassili and Nikolai are lost in a blizzard while trying to reach their destination so the short story is largely about this, whereas The Death of Ivan Ilyich is largely about a man lamenting his wasted life. Thus, those who have found The Death of Ivan Ilyich ‘boring’ may prefer Master and Man.
Personally, I prefer The Death of Ivan Ilyich over Master and Man. Both of these short stories have interesting footnotes from Slater, but I feel that the former has a larger quantity of thought-prompting moments. Nevertheless, they’re both rather quick reads and certainly worth reading.
Two points in our lives can only be known and experienced anecdotally: our birth and our death. “The Death of Ivan Ilych” and “Master and Man” are Leo Tolstoy‘s late masterpieces. Written well after “War & Peace” and “Anna Karenina,” both stories directly confront the long, uneventful process of dying, some two decades before Tolstoy‘s own death at the railway station of Astapova. Yet both stories also draw on experiences described in his earlier work and resolve some of the questions overwhelming him during his crisis of faith in the 1880s.
“The Death of Ivan Ilych”
“The Death of Ivan Ilych” is a short novel but not a modest one. As the spiritual crisis of Levin, Leo Tolstoy’s self-portrait, had been left unresolved in “Anna Karenina,” here he describes the agony of ambivalence that led to that resolution, albeit through the story of a less complicated man, a man less liable to crises of self-understanding than Levin
Ivan Ilych is an ambitious bureaucrat jostling his way up the ladder of advantages in a corrupt Russia still harnessed by the czar’s bureaucratic apparatus. He slides gracefully into the roles offered to him, adjusting the attitudes and ethics of his youth to fit with the exigencies of his career, and accepting gladly the circus of perks and soul leisures offered by fashionable society and its luxuries. He particularly enjoys playing cards, a pastime evidently despised by Tolstoy as much as by the German philosopher Schopenhauer, who thought it the most degraded and senseless behavior imaginable.
Following what seems like an unremarkable injury, Ivan becomes gradually more incapacitated until finally he is unable to rise from the couch in his drawing room. Tolstoy describes with ferocious zeal the intensity of Ivan‘s physical suffering, which so exhausts him that eventually he gives up speaking and simply screams without remission, horrifying his attendant family. Love is not raised in the story’s last pages. It is his wife and son’s pity that rouses Ivan Ilych reciprocal compassion. His last word, and attempt to say “prosti” (“forgive me“) is a stumbled apology and not a pardon. Ironically, no one understands what he says. In the end, death proves not to be the destination of Ivan’s tormented and ignorant spiritual journey. Instead, it is simply the wasted province of all that he leaves behind by relinquishing his life, all the possessions and affectations, and even the human intimacies that he permitted himself in order to pass off his life as a reality worth settling for.
“Master and Man”
The toughness and simple dignity of the Russian peasant is the central theme of this story in which a wealthy, effete landowner is cast alongside his sturdy servant to face a harrowing winter snowstorm. Their master tries unsuccessfully to use the servant for his survival, as he has used his body for his own comfort for many years. The master dies in the blizzard but the servant, using his peasant wisdom and strength, survives to have a long and productive life.
The wealthy and youthful Vasili Andreevich is the master who is driven by greed to set out in a blizzard to make a bid on a piece of property. Nikita is the man, a “peasant of about 50 from a neighboring village“ who works as a freelance laborer. On the day that Andreevich decides to leave, Nikita is the only labor around who is sober so Andreevich hires him to accompany him in his sled from the small village where he lives to Goryackin. Nikita, although “a habitual drunkard,“ is not keen to make the journey, he outfits the sled with his favorite horse, Mukhorty.
Andreevich prizes Nikita for his dedication to work and his “kindly and pleasant temper.“ About twice a year, however, Nikita goes on a destructive bender that lasts until he has lost everything. Andreevich especially likes Nikita for “his honesty, his kindness to animals, and especially his cheapness.“ Nikita’s accommodating personality is the compensatory part of his character, that feeds on his guilt about drinking. We’ve all been there.
Wearing two fur-lined coats, Andreevich jumps into the coach, takes the reins and gives the horse a swat with the whip. At first, they follow some tracks in the snow left by the previous sled, but quickly realize they have veered off the road. They take a turn that they hope will put them on another road marked with stakes, but once again are surrounded by snow drifts and become disoriented. The two men can find no road to either side of the sled. At last, Andreevich stops the sled to allow the sweating, heaving horse to rest. When they resume their journey, they follow the sound of girls singing and approach the village of Grishkino. They pause for vodka and a bite of food, and the generous farm family offer them a place to spend the night. Refusing, they leave and promptly get lost in the snowy woods again.
