The story of Pahom, retold from Leo Tolstoy's "How Much Land Does a Man Need?", follows a farmer who believes that more land will make him happy. First, Pahom buys a small farm and celebrates by carving three notches into his family's table. Later, after angry quarrels with his neighbors, he moves to a distant village, where his land triples. Even so, he keeps renting extra fields and never feels satisfied. Then a merchant tells him about the Bashkirs, who offer him all the land he can circle on foot in one day. Finally, Pahom walks too far, races back toward the hill as the sun goes down, and dies the moment he touches the Chief's cap. The scene that stayed with me most is the servant digging a small grave, because that tiny plot is the only land Pahom ever truly uses. The title asks how much land a person needs. After reading, I believe the honest answer is "less than we imagine," and I want to notice when I already have enough.