All happy families are alike; Each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Blah Blah Blah. When you’re at the Tolstoy House, you don’t get into all that. The focus is on how “ironic”, but in a cool way, this guy was.
Don’t believe me? Check out his bike:
Or these boots:
Or this…thing… on his desk!:
What Brooklynite hipster wouldn’t want all of these things in their loft/brownstone/co-op living arrangement?
Oh, and Tolstoy also had bears that asked for money and/or business cards at the door (Adam had neither):
So ahead of his time, but like not trying to be.
He even lived out in the boondocks back when all of the cool Muscovites thought it was kinda lame.
All in all, it was great to visit the place where Tolstoy wrote his (and some of Russian literature’s) greatest works.
He had a sense of humour and it showed in many of the details throughout the house that were really well- preserved. His family etched their names in colored stencil on a black tablecloth:
But I think he would have thought having this ex-KGB guy patrolling his house was a bit sad. I mean how far down the ladder must this guy have gone to get the no-action Tolstoy House Museum as his post? I’m sure old man Leo would have had something poignant to say:
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