“Well, this was Tolstoy’s country estate, you know,” said Amphiteatrov. “It is called Yasnaya Polyana, and there is his grave. Since it was on the way, I thought you might be interested.” Tudsbury stared at the low mound and spoke in a hushed way not usual to him. “The grave of Tolstoy? No tomb? No stone?” “He ordered it so. ‘Put me in the earth,’ he said, ‘in the woods where I played Green Stick with my brother Nicholas when we were boys…’ ”