It is dark when they decide to stop for the night. Nikita finds a comfortable spot near the front of the sled to huddle against the snowstorm. Andreevich prances about, sleepless, bemoaning his fate. Finally, he lies on top of the sleeping Nikita and puts his two coats above himself. This scene serves as a dramatic reminder to the reader of the commonsense wisdom of the peasant, contrasted with the clueless dithering of the wealthy. When villagers find them the next day, Andreevich is frozen, Nikita is alive, but suffering frostbite. After surgery for removal of dead tissue and recuperation, Nikita lives for another 20 years. The narrator asks rhetorically whether Nikita was pleased with his life or would have preferred to die in the snow.
Before Tolstoy died, he told his daughter, “The more a man loves, the more real he becomes.” This seems to be the overwhelming message of both stories. Tolstoy understood this concept most completely after his spiritual conversion and could not rest until he tried his best to convey it to others through his writing, whether in parables, folktales, drama, pamphlets, or fiction. Like the look of warning on the dead face of Ivan Ilych which Peter Ivanovich looks down upon, Tolstoy’s stories communicate a warning of the same message to his readers. Thus, “The Death of Ivan Ilych” and “Master and Man” read repeatedly throughout one’s life as one always needs to be reminded, or rather warned, to live and love before death comes.
Yes, it’s a great life with authors like Leo Tolstoy and readers like you in it. Rock on, mis amigos and mis amigas!
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خستهای و کنار قفسهٔ کتابهای خانه نشستهای. این روزها، وسط خواندن کتابهای دیگر، چشمت به کتابی نازک در قفسهٔ کتاب میخورد: از آن کتابهایی که فلهای از دستهدوفروشی محل خریدهای.
داستان اول را که دو بار خواندهام و دربارهاش نوشتهام. پس با وجود وسوسهای فراوان برای خواندن بار سوم، از آن میگذرم و نمیخوانم. میرسیم به داستان دوم که کلاً ۵۹ صفحه با قلم تقریباً ریز انگلیسی است. جالب آن که مترجم این نسخه از کتاب خواهرزادهٔ بوریس پاسترناک نویسندهٔ معروف روس است. مقدمهٔ کتاب که سیری بسیار مختصر به احوالات درونی تولستوی دارد بسیار جالب است. خاصه آن که اشاره میکند تولستوی با پیرنگهای شبیه همین داستانها در جوانیاش قصهنویسی کرده است اما مرگ را بسیار دور میدیده اما در حین نوشتن رمان آناکارنینا دچار بحرانهای روحی و اعتقادی عمیق میشود و در نتیجه این دو داستان را در اواخر عمرش مینویسد که مرگ سرنوشت محتوم شخصیتهای اصلی داستان است. هنوز هم میگویم که «مرگ ایوان ایلیچ» جزو برترینهای ادبیات داستانی است حداقل از بین آنهایی که خودم خواندهام.
رمان دوم قصهٔ ارباب باتبختری است به اسم وازیلین که به همراه نوکرش نیکیتا که مردی سادهدل است در روزی برفی به سمت شهر دیگری میروند که در آنجا ارباب میخواهد زمین بخرد تا سود بسیار زیادی از خرید آن زمین نصیبش بشود. واگویههای ارباب بیشتر درونی است که نسبت به همهٔ دستاوردهای زندگیاش مغرور است. در مقابل نیکیتا که دورهای از عمرش دائمالخمر بوده و به همین خاطر همسرش از او جدا شده و هر چه داشته و نداشته را از او ستانده است، مردی بسیار خوشقلب است که حتی با حیوانات هم مهربان است و جوری با اسبش صحبت میکند که پنداری رفیق فهمیمی را مخاطب قرار داده است. حالا شب میشود و به خاطر طمع ارباب که ��صرار دارد حتماً به راه ادامه دهند، راه را گم میکنند و در بوران گیر میکنند (نکتهٔ حاشیهای: یک لحظه در معنای بوران شک کردم و در واژهنامه سراغش را گرفتم: ظاهراً واژه اصالتی روس/تاتار دارد. Буран حداقل طبق تلفظ واژهگوی ترجمهگر گوگل همان بوران است و به معنای باد قوی شمالشرقی در روسیه و آسیای مرکزی). خب حالا ارباب هنوز به فکر املاک و اموال و پولش است و دست به کارهای خودخواهانه میزند ولی نیکیتا آرام است و مرگ را امری زیباتر از زندگی مییابد. در آخر قصه که مرگ نزدیک هر دو است، ارباب به پوچی تمام تلاشهای دنیاییاش فکر میکند (مضمونی شبیه به همین در مرگ ایوان ایلیچ هم وجود دارد) ولی نیکیتا دغدغهاش بخشیده شدن نسبت به بدیها و گناههایش دارد. آخر قصه را هم نمیگویم که برای خودش پایانی جالب و بهیادماندنی است.
