Sophie Tolstoy, The Autobiography of Countess Sophie Tolstoi (1922)
“ I look sadly on the havoc in Yasnaya Polyana, how the trees which we planted are being cut down, how the beauty of the place is gradually being spoiled, now that everything has been handed over to the timber merchants and peasants, who frequently have painful quarrels, now about the land and now about the woods. And what is going to happen to the manor and the house after my death? Almost daily I visit the grave; I thank God for the happiness granted to me in early life, and as to the last troubles between us I look upon them as a trial and a redemption of sin before death. ”
