ABSTRACT
BY the spring of 1860, Tolstoy had learned that manual labour can be one of the greatest satisfactions of existence. Getting up one morning at five o'clock in order to direct the farm-work himself, towards evening he had found himself growing angry; but instead of giving way to his feelings he had started to work at the manuring side by side with the peasants until he was in a heavy sweat, and he had not only thrown off his anger, but had reached a state in which "everything seemed good and I felt fond of everybody."
