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Youth
Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy
Youth
Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy
I was then nearly sixteen. Tutors still attended to give me lessons, St. Jerome still acted as general supervisor of my education, and, willy-nilly, I was being prepared for the University. In addition to my studies, my occupations included certain vague dreamings and ponderings, a number of gymnastic exercises to make myself the finest athlete in the world, a good deal of aimless, thoughtless wandering through the rooms of the house (but more especially along the maidservants' corridor), and much looking at myself in the mirror. From the latter, however, I always turned away with a vague feeling of depression, almost of repulsion. Not only did I feel sure that my exterior was ugly, but I could derive no comfort from any of the usual consolations under such circumstances. I could not say, for instance, that I had at least an expressive, clever, or refined face, for there was nothing whatever expressive about it. Its features were of the most humdrum, dull, and unbecoming type, with small grey eyes which seemed to me, whenever I regarded them in the mirror, to be stupid rather than clever.
Media | Boeken Paperback Book (Boek met zachte kaft en gelijmde rug) |
Vrijgegeven | 10 april 2017 |
ISBN13 | 9781545083345 |
Uitgevers | Createspace Independent Publishing Platf |
Pagina's | 178 |
Afmetingen | 152 × 229 × 10 mm · 244 g |
Taal en grammatica | Engels |
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