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...They Are Coming." Jake had only tried to do his duty-Russian style. He had brought Mrs. Kasenkina back from Countess Tolstoy's New York farm and held her incommunicado at the consulate. After she had jumped, Jake concocted one story. Then last week he tried another story. Mrs. Kasenkina had seen "a crowd running from the Hotel Pierre towards the consulate," he said, and it had frightened her. He said she was depressed by the "malicious fabrications" of the U.S. press and overwrought by "threats of the United States police" to haul her into court "by force...
...police station held the telephone several inches from his ear. A Russian-it sounded as if the caller were being flayed with a dull cabbage scraper-was on the other end of the line. The Russian was speaking from Reed Farm, a 70-acre estate operated by Countess Alexandra Tolstoy, youngest daughter of famed Russian Author Leo Tolstoy. A woman, the Russian cried, had been stolen...
...this excited verbiage led naturally to a question: What had really happened? Nobody, including Countess Tolstoy, seemed to know. The next day the Countess mused dourly that the woman might have been a Red spy. And the case was complicated by the fact that Mathematics Teacher Samarin dramatically turned himself over to the FBI. This week no less a person than Russian Ambassador Panyushkin asked that Samarin be returned forthwith...
...Small Beginning. A happy, prosperous father and farmer, Tolstoy at 35 seemed destined to end up merely as an eccentric squire. But, increasingly, wrote Tatyana, "the question 'What is all this for?' began to torment him." Spells of rage and self-reproach interrupted "an almost bourgeois happiness." He had already published several short stories and novelettes (The Cossacks) and a book of reminiscences (Childhood, Boyhood & Youth); now he yearned for what he called "leisurely work de longue haleine [of a long-winded kind...
...something immodest" in hearing them. In the winter of 1864 he nervously read the beginning of the novel, War and Peace, aloud to a few friends; soon after, the first section appeared in the magazine Russky Vestnik, under the title 1805. "[It] still seems a little weak," said Author Tolstoy apologetically. "It will probably go unnoticed...