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kindle æ Война и мир ´ Hardcover read Á ❮PDF / Epub❯ ☁ Война и мир ✍ Author Leo Tolstoy – Tolstoy's epic masterpiece captures with unprecedented immediacy the broad sweep of life during the Napoleonic wars and the brutal invasion of Russia Balls and soiréesE brutal invasion of Russia Balls and soirées the burning of Moscow the intrigues of statesmen and generals scenes of vio This is one of those books that can be life changing I read this as a teenager and I remember exactly where I was sitting on my bed in my grandmother's house in southern Germany when I finished it I must have spent an hour just staring out the window in awe of the lives I'd just led the experiences I'd just hadI'm now re reading this enjoying it immensely and no doubt appreciating it much than I did the first time Tolstoy has the most amazing ability to make us feel when he zooms out and examines historical events that the individual is nothing and then when he zooms in and paints intimate portraits of his characters that the individual is everything BreathtakingBy the way I'm reading the Anthony Briggs translation Penguin Classics and it's marvelous I'm uite picky when it comes to translations and this is one of the best I've readIt's in the sweeping battle scenes that Tolstoy shows how insignificant the individual really is how even generals and emperors are at the mercy of random and unpredictable events Then when Tolstoy switches to the intimate drawing room scenes the entire perspective shifts and nothing matters than the individual consciousness that he depicts The juxtaposition of these two feelings is just well geniusI'd forgotten how mystical Tolstoy gets with respect to Pierre's conversion or enlightenment or getting religion It's fascinating how Pierre becomes animated by these great ideas and that's a sign of his maturity whereas Prince Andrey matures in an almost opposite way by eschewing his former great ideas regarding military heroism and focusing instead at this point in the narrative on his baby sonThe contrapuntal movement of Pierre and Andrey's development is only highlighted when they're together debating whether one ought to try to improve people's lives Pierre or just focus on one's own happiness and leave the world alone Andrey It's actually a profound debate which then ends when Andrey beholds the vast sky again and something stirs inside him something long dormant and we as readers can't help anticipating that Andrey will be backOne of the great glories of reading War and Peace is to encounter in a novel characters struggling with serious philosophical issues not as airy abstractions but rather in terms of how they ought to live Pierre and Prince Andrey are the prime examples of this I kept thinking as I read the sections in which they struggle earnestly with such uestions that contemporary American fiction has precious little of this I wonder if it's because we've all drunk the kool aid that says show don't tell making contemporary novelists shy away from such material But this little mantra while seemingly objective renders entire realms of fiction off limits Tolstoy is constantly telling us what Pierre and Andrey are thinking and the novel is so much better for itTolstoy's peace is of course anything but it's full of anticipation and intrigue and philosophical yearning from the bursting bewildering sallies of youth Natasha to the resigned feeling that life isn't what you dreamed when you were young and perhaps you aren't either Pierre The deftness and sheer range of human drama is staggeringAnd the war when it returns is no abstract matter Everywhere there are people caught up in this great event bewildered by it Here's Rostov on seeing the French officer he's brought down This pale mud stained face of a fair haired young man with a dimple on his chin and bright blue eyes had no business with battlefields; it was not the face of an enemy; it was a domestic indoor face Rostov can't help seeing him as a human being and in that moment his enthusiasm suddenly drained awayIt's interesting how when Rostov chases the French officer on horseback he thinks about the wolf hunt he was recently on When I read the scene of the hunt where the hunters capture the old She Wolf and her cubs I couldn't help feeling sorry for those animals for that animal family hunted for pure sport I wondered how that scene would come back into the narrative because of the obvious symbolic weight of it and here it is in the scene of war The characters hadn't empathized with the She Wolf in the same way that Rostov does with the French officer but I wonder if we're meant to anyway or at least be made somewhat uncomfortable as I was by such sport killing perhaps seeing it as a prelude to another kind of sport killing altogether namely warTolstoy can't help wearing his patriotism on his sleeve a bit as he describes Napoleon's advance and the rival Moscow social circles one of which has eschewed anything French while the other clings to its Francophile ways Of course the French speaking social circle is that of Helene who's cold and manipulative and whose brother schemed to snatch away Natasha in such well French fashion But this is no bald tale of Russian virtue and French perfidy Tolstoy is finely attuned to the chaos of war and to the humans that engage in it so much