The death of Ivan Ilych

Ivan Ilych has it all: a respectable position, a proper marriage, a comfortable home. He has navigated life with impeccable taste, never straying from the path laid out for him by society. He is, by every measure, a successful man. Then he falls from a ladder while hanging curtains. A dull pain in his side. A strange taste in his mouth. The doctors are vague. The pain grows. And Ivan Ilych, surrounded by family who find his suffering inconvenient and colleagues already eyeing his position, faces the terrifying question that a lifetime of propriety has allowed him to avoid: What if my whole life has been wrong? Tolstoy's masterpiece is not a story about dying.
It is a story about living-about the lies we tell ourselves, the comforts that become cages, and the terrible, liberating moment when pretense falls away and we finally see the truth. Written with a clarity so brutal it becomes beautiful, this is the most honest account of mortality ever set on paper.