ABSTRACT
Maxim gorky once called Tolstoy "a humankindly man", and the phrase is an apt one. Tolstoy is people's human brother, moulded out of the same friable clay and affected with the same earthly inadequacies, though more plainly aware of them than the rest people, more painfully afflicted by them. Tolstoy was not a man of loftier type than others of his generation, did not differ from them in kind. He was only more human than most, more intensive, keener sighted, more perfectly awake, more passionate - like an artist's proof, a first and wonderfully sharp impression from the unseen original kept in the master-craftsman's workshop. Only to outward seeming has Leo Tolstoy passed away. He is still at work among people. Many people have looked into his piercing eyes, have felt the brotherly clasp of his hand; and yet already he has become a legendary figure, and his struggle against himself is an example to this generation.
