tˈɑːlstɔɪ ɐnˈaʊnst ðə plˈeɪs wˌɛɹ hiː wˈɔntᵻd təbi bˈɛɹid: ɪn ɐ smˈɔːl klˈɪɹɪŋ kˈɔːld "ðə plˈeɪs ʌvðə ɡɹˈiːn wˈɔnd", nˈɛkst tʊ ɐ lˈɔŋ ɹəvˈiːn ɪn ɐ pˈɑːɹt ʌvðɪ ˈoʊld fˈɔːɹɪst kˈɔːld ðə fˈɔːɹɪst ʌvðɪ ˈoʊld ˈɔːɹdɚɹ ˈɛs tˈɛː ˈææ ˈɛr jˈɛɹu ˌɪkrˈætkɔji zˈɛː ˈææ kˈææ ˈææ zˈɛː, bɪkˈʌz kˈʌɾɪŋ tɹˈiːz ðɛɹ hɐdbɪn fɚbˈɪdən sˈɪns ðə tˈaɪm ʌv hɪz ɡɹˈændfɑːðɚ, ænd mˈɛni tɹˈiːz ðɛɹwˌɜːɹ ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɪɹz ˈoʊld.
Tolstoy announced the place where he wanted to be buried: in a small clearing called "the place of the green wand", next to a long ravine in a part of the old forest called the Forest of the Old Order (Старый Заказ, ) because cutting trees there had been forbidden since the time of his grandfather, and many trees there were over a hundred years old.