In the hills of southeastern Pennsylvania, about 15 miles west of Philadelphia, is Newtown Square. On a farm near there dwells a woman who last week felt moved to address the world. Settling her bulky frame at a desk she penned some thousand words, made a dozen typewritten copies, signed each in a bold hand: ALEXANDRE L. TOLSTOY, mailed them to various newspapers and the League of Nations. Then she felt "happier than in a long time."
Aware that Countess Tolstoy, youngest daughter of the late great Russian Novelist Count Leo Tolstoy, had been...
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