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Lev tolstoy's articles about "a mirror of the Russian revolution" are numerous. However, books about Alexander Tolstaya are an exception. She is the youngest daughter of one of the greatest writers and thinkers in the19th century. Her book has never been published in the west.

Alexander Lvovna Tolstaya (1884—1979) is a writer and critic, and the founder of Jasna Pogliana Museum and Tolstoy Foundation. She spent three years in the front line of World War I, and won the rank of medical colonel and two George medals. He was held in a Soviet concentration camp and released at the request of farmers in Jasna, Asia and Poland. After emigrating, he lived in Japan and America. Never married, she thinks women are better than men.

Recently, Alexander Tolstaya's memoir My 20th Century was first published in Russia. The following are some excerpts from the book.

Tolstoy's little daughter hardly ever came out.

Sunday. No homework. I put on my gown and warm felt shoes and ran to the servant's house to find a nanny. A small copper kettle on the table is steaming, and an oil lamp jumps on the icon in the corner. The room is warm, but my sleepy eyes still feel a little cold. I drank hot tea greedily.

"Don't you want some jam?" The nanny asked.

"No, I don't want it. You'd better say something! "

"There is such a thing, the countess didn't want to have you at that time, and the count didn't want you. I remember that the count and the countess had a big fight. Madame is always crying, and the count is very serious. His frown is frightening. He often sits alone in his study and sometimes goes out. I haven't seen him for a long time. The countess had no choice but to cry. Later, the countess got pregnant. Once, I heard the countess shout:' I don't want this child, no, no, just don't. "If you want to leave us alone, get out!" The count kept persuading. The servants and I heard it. Gentlemen always think that we know nothing. In fact, we all know very well: who quarreled with whom and who fell in love with whom. Sophia andreyev later went to Tula for an abortion. The doctor said,' Countess, anyone can change. As for you, it is absolutely impossible to give me a lot of gold. Something will happen! I finally got to Tula, but it didn't work. I haven't thought of any way: put my feet in boiling water and soak them in the bathhouse. The water is unbearable. Sometimes I climb on the cupboard and jump down. It's really scary I advised,' Sophia andreyev, what are you doing? How come... ! You will die. She replied,' I don't want this child. The count no longer loves me. He wants to leave us. "He wants to run away from home!" She kept jumping, but it was useless. Later, it was born. "

A burst of sadness hit my heart and I suddenly felt my nose sour. Nanny didn't notice the change of my mood, still kept talking:

"Before labor, I was afraid that something was wrong and I couldn't find him anywhere! The lady cried herself into tears. In the evening, the count finally came back and you were born smoothly. The two made up. You were great when you were born! Big head, black hair, big eyes! The whole family was overjoyed and gave birth to a girl. I haven't given birth to girls for a long time, they are all boys. "

"What happened next?"

"Nothing."

"What do you mean nothing? You went on to say, what happened later? "

The nanny sat down again and began to wash the dishes.

"What happened later? Then the countess doesn't want to breast-feed you. The relationship with the count is very bad. The count's behavior is getting weirder and weirder. Sometimes he works in the fields with farmers from morning till night, sometimes he sews his own boots, and sometimes he has to hand over everything. Of course the countess doesn't want to. Their lives are not easy, let alone a group of children. It seems that the countess was deliberately angry with the count and found you a wet nurse. That woman is fat and strong. "

Tolstoy has a light diet.

As long as I can remember, my father has often had a bad stomach. Sometimes constipation, sometimes diarrhea, especially his stomach pain. The doctor made him try everything: soda water, broken charcoal, bitter soil, all kinds of mineral water-all useless. Father sometimes has pain in the liver area, but it is not serious when he attacks. According to my mother, my father was very ill before. Mother is often awakened by her father's violent cough. Once, my mother ran into my father's room and saw him rolling on the ground in pain. Mother has been trying to keep her father's diet light. The problem of diet has almost become a top priority at home.

Xie Miao nikolayevich goes to see his mother every night, and they have to discuss the recipes for the next day for a long time. Lunch is usually four-course: each person has a broth, and my father and sisters are vegetarian soup; If the third course is vegetables, the second course is delicious rice flour cake or macaroni and cheese; Candy depends on the stomachs of fathers and children: almond honey soup, syrup fruit, a small jar of cream or jam pancakes.

Father tried to minimize the demand, and he insisted on not having chefs and servants. He lives alone with his sisters at Paulia's in Jasna, intoxicated with freedom. He hired a peasant woman without any cooking knowledge. Peasant women often remove the best part of asparagus, but they can tell the difference between broth and mushroom soup.

Tolstoy had mixed feelings for his daughter.

When I was 16 years old, my father read a letter from my boyfriend, a middle school student in Tula, and forbade me to continue correspondence with him. I stood in the room at a loss, feeling very embarrassed, clutching the letter with both hands, trying to explain to my father that our relationship was beautiful and pure. Other than that, there is nothing else.

My father interrupted me impatiently: "Nothing will come of it," my father said angrily without even looking at me. "It won't have any results! Tell him never to write to you again! "

I think my father is wrong, but I don't want to go against his wishes, so I wrote a letter to the middle school student and told him that I would stop communicating with him according to my father's orders. The young man is very sad and hasn't come to our house for a long time.

When my sisters were not married, I found that as long as someone was attentive to my sister, my father was very miserable. In addition to obeying his wishes, he often jealously monitors their every move, looks at their faces and peeks at their love letters. Sometimes it is difficult for him to be polite to young men, and sometimes he is too attentive, as if to keep young men away from his daughter.

In my opinion, my father's feelings are complicated, including jealousy, fear of losing his daughter, and most importantly, fear of impure things. He often said, "I was young myself, and I know that desire is sometimes shameful and despicable." In order not to worry my father, I try to avoid young people of the opposite sex and never get along with them alone.

Don't want children to wear glasses

1 1 year old, put on your glasses. Here's the thing. I was playing the piano in the living room when my sisters came. I can't see the music clearly, so I have to move the music stand closer. My hands are flat on the keys, and my elbows are raised high because I stretch forward.

"Sasha, why are you sitting like this?"

"I can't see clearly!"

The group sisters told their mother about it. My mother took me to see an ophthalmologist at once. The doctor diagnosed me with astigmatism and severe myopia. I remember when I just put on my glasses and walked into the yard, I saw the stars all over the sky. I am surprised that there are so many stars in the sky. I found a new world, and I can't live without my glasses anymore. "Take off your glasses!" The father ordered. "You can't turn yourself into an ugly person!" I obediently took off my glasses and put them in my pocket.

"This looks much better." Father said with satisfaction.

Sometimes, my father sees me wearing glasses. He stared at me for a long time, and then said sadly, "My God! How ugly! "

My father's words made me very uncomfortable. I pretended not to care. He seemed to notice this and comforted me by saying, "Nothing. Don't be sad, it doesn't matter whether you wear glasses or not ... "

"I'm not sad," I said with some insincerity. "No one will marry me, and I will not marry myself."