Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy
In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you. Tolstoy. 1828-1910I'm trying to look intellectual as I stand on the porch of Tolstoy in Russia. His home was dark; not suprising when you think of his literature. And my roomie Claire and I got in trouble for touching things we weren't supposed to. Does that suprise you? And of course, it is snowing.
posted by Laura at 1:08 PM
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Hi Laura
No comment - just Hi
Aunt F
Maybe my signature should be AF? How would I remember that?
Hope no one else is reading this.
AF would work, or whatever you want. Everyone probably ready it, but that is half the fun!
Laura,
Remember when you fell on your butt after taking that picture? :-) I just finished "The Brothers Karamozov"--which is not by Tolstoy, but Fyodor Dostoevsky, but you know that. It was fantastic, but it ended strangely. Russian literature is strange. It is some of my favorite, though. Maybe someday I'll drag myself through War and Peace again and not hate it. Or maybe I'll stick to Dostoyevsky.
Also, am I expected to sign this "Claire", "Laurie"? :-P
Clarissa
You called yourself Claire at a restaurant because you thought "Clarissa" was too hard to remember. It stuck.
R u sure I fell on my butt? I didn't fall on my butt until I was in the metro that one time. Member the nasty sluge and the marble metro...for the love.
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