Leonid andreyev lazarus log

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Nobody took care of Lazarus, he no longer had any relatives or friends, and the great desert, which embraced the holy city, approached the very threshold of his dwelling place.

Lazarus left the grave, where, for three days and three nights he had been under the enigmatical sway of death, and returned alive to his dwelling.

Lazarus is a novel written by Leonid Andreyev.

When Lazarus rose from the grave, after three days and nights in the mysterious thralldom of death, and returned alive to his home, it was a long time before.

Before his death Lazarus had always been cheerful and carefree, fond of laughter and a merry joke.

Lazarus, by Leonid Andreyev.

And she came into his house, and she sprawled across his bed, like a wife, and she extinguished the fires. Nobody took care of Lazarus. One after another his sisters left him—Mary and Martha. For a long time Martha did not want to leave him as she did not know who would feed him and care for him, and she wept and prayed.

But one night, when the wind rushed over the desert and the whistling cypress trees leaned over the roof, she dressed quietly and left.

Lazarus is a novel written by Leonid Andreyev, a Russian writer, and playwright.

It is likely that Lazarus heard the door bang, and how, not being securely closed, gusts of wind made it rattle against the doorframe—but he did not stand up, did not go out, did not take a look. And all night the cypresses whistled above his head, and the door tapped pitifully, letting the cold, greedily prowling desert into the dwelling.

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