Has our dear bower been destroyed by this unpitying storm?

我们亲爱的凉亭是否被这场无情的风暴摧毁了？

Who shall say what Tolstoy suffered from the continual discord of his latter years—the discord between his unpitying vision, which saw the horror of reality, and his impassioned heart, which continued to expect love and to affirm it?

谁能说出托尔斯泰在他晚年的持续不和谐中所遭受的痛苦——他无情的愿景，看到现实的恐怖，与他慷慨激昂的心，继续期待并肯定爱情之间的不和谐？