My God! These Russians. I know this is perhaps an irreverent way of addressing Tolstoy, but I can't help but club him with the group of illustrious Russian writers that gave the world so much to treasure. Sometimes I wonder how every single one of them can be so damn bloody brilliant. Amazing and awe-inspiring. I have no words or at least I don't have words enough to describe the beauty of this work.
Perhaps it is an irony of the highest order that a country, which has been headed mostly by a group of fascists and nutjobs who did not believe in either freedom of speech or expression, could've been the homeland of so many of these bright, shining stars in the world of literature.