alike than not as everyone tries simply to survive and perhaps claim a little glory in the endI love how Tolstoy peppers his narrative with keen insights into human nature Here he is when describing the attitude of Muscovites on the approach of Napoleon At the first approach of danger two voices always speak out with eual force in a man's heart one tells him very sensibly to consider the exact extent of the danger and any means of avoiding it; the other says even sensibly that it's too wearisome and agonizing to contemplate the danger since it is not in a man's power to anticipate future events and avoid the general run of things so you might as well turn away from the nastiness until it hits you and dwell on things that are pleasantTolstoy describes the cavalcade of human affairs as well as anyone and the evacuation of Moscow is a great example of it so many little stories described with the deftest brushstrokes The irony and humor also shine through when he describes Berg's ridiculous recitation of war stories or Count Rostov's childlike diffidence when it comes to the issue of whether they should empty their wagons of belongings in order to make room for wounded soldiersHurtling toward the end now and Tolstoy is hammering his theme that the individual is a slave to fate and mysterious forces This adds much irony to his tale and some biting commentary as well as when he says These man carried away by their passions were nothing than the blind executors of the saddest law of necessity; but they saw themselves as heroes and mistook their doings for achievements of the highest virtue and honourIn the final pages the scenes return to domestic life full of family as the war generation ages and their children are born So many mixed emotions in the characters and in me the reader as our story ebbs to a close as this towering and monumental work of art draws ever nearer to silence Memento mori the characters are described as feeling in the face of an old countess and the same can be said of this entire work which is a testament to the fragility and beauty and fleetingness of life itselfAnd then finally we see Pierre and Natasha together but the last lines of the dramatic narrative belong to young Nikolay Prince Andrey's son who thinks Father Father Yes I'm going to do something even he would have been pleased withTolstoy then delves directly into a philosophical treatise on free will capping his narrative with the final summation that it is no less essential to get away from a false sensation of freedom and accept a dependence that we cannot feelWith that the book closes and I feel again what a monumental work I've just encountered I'll spend many days and weeks pondering these pages recalling little scenes and thinking about Tolstoy's grand arguments The scope is breathtaking and profound yet on every page you feel the frantic beating of the human heart Despite all its spiritual claims it's a deeply humanistic work

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Tolstoy's epic masterpiece captures with unprecedented immediacy the broad sweep of life during the Napoleonic wars and th Before I turned the last page of this massive volume which had been neglected in my bookshelves for than six years War and Peace was a pending task in my mental reading universe knowing it to be one of the greatest Russian or maybe simply one of the greatest novels of all timesWell in fact it was something else I have a selective memory I don’t know whether it comes as a blessing or as a curse that enables me to remember the most insignificant details like for instance where and when I bought my books which are often second hand copies When I pull one of them off my shelves it usually comes loaded with recollections of a certain moment of my life that add up to the mute history of their usually worn and yellow pagesSo War and Peace was also a memory This one had to do with an unusual cloudless and shiny afternoon spent in Greenwich Park eating the greatest take away noodles I had ever tasted and browsing through my newest literary purchases recently bought in one of those typical British second hand bookshops where I spent hours besotted with that particular scent of moldy ancient paperThat’s what War and Peace meant to me until I finally shook my sloth off and decided to read it It turns out I rather lived than read it or maybe the book read me but in any case I curse my lazy self for not having taken the plunge much soonerThis book is an electroshock for the soul There is no division between Tolstoy’s art and his philosophy just as there is no way to separate fiction from discussions about history in this novel Without a unifying theme without so much a plot or a clear ending War and Peace is a challenge to the genre of the novel and to narrative in history Tolstoy groped toward a different truth one that would capture the totality of history as it was experienced and teach people how to live with its burden Who am I What do I live for Why was I born These are existential uestions on the meaning of life that restlessly impregnate this “novel” which also deals with the responsibility of the individual who has to strive against the dichotomy of free will as opposed to the influence of the external world in the course of history Fictional and historical characters blend naturally in the narration which occasionally