“A little muzhik was working on the railroad, mumbling in his beard. And the candle by which she had read the book… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“He looked back on his past life, which had been so wretched. How had he been able to bear that terrible burden?… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
And the light by which she had read the book filled with troubles, falsehoods, sorrow, and evil, flared up more brightly than… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
