A very uneven collection of stories: far too preachy and religious in the Tolstoyan vein of ‘love one another’ and ‘let your conscience be your guide’, but with four stand out exceptions – Hadji Murat, A Christmas Night, The Forged Coupon and The Death of Ivan Ilyich – the collection more than redeems itself. The heavy-handedness of his moralizing in the remainder of the stories made me feel that well before the time of the Soviets, he invented ‘socialist realism’, albeit with a ’moral realism’ slant.
A Spark Neglected Burns the House (15pp.)
Prefaced by a quote from Matthew on forgiveness of debts, the story involves an escalating feud between neighbors. It could very well be a sermon from a priest were it not for Tolstoy’s amazing sense of the dramatic episode in storytelling and ability to put philosophical tenets into dialogue without seeming to interrupt the narrative flow.
Two Old Men (19pp.)
Bible quote: form John, on true believers. Elim and Elisha are old men who set out on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem. Wanting a drink of water, Elisha stops at a hut on their way while Elim goes ahead. Elisha saves the family there from starvation, spends most of his money, and return. Elim makes it to Jerusalem, where he thinks he sees his friend at the Holy Sepulchre. Returning home, he meets the family Elisha had saved and when he sees his friend again, doubts whether it was he or Elisha who had truly been granted their boon by God, since one must love others and help them, as Elisha had done. Lovely contrast, strong moral.
Where Love Is, God Is (11pp.)
Martin, a poor but honest cobbler, has lost his wife and all but one of their children. When the final son dies as well, he despairs, only to be counselled by a pilgrim to read the Gospels. Doing so, he hears a voice saying ‘I will come tomorrow’. Impatiently expecting to see Christ, instead Martin is moved to help an old man clearing snow, a woman with a baby and an old lady and a young boy. Tolstoy’s theme, exemplified by the Matthew quote on forgiveness of debt, is that one finds Christ by helping others: that is the true God (good?) Kinda way too preachy.
The Story of Ivan the Fool… (20pp.)
A thoroughly charming folk-tale type legend or fable exemplifying the virtues of honest, hard labor as opposed to the supposed gallantry of war and acquisitiveness of business. The attempts by the minions of the Devil and then by the very Devil himself to get the better of ‘the fool’ Ivan are at times hilariously fruitless for Ivan is a good, honest, caring, hard-working, ‘fool’ – (i.e., holy one?) Truly excellent.
Stories Told from Pictures (12pp.)
In ‘Evil Allures, But Good Endures’, a slave owner’s faith allows him to subvert the Devil’s plan to disrupt harmonious relations with his slaves; in ‘Little Girls Wiser Than Men’, a spat between adults is foreshortened by the example of the very children whose injudicious actions initially led to the problem, and in ‘Ilyas’ true happiness is shown to be found in poverty and hard labor. Just past 10% gone in this volume, and I’m really getting tired of the simplistic Christian message of tolerance, good will, labor and no ill feeling – without dissatisfactions, little if anything would ever get done in the world!
The Death of Ivan Ilyich (48pp.)
As with all Tolstoy, an exceptionally well written narrative of the last few months in the life of a self-important judge. His troubled marriage, the vacuous nature of his profession, his distance from his children, his vanity about his new home, his ambition to get ahead in terms of his social status, his lack of faith in the entire medical profession, and his willingness to see how his doctors put on an air of superiority when they really know little of what’s going on – exactly as he often did in his courtrooms are all described in minute detail and with penetrating insight into what Tolstoy saw as the selfishness, vanity and basic wrong-headedness of the society of the upper middle classes. Only a strong, young peasant who helps Ivan through his illness seems to truly care about what his master must be going through. And again, unfortunately, as with all Tolstoy there is a semi-religious, simplistic ‘feel sorry for them, not for yourself’ conclusion that allows the title character to finally see the light and pass away.
Despite this far-too-trite thematic tidying up, an exceptional story. Like The Kreutzer Sonata’s focus on jealousy, this story’s focus on death was truly masterful in both conception and execution.
The Three Hermits… (6pp.)
A Bishop encounters three hermits who live on a remote, nameless island and teaches them the Lord’s Prayer. It would appear, from the final events in the story, that the hermits represent the Holy Trinity.
