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Tolstoy Is Dead; Long Fight Over

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Here is a copy of the obituary from the New York Times, dated November 20,1910.  It is noted,

ASTAPOVA, Sunday, Nov. 20.--Count Tolstoy died at 6:05 this morning.

The Countess Tolstoy was admitted to the sickroom at 5:50. Tolstoy did not recognize her.

When one of the heart attacks seized him Tolstoy was alone with his eldest daughter, Tatina. He suddenly clutched her hand and drew her to him. He seemed to be choking, but was able to whisper: 

"Now the end has come; that is all." 

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  1. AnonymousAugust 27, 2010 at 4:45 AM

    "That is all" has a sort of "the rest is silence" ring to it. Not as fun as Chekhov's last words, but Chekhov had more humor than Tolstoy all the way around, I think.

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  2. James FergusonAugust 27, 2010 at 5:05 AM

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