Leo Tolstoy is one of the greatest writers in Russian history; while most people are familiar with his name, not many are aware of the remarkable backstory of this picture.
At fifty, Tolstoy experienced a depressive episode. His sorrow grew deeper every day and for no apparent cause. Tolstoy was a count, among the wealthiest individuals in his nation, and a globally recognized figure. Still, he remained dissatisfied. Power and money had no meaning. There were plenty of sad people who possessed both of them. Health was irrelevant as well; there were healthy individuals who withered in agony out of fear of suffering, and there were sick people who were desperate to survive.
He took the child home with him after seeing him one day down Afanasyevsky Lane and was moved by compassion. And he felt wonderful again for the first time in a very long time. He lost himself, his troubles, and his melancholy. From that point on, Tolstoy gave up wearing dresses for women, luxuries, and his privileges. He also started living a modest life and giving away all he had to those in need.
He used to say, "Show me the religion in your actions; don't talk to me about religion, charity, or love." In addition, Tolstoy was the first to advocate for nonviolence. He promoted intercultural brotherhood, and Mahatma Gandhi, another notable person of the 20th century, was greatly influenced by his views.
Many claimed he was insane since he helped others up until the day of his death. Tolstoy felt insane living in a world where acquiring goods and even people is all that matters, where everyone wants to take but no one understands how to give.
What's the point of all this, said an old friend of his who, unlike Tolstoy, had a comfortable and luxurious life? What makes you concern about other people? You ought to consider yourself. He was told, "If you feel pain, you are alive; if you feel the pain of others, you are human," by Tolstoy.