جالب است که وقتی با تولستوی و داستایوسکی طرفیم، حتی آثار کمتر شناختهشدهشان از بسیاری از آثار پرطمطراق ادبی جذابتر و عمیقتر هستند. پنداری سهگانهٔ تولستوی، داستایوسکی و چخوف که هر کدام از جنبهای سرآمد بودند، دیگر در ادبیات تکرار نخواهد شد، همانطور که سهگانه حافظ، سعدی و مولوی هیچ وقت در ادبیات ایران تکرار نشدند.
پینوشت: ظاهراً بوران ریشهٔ ترکی دارد و به معنای چرخاننده است.
After watching Living (with Bill Nighy) this morning, i found out Ishiguro wrote the screenplay, and based it on Kurosawa's Ikiru - -which itself was inspired by The Death of Ivan Ilyich, which i read such a long time ago i had almost no memory of it. This ed. was translated by Ann Slater Pasternak - gr granddaughter of Boris P, who knew Tolstoy.
Two different , and contrasting, takes on the the way one faces the end of life. They made me see the idea of redemption/salvation outside of its usual religious context. These men were not appealing to a higher judge to determine their worth. They were judging it themselves.
Ilyich missed a very important opportunity for his redemption when his son comes to him in his last day. The son wants to comfort him, but Ilyich angrily sends him away. Ilyich does not see that this son is a living example of some good that he has given to the world even though he was desperately searching for such a good effect of his life. This caused me to reflect back on Ilyich's law career in which he helped many people by treating them and their troubles with respect, which was in contradiction of the culture at the time. He never pondered how this may have had a profound effect on someone, if even only one client of his.
Brehkunov on the other hand is overcome by redemption without even particularly trying find it. In the simple act of trying to save another man's life a wave of clarity overcomes him. Although he looks back and sees a life that is probably mostly shallow and fairly meaningless, when he finds in himself this spirit of self-sacrifice and even love for a "lower" human being he sees that all is redeemed.
I'm not a religious person so I have never really related to these ideas of redemption or final rites, but Tolstoy has shown them in a light that has no relation to any theology but comes from within. It is the call of each of our souls. Of course as readers we can contemplate our current living lives and see if we would like to adjust them to change the circumstances of what will be our deathbed thoughts.
These two stories are great companion pieces.
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Only a writer of Tolstoy’s caliber could write such profound short stories full of truth and wisdom about human nature. These two are stories about death and reading them together was fascinating. My reading of The Death of Ivan Ilyich was enriched by KSP’s exploration of the story in On Reading Well, in which she examines the virtue of love and its impact (or lack thereof) in the protagonist’s life. As much a clarifying gut check as anything else, that story will be a good one to return to in the future.
In Ivan Ilyich, Tolstoy is exploring the meaning of life through the reality of death — how one means nothing without the other — and while he is genuinely perplexed and philosophic about what the act of dying is, the truth of living a good life is not going to be found in the straight and narrow path of the bourgeois existence full of material possessions and happiness by way of ignoring unhappiness. It is a more purely contemplative story than it reads. And with sentences measured to the exact number of words needed and with a poetry of necessity, it is a strong read. I’ve read Master And Man but in another book, but I can say that that story rocks, too. Oh Boy! It’s Tolstoy! Oy! Oy! Read him — Doy!
Hell yeah! Write it like you see it Tolstoy. I was expecting the uneasy experience of delving into the depths of death and these two stories came through as big time winners. Themes of ethics, morality, forgiveness, subjagation, materialism, the meaning of life, and reckoning all come to 'life' when characters are faced with death. What a great subject matter and Tolstoy describes the struggle with adeptness and mastery through his flawed characters.
