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“War is the most horrible thing in life; and we ought to understand that and not play at war. War is not a game. War is the favorite pastime of the idle and frivolous. The aim of war is murder; we meet tomorrow to murder one another. And how does God above look at us and hear us? Ah my friend, it has of late become hard for me to live. I see that I have begun to understand too much. And it doesn’t do for man to taste of the tree of knowledge of good and evil . . . Ah well, it is not for long!”Andrew is certain this will be his last battle and he will be killed. That night he dreams of Natasha and realizes how deeply he loves her.
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| Napoleon at Borodino |
“they had to fight, in order to get food and rest as conquerors in Moscow. So it was not because of Napoleon’s commands that they killed their fellow men. And it was not Napoleon who directed the course of the battle, for none of his orders were executed and during the battle he did not know what was going on before him. So the way in which these people killed one another was not decided by Napoleon’s will but occurred independently of him, in accord with the will of hundreds of thousands of people who took part in the common action. Napoleon at the battle of Borodino fulfilled his office as representative of authority as well as, and even better than, at other battles. He did nothing harmful to the progress of the battle; he inclined to the most reasonable opinions, he made no confusion, did not contradict himself, did not get frightened or run away from the field of battle, but with his great tact and military experience carried out his role of appearing to command, calmly and with dignity.”
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| Kutuzovo at Borodino |
“Mounting the steps to the knoll Pierre looked at the scene before him, spellbound by beauty. It was the same panorama he had admired from that spot the day before, but now the whole place was full of troops and covered by smoke clouds from the guns, and the slanting rays of the bright sun, rising slightly to the left behind Pierre, cast upon it through the clear morning air penetrating streaks of rosy, golden tinted light and long dark shadows. But what impressed Pierre most of all was the view of the battlefield itself, of Borodino. The smoke of the guns mingled with the mist from the river, and over the whole expanse and through that mist the rays of the morning sun were reflected flashing back like lightening from the water, from the dew, and from the bayonets of the troops. A white church could be seen through the mist, and here and there the roofs of huts in Borodino as well as dense masses of soldiers. And all this moved, or seemed to move as the smoke and mist spread out over the whole space. Clouds of powder smoke seemed continually to spring up out of nothing, now singly, now several at a time, some translucent, others dense, which, swelling growing, rolling, and blending, extended over the whole expanse. These puffs of smoke and (strange to say) the sound of the firing produced the chief beauty of the spectacle. ‘Puff’—suddenly a round compact cloud of smoke was seen merging from violet into gray and milky white, and ‘boom!’ came the report a second later. Pierre glanced round at the first cloud . . . and already in its place were balloons of smoke floating to one side, and—‘puff, puff, puff!’ three and then four more appeared and then from each, with the same interval—‘boom, boom boom!” came the fine, firm, precise sounds in reply. It seemed as if those smoke clouds sometimes ran and sometimes stood still while woods, fields, and glittering bayonets ran past them.”
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the battle of Borodino, fought on September 7, 1812, was the largest and bloodiest single-day action of the French invasion of Russia and all Napoleonic Wars, involving more than 250,000 troops and resulting in at least 70,000 casualties. |
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