Date: Sunday, 27 December 2015
Sunday, 27 December 2015
Alive, and very much so, Tolstoy's diary entry for November 19, 1889, begins - and so does mine.
I was driving along Dandenong Road yesterday in Melbourne, talking to a girlfriend of mine and I said, "if someone really knew me, and was the love of my life and was to propose, they would hand me a Tolstoy book, as the token of their love."
She laughed, "and you say you don't have lists!".
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Mellissah Smith