The Imp and the Crust (4pp.)
The Devil and his minion, the imp of the title finally win one by creating alcohol out of a surplus harvest of corn. It would appear to argue that subsistence is better than accumulated wealth.
How Much Land Is Enough? (14pp.)
The Devil wins again by taking advantage of Pahom’s insatiable greed for land. One should never bite off more than one can chew.
A Grain As Big as a Hen’s Egg (3pp.)
Almost communist in its espousal of ‘God’s Law’ that one should benefit only by one own’s labour, and never covet the products of another’s labour.
The Godson (13pp.)
A long, involved parable of mystic events culminating in advice to cease caring about yourself, cleanse your heart, cast away fear of death, make your life fast in God, let your heart burn warmly another’s heart may be kindled from it.
The Repentant Sinner (3pp.) The actual sins and saying of Peter, King David and John the Divine allow the title character to enter heaven.
The Kreutzer Sonata (89pp.)
I hadn’t realized how misogynist the main character of this story is: he believed women are trained in coquetry for their sole purpose of snaring a husband. Previous review:
This is a novella detailing one man's story of how he came to murder his wife. Set during a train trip in which the narrator allows Pozdnischeff to recount his courtship, marriage, honeymoon, increasing estrangement from and hatred towards his wife, his strong suspicion of her infidelity with a violinist, Trookhatschevsky, and his eventual surprising of them on an unexpected return late one night when, after the violinist runs away, he stabs his wife to death. The guilt or innocence of the perpetrator is never an issue - indeed, it is in almost a minor passing comment partway through his story that he relates the fact that a jury acquitted him of the crime, intent as he was, they believe, on maintaining his family's honor against his unfaithful spouse. It is his attitude to love, to marriage, to children, and to the society of the well-to-do in Russia at the time that Tolstoy seems to have been most interested, and the murderer makes a telling argument of the depravity behind almost all of these supposedly hallowed institutions. Men are almost never virgins when they marry, and almost never intend to be faithful to their wives. To marry for love is to delude oneself. Women live for nothing but to catch a man, an endeavor in which their mothers actively connive to ensnare the husband-to-be. When alone, a betrothed couple - or at least, the one in this novella, can find absolutely nothing to talk about, so separate are their worlds and interests. By the time of their honeymoon, the husband was already hating his wife, a feeling which she passionately returned. The five children they had together did nothing to relieve the stress of their incompatibility. Illnesses, doctors, visits to different locales for medical reasons - all of these pressures add to his already strained nerves and make their marital relations worse. Actual violence erupts, with him on one occasion telling her to leave his study before he does something they'll both regret and her calling to the children when he takes hold of her arm to come and see their father beating her. Told to refrain from any having any more children, she actually becomes more beautiful in his eyes over the next two years, and takes up the piano. This is the occasion for her meeting with the violinist and her husband's palpable sense of outraged jealousy. Particularly their performance of Beethoven's piece which gives the story its title worked to inflame his jealousy. As he puts it, unlike a march, a dance or a mass, with which one actually has a reactive counterpart, in the opening presto movement of this piece, there is nowhere for the listener's feelings to go to have an objective release; thus, they work to build up the intensity of any feeling inside him. It would appear that she really wasn't unfaithful to him in any real way, but things had deteriorated so severely between them that his murderous actions really come as a logical conclusion to their pitiful life together. Hoping for her admission of guilt on her death-bed, she instead replies with the hateful admonition that she will forever deprive him of his children, who indeed are sent to live with her sister, their aunt. A gripping tale, with far less of the moral sermonizing one comes to expect from Tolstoy. It appears that in this essentially psychological analysis of the motivations behind a heinous and violent act, Tolstoy came closest to the domain well charted by his only major rival in Russian novel writing, Dostoevsky. Very, very good.
The Devil (39pp.)
