[begin letter written by Tolstoy to Chertkov, October 15, 1898]:
Your demand to send the first chapters to the publisher for me was unpleasant and, I must confess, offensive. I would have never agreed to this and am surprised that you did. And summaries for me are preposterous. Whether they like it or not, but I am surprised that you, knowing me, agreed to ask for their approval. I remember the American publishers wrote a few times with proposals of big payments and I assumed that it would be that way and that you would continue in the same spirit . . .
Regarding the summary of the novel, the concept is purely theoretical, because the first part is finished, but the second isn't typed yet, it cannot be considered finished and I may change it, and I would like to have the opportunity to make changes.
Therefore, my indignation against summaries and manuscript reading is not prompted by arrogance, but by a certain awareness of my calling as a writer, which cannot subordinate its spiritual activity of writing to any practical considerations. There is something revolting in this which offends my very soul.
Good ole Lev.