Childhood by Leo Tolstoy Literary Collections Biography & Autobiography

<p><strong>Suppose I thought to myself that I am only a small boy yet why should he disturb me? </strong>Why does he not go killing flies around Woloda's bed? No; Woloda is older than I and I am the youngest of the family so he torments me. That is what he thinks of all day long -- how to tease me. He knows very well that he has woken me up and frightened me but he pretends not to notice it. Disgusting brute! And his dressing gown and cap and tassel too -- they are all of them disgusting. While I was thus inwardly venting my wrath upon Karl Ivanitch he had passed to his own bedstead looked at his watch (which hung suspended in a little shoe sewn with bugles) and deposited the fly-flap on a nail then evidently in the most cheerful mood possible he turned round to us. Get up children! It is quite time and your mother is already in the drawing room he exclaimed in his strong German accent. Then he crossed over to me sat down at my feet and took his snuff-box out of his pocket. I pretended to be asleep. Karl Ivanitch sneezed wiped his nose flicked his fingers and began amusing himself by teasing me and tickling my toes as he said with a smile Well well little lazy one!</p><p>Childhood is the first in a series of three novels and is followed by Boyhood and Youth. </p>