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“Sou amigo da divisão do trabalho. Pessoas que não fazem nada devem fazer pessoas, enquanto as demais devem contribuir para a instrução e a felicidade delas. Eis o que penso. Para confundir esses dois ofícios, há uma multidão de amadores, a cujo número não pertenço.”

Quote by Leo Tolstoy

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ANNA KARENINA

Anna Karenina is a profound literary work that delves into the complexities of human relationships and the impact of societal expectations on individual lives. The story follows the tragic fate of Anna, a married woman who falls in love with Count Vronsky, leading to a series of dramatic events that challenge the moral and social fabric of her world. more

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Leo Tolstoy
Leo Tolstoy

Leo Tolstoy was a Russian writer and thinker, a prominent representative of 19th-century Russian literature. His works deeply revealed social contradictions and human nature, and had a profound impact on the world. more

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