Leo Tolstoy was born on September 9, 1828 in Tula Province, Russia. Tolstoy wrote his first novel in the 1860s titled “War and Peace.” In 1873, Tolstoy set to work on the second of his best-known novels, “Anna Karenina.” He continued to write fiction throughout the 1880s and 1890s. One of his most successful later works was “The Death of Ivan Ilyich.” Tolstoy was the youngest of four boys. When his mom died in 1843 his cousin began to take care of them. Seven years later his father died and one of his aunts took guardianship of them, when she died another aunt took over guardianship and moved them to Kazan, Russia. Tolstoy received his early education at home from French and German tutors. (Morson) In …show more content…
The message was once you start thinking of others, and let go of your selfish ways life will become easier. In this story Ivan was living “wrong” when he was being selfish and “right” once he stopped living selfish, this simple thing gave me an insight about my own …show more content…
I still haven’t figured out if this is good or bad, but reading this story made me question my friendships. I have a lot of people in my life I call my friends, I always joke with my girlfriend and tell her that I’m going to have 15 groomsmen when we get married. However, reading the very first chapter of this story made me question the authenticity of some of my friendships. In chapter 1 Ivan’s friends learn of his death, and instead of genuinely mourning from the loss of a friend, they each try to find a way that it can benefit them. Even Peter who is described as a childhood friend of Ivan’s, sees an opportunity to use Ivan’s death as a way to achieve one of his goals. The part that got to me the most was when Ivan’s wife wanted to talk to Peter. In a way, I assumed that she would be genuine because she was his wife, but she wasn’t. Praskovya only wanted to talk to Peter to see how she could maximize on Ivan’s pension. As stated early my grandma was torn apart when my granddaddy died so seeing a wife not torn into pieces when the love of her life died threw me for a loop, but it also made me question the realness of some of my friendships. I realized that some people are in our life just to play video games with, and not everyone that I talk to or laugh with is my friend. When I sat down and thought about it out of the 15 guys I call my friend only 4 would be there at the drop of a dime if I needed