Like Ivan Ilyich’s exploration of death and the Kreutzer Sonata’s of jealousy, this story is a microscopic analysis of adultery. Eugene’s affair with the peasant girl Stepanida, initially entered into ‘solely for my health’, is terminated with his marriage to a lovely wife of his own, much higher social station. However, Eugene cannot shake off his lust for his former lover. The dual endings supplied are both engagingly unsatisfying, making one believe that Tolstoy more than likely had firsthand experience of these feeling and, as well, could see no satisfactory away around the moral dilemma is represented. Certainly such would seem to be the case with Stepan, Anna’s brother in Anna Karenina. The almost religious nature of this sin involved is exemplified by the title character being the peasant girl, who is presented throughout as an attractive, fun-loving, more than willing participant in adulterous activities.
Father Sergius (39pp.)
A very engaging story of a young military officer whose discovery of his fiancee’s chequered past leads him to become a monk, how he is moved to a metropolitan monastery where he encounters doubts and temptations, then how he becomes a hermit, a healer, and almost a rock-star religious celebrity only to leave all that and become an itinerant holy man who is eventually sent to Siberia for not having a passport. His encounters with women are of critical importance in developing and testing his faith, while his pride and personal vanity are also major hurdles for him to overcome on his journey to serve God. His conclusion ‘the less importance he attached to the opinion of men the more did he feel the presence of God within him. Reminded me of Tolstoy’s novel Resurrection in that they both document the difficult task of one who sincerely wants to do good and truly believe. Highly recommended.
The Empty Drum (7pp.)
A magical folk tale of how a simple peasant, along with his wife and her supernatural powers, manage to subvert the machinations of a king who wishes to wrest the pretty wife away from her haband. Er mother, an old woman in the forest, also aides their efforts.
Francoise (8pp.)
Adapted from an original story by de Maupassant, this is a convoluted but still quite direct condemnation of prostitution, culminating in the violent phrase: ‘they are all somebody’s sister!’
A Talk Among Leisured People (5pp.)
A sort of introduction to the following, much longer story, with a group of well to do aristocratic types bemoaning the fact that the lives they lead are ungodly and unchristian; however, when anyone makes a proposal to do something different, the imagined discomforts associated with such a change prevent them from taking any real action; an excellent story to exemplify an ‘all talk no action’ situation.
Walk in the Light While There Is Light (43pp.)
One of the most heavy-handed, didactic, sermonizing works I’ve ever read. Purportedly set in the 1st century A.D. in Cilicia under the Roman Empire, it tells the story of Julius, an Roman citizen of the upper class and his friend Pamphilius, who leaves to join a band of Christians. Page after page is filled with Pamphlius preaching to Julius about the virtues of love in a Christian sense, in which men are told to only work for others, to use submission rather than violence and to give things away rather than acquire them. In many respects, their society is almost a communist one. Julius is so frustrating with familial, political and economic difficulties (despite staying quite wealthy) that he three times chooses to leave his secular life and join his former friend among the Christians. One each of these occasions, he encounters an otherwise unnamed physician who dissuades him from casting off his real life for one of the Christian soul. In this respect there is somewhat of an even-handedness to the arguments pro- and anti-Christian, but it only makes for a much more turgid diatribe of a ‘story’. For this historical setting and a much more engaging set of personal characters, I much prefer Sienkiewicz’s Quo Vadis.
Master and Man (39pp.)
Basically, a retelling of the short story ‘A Snow Storm’ from the first volume of collected stories. The master, Vasili Andreevich and his man, Nikita, set off to a not-too-far-away village so that the master can complete a business deal regarding the purchase of a forest grove. An intense snow storm intervenes, they lose their way repeatedly, are offered shelter for the night at a village they stumble into twice, but refuse: ‘Business!’. The story was, like it’s counterpart in the first volume, rather tedious until the final ten or so pages, in which the dreams and aspirations of the two personalities are allowed to wander as they both face the very real prospect of death. Quite engaging and only – thankfully! – a little religious.
Hadji Murad (106pp.)
