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    This eBook features the unabridged text of ‘Boyhood’ from the bestselling edition of ‘The Complete Works of Leo Tolstoy’.

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    Release dateJul 17, 2017
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    Leo Tolstoy grew up in Russia, raised by a elderly aunt and educated by French tutors while studying at Kazen University before giving up on his education and volunteering for military duty. When writing his greatest works, War and Peace and Anna Karenina, Tolstoy drew upon his diaries for material. At eighty-two, while away from home, he suffered from declining health and died in Astapovo, Riazan in 1910.

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      Boyhood by Leo Tolstoy (Illustrated) - Leo Tolstoy

      The Complete Works of

      LEO TOLSTOY

      VOLUME 2 OF 33

      Boyhood

      Parts Edition

      By Delphi Classics, 2012

      Version 3

      COPYRIGHT

      ‘Boyhood’

      Leo Tolstoy: Parts Edition (in 33 parts)

      First published in the United Kingdom in 2017 by Delphi Classics.

      © Delphi Classics, 2017.

      All rights reserved.  No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form other than that in which it is published.

      ISBN: 978 1 78656 632 4

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      Leo Tolstoy: Parts Edition

      This eBook is Part 2 of the Delphi Classics edition of Leo Tolstoy in 33 Parts. It features the unabridged text of Boyhood from the bestselling edition of the author’s Complete Works. Having established their name as the leading publisher of classic literature and art, Delphi Classics produce publications that are individually crafted with superior formatting, while introducing many rare texts for the first time in digital print. Our Parts Editions feature original annotations and illustrations relating to the life and works of Leo Tolstoy, as well as individual tables of contents, allowing you to navigate eBooks quickly and easily.

      Visit here to buy the entire Parts Edition of Leo Tolstoy or the Complete Works of Leo Tolstoy in a single eBook.

      Learn more about our Parts Edition, with free downloads, via this link or browse our most popular Parts here.

      LEO TOLSTOY

      IN 33 VOLUMES

      Parts Edition Contents

      The Novels and Novellas

      1, Childhood

      2, Boyhood

      3, Youth

      4, Family Happiness

      5, Cossacks

      6, War and Peace

      7, Anna Karenina

      8, Death of Ivan Ilych

      9, Kreutzer Sonata

      10, Resurrection

      11, Forged Coupon

      12, Hadji Murad

      The Unfinished Novels

      13, Decembrists

      14, A Morning of a Landed Proprietor

      The Short Stories

      15, The Short Stories of Leo Tolstoy

      The Plays

      16, Power of Darkness

      17, First Distiller

      18, Fruits of Culture

      19, Redemption

      20, Cause of It All

      21, Light Shines in Darkness

      22, Live Corpse

      Selected Non-Fiction

      23, A Confession

      24, Kingdom of God Is Within You

      25, What Then Must We Do?

      26, On the Significance of Science and Art

      27, Bethink Yourselves!

      28, Moscow Census

      29, Tolstoy on Shakespeare

      30, Tolstoy’s Journal

      The Criticism

      31, The Criticism

      The Biographies

      32, Reminiscences of Tolstoy by Count Ilya Tolstoy

      33, Autobiography of Countess Tolstoy by Sophie Andreevna Tolstoy

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      Boyhood

      Translated by C. J. Hogarth

      This short novel was published in 1854 and is the second novel in Tolstoy’s autobiographical trilogy, set between Childhood and Youth. These works launched his writing career, earning him immediate acclaim.

      BOYHOOD

      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER I.

      CHAPTER II.

      CHAPTER III.

      CHAPTER IV.

      CHAPTER V.

      CHAPTER VI.

      CHAPTER VII.

      CHAPTER VIII.

      CHAPTER IX.

      CHAPTER X.

      CHAPTER XI.

      CHAPTER XII.

      CHAPTER XIII.

      CHAPTER XIV.

      CHAPTER XV.

      CHAPTER XVI.

      CHAPTER XVII.

      CHAPTER XVIII.

      CHAPTER XIX.

      CHAPTER XX.

      CHAPTER XXI.

      CHAPTER XXII.

      CHAPTER XXIII.

      CHAPTER XXIV.

      CHAPTER XXV.

      CHAPTER XXVI.

      CHAPTER XXVII.

      CHAPTER I.

