Leo Tolstoy
Translated by Leo Wiener
[1] It was, I think, in the year 1881 that Turgenev, during a visit at my house, took a French novel, under the name of Maison Tellier, out of his satchel and gave it to me.That’s it!
[2] “Read it, if you have a chance,” he said, apparently with indifference, just as the year before he had handed me a number of the Russian Wealth, in which there was an article by Garshin, who was making his debut.Evidently, as in the case of Garshin, so even now, he was afraid he might influence me in one way or another, and wished to know my uninfluenced opinion.
[3] “He is a young French author,” he said; “look at it, — it is not bad; he knows you and esteems you very much,” he added, as though to encourage me.“As a man he reminds me of Druzhinin.He is just as excellent a son and friend, un homme d’un commerce sur, as was Druzhinin, and, besides, he has relations with the labouring people, whom he guides and aids.Even in his relations to women he reminds me of Druzhinin.”
[4] And Turgenev told me something remarkable and incredible in regard to Maupassant’s relations in this respect.
[5] This time, the year 1881, was for me the most ardent time of the inner reconstruction of my whole world-conception, and in this reconstruction the activity which is called artistic, and to which I formerly used to devote all my strength, not only lost for me the significance formerly ascribed to it, but even became distinctly distasteful to me on account of the improper place which it had occupied in my life and which in general it occupies in the concepts of the men of the wealthy classes.
[6] For this reason I was at that time not in the least interested in such productions as the one which Turgenev recommended to me.But, to oblige him, I read the book which he gave me.
[7] Judging from the first story, Maison Tellier, I could not help but see, in spite of the indecent and insignificant subject of the story, that the author possessed what is called talent.