Scenes from Common Life

Chapter 1 : The Willow

One Easter a peasant went to see whether the frost was out of the ground. He went to his vegetable garden and poked into the ground with a stake. The soil was soft. The peasant went into the forest. In the woods the catkins on a young willow were already beginning to swell. And the peasant said to himself : " Let me plant young willows around my garden ; they will grow and make a hedge." He took his ax, cut down a dozen young sprouts, trimmed down the butts into points, and planted them in the ground. All the willow sticks put forth sprouts and green foliage above ; and below, underground, they sent out similar sprouts in place of roots, and some of them took hold of the earth and strengthened themselves ; but ... (From: Wikisource.org.)

Chapter 2 : The Gray Hare

A gray hare lived during the winter near a village. When night came, he would prick up one ear and listen, then he would prick up the other, jerk his whiskers, snuff, and sit up on his hind legs. Then he would give one leap, two leaps, through the deep snow, and sit up again, on his hind legs and look all around. On all sides nothing was to be seen except snow. The snow lay in billows and glittered white as sugar. Above the hare was frosty vapor, and through this vapor glis- tened the big bright stars. The hare was obliged to make a long circuit across the highway to reach his favorite granary. On the highway he could hear the creaking of sledges, the whinnying of horses, the groaning of the seats in the sledge... (From: Wikisource.org.)

Chapter 3 : The Foundling

A poor woman had a daughter, Masha. Masha one morning, in going after water, saw something lying on the door-step, wrapped up in rags. Masha set down her pail and undid the rags. When she had opened the bundle, there came forth a cry from out the rags, ua! ua! ua ! Masha bent over and saw that it was a pretty little baby. He was crying lustily, ua! ua! ua! Masha took him up in her arms and carried him into the house, and tried to give him some milk with a spoon. The mother said : " What have you brought in ? " Masha said : " A baby ; I found it at our door." The mother said : " We are so poor, how can we get food for another child ? I am going to the police and tell them to take it away." Masha wept, and ... (From: Wikisource.org.)

Chapter 4 : The Peasant and the Cucumbers

Once upon a time a peasant went to steal some cu- cumbers of a gardener. He crept down among the cucumbers, and said to himself : " Let me just get away with a bag of cucumbers ; then I will sell them. With the money I will buy me a hen. The hen will lay some eggs, and will hatch them out, and I shall have a lot of chickens. I will feed up the chickens, and sell them, and buy a shoat a nice little pig. In time she will farrow, and I shall have a litter of pigs. I will sell the little pigs and buy a mare ; the mare will foal, and I shall have a colt. I will raise the colt and sell it ; then I will buy a house and start a garden ; I will have a garden and raise cucumbers ; but [ won't let them be stolen, I will keep a ... (From: Wikisource.org.)

Chapter 5 : The Fire

It was harvest-time, and the men and women 1 had gone out to work. Only the very old and the very young stayed in the village. A grandmother and three of her grandchildren were left in one cottage. 2 The grandmother kindled a fire in the oven, and lay down for a nap. The flies lighted on her and annoyed her with their biting. She covered up her head with a towel and went to sleep. One of the grandchildren, Masha, she was three years old, opened the oven, shoveled out some of the coals into a dish, and ran out into the entry. Now in the entry lay some sheaves. 3 The women had been preparing these sheaves for bands. Masha brought the coals, emptied them under the sheaves, and began to blow. When the straw took fi... (From: Wikisource.org.)

Chapter 6 : The Treasure Trove

An old woman and her granddaughter lived in a village. They were very poor and had nothing to eat. Easter Sunday came. The people were full of rejoicing. All made their purchases for the great feast, but the old woman and her granddaughter had nothing to make merry with. They shed tears, and began to pray God to help them. Then the old woman remembered that long ago, in the time of the Frenchman^ the peasants used to hide their money in the ground. And the old woman said to her granddaughter : " Granddaughter, take your shovel and go over to the site of the old village, ask God's help, and dig into the ground ; perhaps God will send us something." And the granddaughter said to herself: "It is impos- sible that ... (From: Wikisource.org.)

Chapter 7 : The Bird

It was Serozha's birthday, and he received many different gifts, peg-tops and hobby-horses and pictures. But Serozha's uncle gave him a gift which he prized above all the rest : it was a trap for snaring birds. The trap was constructed in such a way that a board was fitted on the frame and shut down upon the top. If seed were scattered on the board, and it was put out in the yard, the little bird would fly down, hop upon the board, the board would give way, and the trap would shut with a clap. Serozha was delighted and he ran to his mother to show her the trap. His mother said : " It is not a good plaything. What do you want to do with birds ? Why do you want to torture them ? " " I am going to put them in a ca... (From: Wikisource.org.)

Chapter 8 : How Uncle Semyon Told About Hi...

One time in winter I had gone into the woods after timber. I had cut down three trees, and lopped off the limbs, and was hewing them, when I looked up and saw that it was getting late ; that it was time to go home. But the weather was bad ; it was snowing and blowing. I said to myself : " The night is coming on, and you don't know the way." I whipped up the horse and drove on ; still there was no sign of outlet. Forest all around. I thought how thin my shuba was ; I was in danger of freezing to death. I still pushed on ; it grew dark, and I was entirely off the road. I was just going to unyoke the sled and protect myself under it, when I heard not far away the jingle of bells. I went in the direction of the b... (From: Wikisource.org.)

Chapter 9 : The Cow

The widow Mary a lived with her mother and six children. Their means of life were small. But they used their last money in the purchase of a red cow, so as to have milk for the children. The eldest children pastured Brownie 1 in the field, and gave her slops at home. One-time while the mother was away from home, the oldest son, Misha, in climbing on the shelf after bread, knocked over a tumbler and broke it. Misha was afraid that his mother would chide him. So he gathered up the large pieces of broken glass, carried them into the yard, and buried them in the dung-heap, but the little pieces he threw into the basin. The mother missed the glass, and made in- quiries ; but Misha said nothing, and so the matter reste... (From: Wikisource.org.)

Chapter 10 : Filipok

Once there was a little boy whose name was Filipp. All the children were going to school. Filipp took his hat and wanted to go too. But his mother said to him : " Where are you going, Filipok ? " " To school." " You are too small ; you can't go," and his mother kept him at home. The children went off to school. Their father had gone early in the morning to the woods ; the mother was engaged in her daily work. Filipok and his grandmother were left in the cottage, on the oven. Filipok began to feel lonely ; his grand- mother was asleep, and he began to search for his hat. When he could not find his own, he took an old one, made of sheepskin, and started for school. School was kept at the village church. When Fi... (From: Wikisource.org.)

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Scenes from Common Life

By Leo Tolstoy (1888)

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Author : Leo Tolstoy

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