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My piece of bread only belongs to me when I know that everyone else has a share, and that no one starves while I eat.
Leo Tolstoy
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Leo Tolstoy
Age: 82 †
Born: 1828
Born: January 1
Died: 1910
Died: January 1
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The subject of history is the life of peoples and of humanity. To catch and pin down in words--that is, to describe directly the life, not only of humanity, but even of a single people, appears to be impossible.
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