I loved this book! There are actually two stories in this book- both were excellent. Honest, realistic discussions about death are important and hard to come by in our culture. This was an excellent, thought-provoking, and raw look at death and dying. This little book is going in my top ten favorites. It’s maybe the most important book I’ve read behind the Bible.
In Tolstoy's classic style, both stories address the idea of having lived well and what it means to die well, grounded in biblical principles, but also slightly philosophical. I found both stories to be so different from each other while still addressing the same issue and reaching the same conclusion of sorts.
HOW does he do it? Fuuuuu!@#$%&* Tolstoy makes me contemplate my life and I love him for it. How simply he does it...how complex it is. My godz. Get busy living. Also, be better.
Two stories in one book, each explores the slow process of painful dying but in a different way. Fascinating and compelling read. My first Tolstoy book. Definitely not the last.
THE DEATH OF IVAN ILYICH / MASTER AND MAN - Leo Tolstoy (1800s): 8 ‘The Death Of Ivan Ilyich’: 9. A powerful and personal exploration of pain, sickness, self-doubt, and the possibility of forgiveness. At first this story was tiresome to me. But soon it escalated, and soon I felt so close to the dying man that I lamented his pain and felt his visions. Following a man who we know, within the first few lines, is dead, is a brave choice. But as his life and the chapters accelerate, the reader is drawn so effectively toward him that his pain becomes unbearable even to them. Tolstoy’s writing is, as ever, remarkably concise, while juggling so many details and such immense beauty and ugliness. ‘Master And Man’: 8. Tolstoy weaves together two opposite characters in the effortless way he has of writing and progressing plot. This story feels like a fable of a more complex, modern time: the drunkard attempting to reform, and his drunk, greedy master, get lost in the snow together. The characters act completely themselves and, in the end, change in ways opposite of their initial actions, yet natural considering their circumstances. A masterful showcase of characterization, setting, and plot: all the markers of a perfectly rounded short story.
Came for Ivan Ilyich, stayed for Master & Man. I can see why II is a classic worth reading, whereas my attention span was decidedly low while meandering through M&M via audiobook. Enjoy the former! :)
In general, I don't care for Depressing, Fatalistic Russian Literature, but this I liked. The story begins with the news of Ivan Ilyich's death and then it goes back in time telling about his life and his slow torturous death. I explores how we live to expectations of society only to realize we haven't lived well. It's a story very well told. I am not sure how well it would play for the middle school set, but it is a great introduction to Depressing, Fatalistic Russian Literature without having to muck through a zillion pages of Anna Karenina.
I'll be reading this book as part of Leland Ryken's "Commending the Classics" series on The Gospel Coalition's website (first installment found here: http://thegospelcoalition.org/blogs/t...).
Preferred Master and Man to the Death of Ivan Ilyich.
The first story, non surprisingly, is mostly describing how the main character lived until he died, which I'm sure people will have found multiple different meanings, metaphors, and analogies but, for me, it really didn't do much. Surely these people will analyze every sentence and idea in the book as if they knew exactly what is the rest of the iceberg the author intended to establish while just writing its surface, but for me it was just a book about a guy and how he then liked his live, then he didn't, then he got sick, then he died. Ok, and? Didn't really care for any characters, didn't really care for the description of how an imaginary character lived based on what it's author decided it did until they died, so... Not something I'd say I'd read again.
The second story's title is, again, pretty much on the nose. And also deals with death and the normal lives of people. This time being an episode of the life between two people, a master and their worker, while going through a snowstorm to go somewhere. Again, I'm sure people will find all kinds of different meanings in this story but for me it just felt like an arbitrarily imagined world, with arbitrarily imagined characters who do arbitrarily decided things because the author decided so. It was a little bit more interesting than the first just because it wasn't literally just a biography of the life of an imagined character, but other than that, again, it really didn't do much for me either.
This is a book I'm glad I've read (Khadji Murat is still one of my favourite books of all time so I'm definitely glad to know more of Tolstoy) but something that was neither a particularly enjoyable read nor something I'd read again.
Although these are supposed to be critiques of the "normal" viewpoint of the contemporary Russian middle-class man of his day, the protagonist of Ivan Ilyich and the Master of the second story were neither one of my usual approach to life. I am not very materialistic nor concerned too much with how other people will perceive me, although there is much too much of that in my psyche, I will readily admit. I don't pursue the materialistic goals of these two protagonists actively, but the stories serve as a reminder that it is too easy to get swept up in the norms of society.
