Now they rather dreaded the appearance of this stern man who disapproved of them.
He did nothing but blame the useless lives led by ladies and gentlemen, their laziness, greed, and the way they made other people work for them.
This is the sort of thing he said:
Here we sit in our well-heated rooms, and this very
day a man was found frozen to death on the high-road.
He was frozen to death because no one would give him a
night's lodging.
We stuff ourselves with cutlets and pastry while people are dying by thousands from famine.
The children understood what he said, but it spoiled
all their childish amusements and broke up their
happy life.
Tolstoy was very unhappy for a period of four or five years and could see no meaning in existence. But at last he discovered a purpose in life and a religion to help him. It was really Christianity, and Christ's Sermon on the Mount became his gospel. The life of a Russian peasant he was convinced was the example of how to live. Man, he thought, should be simple, hardworking, and kind; he should give more than he received and he should rejoice in serving others. Tolstoy saw it was no good preaching without practising, and so he tried to live like a Russian peasant. He ate very little and lived principally