A truly amazing story of the Russian-Moslem war in the Caucasus. Much more a series of vignettes than a true narrative, the natures of the multiple participants in this conflict are fleshed out in truly dramatic fashion. Central to the story is the title character, whose antipathy to Shamil, another Moslem leader, causes him to defect to the Russians with dreams of being provided with an army, defeating Shamil and ruling all of Chechnya. Then there are the Vorontsovs – son and father, who receive Hadji with basic civility but at the same time are somewhat hamstrung in terms of exactly what to do with him. Eventually, the decision – or lack thereof – is made by Nicholas I, the Tsar, in consultation with Chernyshov, his advisor whose antipathy to the elder Voronstsov affects his advice. Complicating matters is the fact that Shamil holds Hadji’s family – his mother, two wives, grown son and five children – hostage, thus preventing Hadji from doing anything until they are ransomed or otherwise freed. Poltarsky, a Russian offcer who can’t keep his mind on cards when sitting beside a pretty young girl, Petrov, a major to whom the young girl is a mistress, Avdeev, a young soldier who volunteered to go in place of his older brother who had many children, Butler, a young Russian officer addicted to gambling, and Marya, a beautiful, coquettish but sincere young woman round out the characters: they are all part of the ethos of this time which Tolstoy observed and was able to recreate so convincingly. The spitefulness and ruthlessness of Shamil, the dunderheadness of Nicholas I, the sad pathetic end of Avdeev – all make for truly engaging short stories within this overall tableau. Moslem songs, usually quite plaintive and sad, are quoted. Truly a great ‘story’ – I only wish it had been longer.
Stories Given to Aid the Persecuted Jews (14pp.)
‘Essarhaddan, King of Assyria’ tells how the titular character is taught by the magic of an old man that all life is one and that to kill others diminishes oneself as well. ‘Work, Death and Sickness’ relates a supposed South American Indian legend of God’s frustration in trying to make men happy and cooperative by showing them not to accumulate more wealth than others, to live life fully since they don’t know wen they’re going to die and to care for the sick – mostly, these make men unhappy and contentious with one another. ‘Three Questions’ relates a King’s efforts to know the right time to do things, the right people to listen to and how to know the right thing to do; a hermit and a would-be assassin help him see that the right time is now, the right person is whomever one happens to be with and the right thing to do is good.
Fedor Kuzmich (20pp.)
Unfortunately, Tolstoy left this story unfinished at his death. The fragment that exists is highly interesting, as it describes the motivations behind the Tsar Alexander I to fake his death in 1825, and become the hermit of the title. (Checking with Wikipedia, there is little substantive evidence to support this claim, which was nevertheless widely held). His animosity to his grandmother, Catherine the Great, and sympathy for the plight of his mad father, Paul III, in whose murder he was himself complicit, starts what would have been a very engaging historical work of fiction.
A History of Yesterday (22pp.)
Almost stream-of-consciousness writing, supposedly influenced by Sterne’s A Sentimental Journey, and, like the previous story, unfinished. Despite the title, it is more a series of random musings on the practice of flirting, the habits of sleigh and carriage drivers, insulting nicknames, the relations one has with one’s servants, the need for a plan and/or an aim in one’s life. dreams, the process of falling asleep (first, the mind, then the emotions and finally the body succumb to unconsciousness), and then the decision to travel. Such pithy observations as the following make this a little above the rather tedious meandering that is essentially is: ‘I have noticed that men with moustaches are particularly sensitive about insults given to the carriages.’ Not very impressive.
A Christmas Night (29pp.)
A truly excellent story of young love, jaded perversity and frustrated yearning. Young Seriozha Ivin meets the Countess Scholing through the auspices of Prince Kornakov. Feelings rise, elation is in the air, the smiles are full of intense of intense emotion. The three characters all have different motivations for their desires, with the sardonic ennui of Kornakov being the most interesting – especially his dismissive descriptions of the dozen or so people he sees at the ball where the couple meet. Tolstoy is at his best in describing ‘the emptiness of the social relations of people … who assume that the purpose of life can be found in the artificial maintenance of these same social relations.’ Later, he refers to ‘this unnatural sphere called society.’ The departure of the Countess, her fateful encounter with her husband later, the introduction of a model of personal depravity – Dolgov, a visit to the home of a group of gypsies, and finally, a visit to a brothel round out this story of youthful romance and disappointment. Mastefrfully done, although I have no explanation for what the word ‘Christmas” is doing in the title.
The Forged Coupon (61pp.)
This is a truly masterful story, up there with Hadji Murat, Ivan Ilyich and Christmas Night as the best by far in this collection. It is told in two parts, with a descent into criminality, depravity, violence and ill temper dominating the first part while a spirit of universal love, redemption, altruis