This is the first fiction I have read in a long time. I was a bit surprised to not get dragged down by excessive description of horses, sleighs, muddy boots, and all the minutiae of Russian life in the late 19th century. I did have a wee bit of an issue with the looong drawn out Russian names and what appears to be a habit of using two names for the characters. Since these are both short stories, there was not a cast of thousands to keep track of thankfully, but I've heard that Russian authors have a tendency to write that way.
I'm not sure about this foray into fiction. I've started another one, this from the mid-1990's United States popular press. I've heard great things about this book. Looks like it's going to be some sort of romance. I've enjoyed a few of those in the far distant past, but I have my doubts. I've started another more to my liking to parallel the reading of this fictional piece and I'll just have to see how fiction reading works out.
Well this was an amazing introduction to Tolstoy. I love his use of symbolism, so simple yet profound.
Starting with Ivan Illych- 5/5 stars
What I love about this short story was how everything had its purpose for being included where nothing felt drawn out or unnecessary. I loved the progression of it, how we first learn about his death and the way others reacted, to an account of his life up to the end. Witnessing firsthand how this man has always done what he was supposed to and lived a pleasant life, which is stripped away from him at the end. We see how materialism and career growth are only surface level, and no amount of status or wealth can save you from death. I really enjoyed his spiral at the end, conversing with his soul. Why is this happening to him? What did he do to deserve this? There is no reason, it just happened because. His understanding that he didn’t even live his life, he just conformed into what people around him wanted, became who they wanted him to be. I especially loved the symbolism of the watch, pairing his own young naïveté when he received the watch from his father, to his daughters later hold of it, both unaware that time will come for everyone (“consider your end”).
Master and Man- 5/5 stars
This short story came out of nowhere. What an interesting look into the relationship between a peasant and his master. Tolstoy’s fascination of wealth and materialism, and how that can take over people’s lives is so important. I feel like these two stories were definitely meant to be read together and I’m glad I got the chance to do so.
Tolstoy does something remarkable in these two novellas: he strips away the distractions of society, ambition, and routine to stare death and life straight in the face. Both stories are simple, almost austere in structure, but emotionally potent and morally complex.
Ivan Ilyich is perhaps one of the most honest portrayals of dying I’ve ever read. There’s no romanticism here, just fear, denial, bitterness, and finally, a hard-won glimpse of grace. Tolstoy captures the terror of dying not just physically but existentially; Ivan’s anguish isn’t just about death. It’s about the dawning horror that he never truly lived.
Master and Man is solid, with a strong message about self-sacrifice and spiritual awakening, but it didn’t resonate with me quite as much. The symbolism felt a bit heavier and the narrative less intimate.
A super raw, unflinching portrait of death and dying. Ivan Ilyich's story was painfully ... real. Everyone wants to think that their death is going to be somehow different, but we really all end up in the same place ... and facing that fact is terrifying. That's the essence of Ivan's plight. I still think imma be different, though. Also, Tolstoy really believed that death was/is a different experience for the peasant vs the upper-class person, and this came through in these stories. Vasili didn't want to die because of the money he had left to spend/acquire, and Nikita was ready to die because brother was TIRED. And ultimately, Vasili was not the Master, but the Man ... everyone is just the Man, because the true Master is God ... or whatever force you believe takes over when we die. Interesting. Tolstoy was an artist and a PSYCHOLOGIST. King. War and Peace next??? c u :-)
If you’re looking for a couple of gripping short stories that deal with death, I can’t recommend Tolstoy enough. • The Death of Ivan Ilyich has been on my radar for a while. And when I saw it at my local thrift store, I snatched it up (of course). But reading it turned out to be much more painful than I realized. • Ivan slowly succumbs to an unknown illness, enduring all the horrors that 19th century Russian medicine could offer. We see society’s inability to face death through his eyes, as his family and friends refuse to admit his true condition. And even Ivan himself turns away from it, til the end. • Master and Man also deals with the folly of the pursuit of riches in the face of death, as the master drives his horse and servant into a snow blizzard. He refuses to acknowledge the futility of his journey, until the only choice left to him is whether to save his servant. • Both stories were brief but powerfully written. It left me amazed at Tolstoy’s skill and insight into human nature, just as much as after I finished Anna Karenina. • Short stories are a genre I haven’t dove into much. What are some you enjoyed? • Also, this was my pick for April’s challenge for #theunreadshelfproject2019 - read the book I last acquired! It feels great to knock it off the list!