10% done with The Cossacks

The greatest joy of reading Tolstoy isn’t the insight into the human spirit or is discourse on Russian society or even his plots; his descriptions are what really do it for me.

I feel like I’m living inside a massive painting when reading Tolstoy. Women carrying thorny bundles of reeds in their calloused hands and folded skirts, men in red caps carrying wet nets of still wriggling silver glistening fish. Perfect.