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Childhood 托尔斯泰自传：童年
Chapter 1THE TUTOR, KARL IVANITCHOn the 12th of August, 18— (just three days after my tenth birthday,when I had been given such wonderful presents), I was awakened at seveno\'clock in the morning by Karl Ivanitch slapping the wall close to myhead with a fly-flap made of sugar paper and a stick. He did this soroughly that he hit the image of my patron saint suspended to the oakenback of my bed, and the dead fly fell down on my curls. I peeped outfrom under the coverlet, steadied the still shaking image with my hand,flicked the dead fly on to the floor, and gazed at Karl Ivanitch withsleepy, wrathful eyes.
Chapter 1THE TUTOR, KARL IVANITCHOn the 12th of August, 18— (just three days after my tenth birthday,when I had been given such wonderful presents), I was awakened at seveno\'clock in the morning by Karl Ivanitch slapping the wall close to myhead with a fly-flap made of sugar paper and a stick. He did this soroughly that he hit the image of my patron saint suspended to the oakenback of my bed, and the dead fly fell down on my curls. I peeped outfrom under the coverlet, steadied the still shaking image with my hand,flicked the dead fly on to the floor, and gazed at Karl Ivanitch withsleepy, wrathful eyes.