       A SLOW JOURNEY

      Again two carriages stood at the front door of the house at Petrovskoe. In one of them sat Mimi, the two girls, and their maid, with the bailiff, Jakoff, on the box, while in the other — a britchka — sat Woloda, myself, and our servant Vassili. Papa, who was to follow us to Moscow in a few days, was standing bareheaded on the entrance-steps. He made the sign of the cross at the windows of the carriages, and said:

      Christ go with you! Good-bye.

      Jakoff and our coachman (for we had our own horses) lifted their caps in answer, and also made the sign of the cross.

      Amen. God go with us!

      The carriages began to roll away, and the birch-trees of the great avenue filed out of sight.

      I was not in the least depressed on this occasion, for my mind was not so much turned upon what I had left as upon what was awaiting me. In proportion as the various objects connected with the sad recollections which had recently filled my imagination receded behind me, those recollections lost their power, and gave place to a consolatory feeling of life, youthful vigour, freshness, and hope.

      Seldom have I spent four days more — well, I will not say gaily, since I should still have shrunk from appearing gay — but more agreeably and pleasantly than those occupied by our journey.

      No longer were my eyes confronted with the closed door of Mamma’s room (which I had never been able to pass without a pang), nor with the covered piano (which nobody opened now, and at which I could never look without trembling), nor with mourning dresses (we had each of us on our ordinary travelling clothes), nor with all those other objects which recalled to me so vividly our irreparable loss, and forced me to abstain from any manifestation of merriment lest I should unwittingly offend against HER memory.

      On the contrary, a continual succession of new and exciting objects and places now caught and held my attention, and the charms of spring awakened in my soul a soothing sense of satisfaction with the present and of blissful hope for the future.

      Very early next morning the merciless Vassili (who had only just entered our service, and was therefore, like most people in such a position, zealous to a fault) came and stripped off my counterpane, affirming that it was time for me to get up, since everything was in readiness for us to continue our journey. Though I felt inclined to stretch myself and rebel — though I would gladly have spent another quarter of an hour in sweet enjoyment of my morning slumber — Vassili’s inexorable face showed that he would grant me no respite, but that he was ready to tear away the counterpane twenty times more if necessary. Accordingly I submitted myself to the inevitable and ran down into the courtyard to wash myself at the fountain.

      In the coffee-room, a tea-kettle was already surmounting the fire which Milka the ostler, as red in the face as a crab, was blowing with a pair of bellows. All was grey and misty in the courtyard, like steam from a smoking dunghill, but in the eastern sky the sun was diffusing a clear, cheerful radiance, and making the straw roofs of the sheds around the courtyard sparkle with the night dew. Beneath them stood our horses, tied to mangers, and I could hear the ceaseless sound of their chewing. A curly-haired dog which had been spending the night on a dry dunghill now rose in lazy fashion and, wagging its tail, walked slowly across the courtyard.

      The bustling landlady opened the creaking gates, turned her meditative cows into the street (whence came the lowing and bellowing of other cattle), and exchanged a word or two with a sleepy neighbour. Philip, with his shirt-sleeves rolled up, was working the windlass of a draw-well, and sending sparkling fresh water coursing into an oaken trough, while in the pool beneath it some early-rising ducks were taking a bath. It gave me pleasure to watch his strongly-marked, bearded face, and the veins and muscles as they stood out upon his great powerful hands whenever he made an extra effort. In the room behind the partition-wall where Mimi and the girls had slept (yet so near to ourselves that we had exchanged confidences overnight) movements now became audible, their maid kept passing in and out with clothes, and, at last the door opened and we were summoned to breakfast. Woloda, however, remained in a state of bustle throughout as he ran to fetch first one article and then another and urged the maid to hasten her preparations.

      The horses were put to, and showed their impatience by tinkling their bells. Parcels, trunks, dressing-cases, and boxes were replaced, and we set about taking our seats. Yet, every time that we got in, the mountain of luggage in the britchka seemed to have grown larger than before, and we had much ado to understand how things had been arranged yesterday, and how we should sit now. A tea-chest, in particular, greatly inconvenienced me, but Vassili declared that things will soon right themselves, and I had no choice but to believe him.

      The sun was just rising, covered with dense white clouds, and every object around us was standing out in a cheerful, calm sort of radiance. The whole was beautiful to look at, and I felt comfortable and light of heart.

      Before us the road ran like a broad, sinuous ribbon through cornfields glittering with dew. Here and there a dark bush or young birch-tree cast a long shadow over the ruts and scattered grass-tufts of the track. Yet even the monotonous din of our carriage-wheels and collar-bells could not drown the joyous song of soaring larks, nor

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