Pupils were more than enthusiastic. Tolstoy’s teaching methods could doubtfully be replicated elsewhere, but such a passionate, charismatic and dedicated teacher and the immediate associates he had personally trained could achieve a lot. In 1862 Tolstoy published his famous article ‘Who should learn how to write from whom – peasant children from us or we from the peasant children?’ He expressed admiration for the instinctive creative genius and learning abilities of his pupils. There was, however, less humility on Tolstoy’s part than the title of the article suggested. The process of learning was mutual. To produce writing of such artlessness and simplicity that the great writer was eager to emulate, the peasant children had first to acquire from him not only basic literacy, but the power of imagination, intellectual curiosity and a desire to express themselves. This was exactly the type of communication and trust that Tolstoy the emancipator failed to build with their parents. In one of his pedagogical conversations with his pupils he half jokingly, half seriously, discussed his own wish to renounce his status of a landowner and to start working on the land. Initially incredulous, the children finally started believing their teacher really meant it.
Fascinated by the idea of a miraculous transformation of a
Since 1853 Tolstoy had constantly been returning to a story, later known as
In parallel with his work on
These drafts evoke one of the strongest erotic infatuations of Tolstoy’s life, his affair with a married peasant, Aksinya Bazykina. Tolstoy regularly mentions Aksinya in his diaries for 1858–60 with the usual admixture of frenzied desire and revulsion, but the entries also record a fixation on the same person that was much less usual. Thirty years later, in a completely different period of his life, he recalled this passion in a story with a revealing title, ‘The Devil’. This emotional colouring was clearly present in the affair from the very beginning, but at the same time Tolstoy recorded different feelings in his diary:
I am a fool. A beast. Her neck is red with the sun . . . I am in love as never before in my life. I’ve no other thoughts. I am tormented . . . Had Aksinya, but I am repelled by her . . . Aksinya I recall only with revulsion – her shoulders . . . Continue to see Aksinya exclusively . . . She was nowhere about. I looked for her. It’s no longer the feeling of a stag, but of a husband for a wife. It’s strange. I try to reawaken my former feeling of surfeit and I can’t. (