turns into a reasoned philosophical digression exploring the way individual lives affect the progress of history challenging the nature of truth accepted by modern historiansTostoy’s syntax is unconventional He freuently ignores the rules of grammar and word order deliberately reiterating mannerisms or physical details to identify his characters suggesting their moral ualities He uses several languages gradually changing their sense especially with French which eventually emerges as the language of artifice and insincerity the language of the theater and deceit whereas Russian appears as the language of honesty and seriousness and the reader becomes a privileged witness of the formation of a community and national consciousness In repeating words and phrases a rhythm and rhetorical effect is achieved strengthening the philosophical pondering of the characters I was emotionally enraptured by the scene in which Count Bezukhov asks himself what’s the meaning of love when he glances at the smiling face of Natasha or when Prince Andrey lies wounded in Austerlitz battlefield looking up at the endless firmament welcoming the mystery of death and mourning for his hapless and already fading life The book is full of memorable scenes which will remain imprinted in my retina eternal flashing images transfixing me uite the beauty of Natasha’s uncovered shoulders emerging from her golden dress the glow of bonfires lit by kid soldiers in the night before a battle the agony of men taken prisoners and the absent faces of circumstantial executioners while shooting their fellowmen the unbearable pain of a mother when she learns of her son’s death a silent declaration of love in a dancing embrace full of youth and promise War and Peace is much than a novel It is a vast detailed account maybe even a sort of diary or a confession of a world about to explode in constant contradiction where two ways of being coexist war and peace Peace understood not only as the absence of war but mainly as the so much coveted state in which the individual gets hold of the key to his identity and happiness achieving harmonious communion with others along the wayNow that I have finally read this masterpiece I think I can better grasp what this “novel” represents among all the great works of art created by men throughout our venturesome existence the Sistine Chapel or the 9th Symphony of Literature an absolute triumph of the creative mind of the spirit of humankind and a virtuous affirmation of human life in all its richness and complexityMy battered copy of War and Peace and I have fought many battles together hand in hand We have been gently soaked by the descent of moist beads in the misty drizzle at dawn in Paracas We have been splashed by the salty waves of the Pacific Ocean only to be dried off later by the sandy wind blowing from the dunes of the Huacachina Desert We have been blessed by the limpid droplets dripping down from branches of Eucalyptus Trees in the Sacred Valley of the Incas and scorched by the blinding sunbeams in Nazca Particles of ourselves were left behind dissolved into the damp shroud of grey mist falling from the melting sky in MachuPicchu and whatever remained of us tried to breathe in deeply the fragrant air of those dark warm nights spent under scintillating stars scattered endlessly down the Peruvian skyWith wrinkled pages tattered covers and unglued spine my copy of War and Peace has managed to come back home I have just put it back reverently on my bookshelf for literary gems where I can spot it at first glance An unbreakable connection has been established between us as fellow travellers as wanderers of the world Somehow we have threaded our own uniue history; an unrepeatable path has been laid down for us The story of this particular shabby copy comes to an end though because I won’t ever part from it My copy of War and Peace has come back home where I intent to keep it now for good No war for these battered pages but everlasting peace emanating from my shelves for all times to come My traveling companion in MachuPicchu

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Война и мирLent battles the uiet moments of everyday life all in a work whose extraordinary imaginative power has never been surpasse In this frightening isolated time let me direct you to War and Peace People resist this book they do it because it's something of a punch line as a monolithic difficult novel But this is one of the frothiest soap operas of a novel that I know of with far narrative propulsion than the excellent but sometimes slow ANNA KARENINA Two nations at war great world leaders and generals yes but also trench life and even so relevantly now the way war alters lives at home The thrills of this novel should not be spoiled but the memories are indelible a dramatic entrance in an opera house a medical seuence as harrowing as it is moving Pierre in Moscow aflame Tolstoy's creations in the book are near perfect Natasha Andrei and Pierre that most lovable of teddy bears and dozens of spectacular supporting characters intertwining in complex ways It is not a difficult book just a long one And it as spell binding and transporting reading experience that I know of Tolstoy is the ur novelist for a reason It's probably already on your shelf It's been there for years since college maybeStart it this evening Trust me