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Lyubov Natasha and Prince Andriy. Vіdnosini Andriy Bolkonsky and Natasha Rostova (Shkіlnі create)

How do you draw the character of prince Andriy and Natasha? Why is it impossible for the earth to be happy with it? and taking away the best vіdpovіd

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Natasha Rostova and Andriy Bolkonsky can be boldly called the main characters of the novel.
Natasha - the heroine of Tolstoy is in love, she instilled in her veins the best women's virtues: kindness, spirituality, bezperednist and breadth. The ringing heroine of Tolstoy is negligent, she doesn’t know how to make scarlet. Everyone, who hadn’t grown up with her, could not help but succumb to her enchantment. Natalya can awaken the best in people, turn his hope. Її zustrіch іz Andriyem Bolkonsky rich in what bula zumovlena, not respecting those who are rich in what stinks of life. Natalya lives with the heart, Prince Andriy with the mind. Ale, unapologetically on the spot, the stench poohali one alone.
To the one who loves the building, gather your mind, you will give happiness.
Lyubov Natasha and Andriya - tse raptov o'dnannya pochuttіv that thought. If the stinks were presented at the ball, then at first glance they could only understand one.
Їхні feel like not so already great term we went through the trials of life, guessing the episode, if Natasha raptom succumbed to Anatol Kuragin. Ale tsya її suffocation richly in which bula was appointed by instinct and is not small good kokhannya. For a year she was already worried, vindicating her fault before Bolkonsky: “... she was guessing Prince Andriy and prayed for him, and she prayed for those that God had done evil to, like she had done to you.” You can’t call Natasha for her trustworthiness and generosity.
The soul of Prince Andriy was left as a mystery for Natasha. In їhnіh stosunkah іsnuє pevna distance. Bolkonsky’s character is such that it’s important for him to pray for the Bazhanoi: “... so that they all lived with me at the same time.” Vіn is not like that, like a mustache, wanting Natasha to change her relatives from the opposite one. Aje-sama is just that bezposerednya. Prince Andriy has no such wickedness, the very same guilt chokes on her, it feels like a roar with her.

The best quotes about Prince Andriy Bolkonsky will be painted when writing works dedicated to one of the main characters in the epic novel by L.M. Tolstoy "War and Peace". The quotations present the characteristics of Andriy Bolkonsky: yoga-like look, inner light, spiritual whispering, a description of the main episodes of yoga life, the mutual relations of Bolkonsky and Natasha Rostova, Bolkonsky and P'єra Bezukhov, speeches of Bolkonsky's thoughts about the sense of life, , war.

Shvidky transition to quotes behind the volumes of the book "War and Peace":

Volume 1 Part 1

(Description of the origin of Andriy Bolkonsky on the cob of the novel. 1805)

At this hour, the vitals have a new appearance. New disguise was the young prince Andriy Bolkonsky, the man of the little princess. Prince Bolkonsky buv is of small stature, a handsome young man with singing and dry rice. Everything in yoga position, starting from a languid, tedious look to a quiet peaceful crock, represented the greatest extent of yoga with a small chewy retinue. Youmu, maybe, everyone who was in the vitals, not only knew, but even so, youmu thought that to marvel at them, and it was too tedious for youmu to hear them. From the other side, the guise of the yoma was denounced by the guise of the garnenko squad, it was given, more for all the yoma nabridli. With a grimace, which psuala yogo garne of disguise, vіn vіdvernavsya vіnі ї. Vіn kissed the hand of Ganny Pavlivna and squinted, looking around the mustache.

(To the character of Andriy Bolkonsky)

P'єr having respected Prince Andriy with a clear view of all the thoroughnesses to the very fact that Prince Andriy, in the most complete world, having overcome all those evils, which P'єr did not have, and it is the closest you can speak to understanders - the power of will. P'єr forever marveling at the well-being of Prince Andriy of a calm occasion with various people, his extraordinary memory, well-readness (having read everything, knowing everything, about everything I understood) and the most hoarding practice and reading. As most of all, P'єra opposed to Andriya the possibility of imaginative philosophizing (to what extent P'єr was especially shy), then he did not have good wines, but strength.

(Dialogue of Andriy Bolkonsky and P'er Bezukhov about the war)

- All the yakbis fought only for their reconciliations, there would be no war, - having said wine.
“It would be wonderful,” said P'er.
Prince Andriy smiled.
- It might be better, what would be miraculous, but there won’t be any ...
- Well, are you going to war now? - sleeping P'єr.
- For what? I do not know. So required. Until then, I'm going ... - Vin chuckled. - I go to the one who lives, as I lead here, for life - not on me!

(Andriy Bolkonsky at the rose with P'er Bezukhov, he speaks of his love for the merriment, women and society)

Never, never make friends, my friend; the axis of you is my pleasure, don’t make friends, doty, don’t tell yourself that you’ve grown a mustache, that’s a moment, doty, you won’t stop loving that woman, like you vibrating, you won’t be clear, otherwise you’ll have mercy i is wrong. Make friends with the old, do not attach anywhere ... Otherwise, everything that is good in you is high. All wilt on rubbish.

My squad, - having continued Prince Andriy, - is a miracle woman. Tse one of the quiet dear women, with whom you can die for your honor; ale, my God, what would I not give now, so that we would not be friendly! I tell you alone and first, for I love you.

Vitalni, tiles, balls, Marnoslavism, nothing - the axis of the enchanted colo, from which I cannot go. I now blame war, the greatest war I’ve only known about it, but I don’t know anything and I’m not fit for anywhere.<…>Egoism, Marnoslavism, stupidity, worthlessness in everything - the axis of a woman, if the stench is like that, like a stench. You marvel at them at the light, you know what it is, but nothing, nothing, nothing! So, do not make friends, my soul, do not make friends.

(Rozmov Andriy Bolkonsky with Princess Mary)

I can’t help myself in anything, I can’t tell and I won’t tell my squad, and I myself can’t hurt myself in anything, and I will be so, in some way I won’t be furnishing. But how do you want to know the truth ... do you want to know why I'm happy? Ni. Chi happy won? Ni. Why? Do not know...

(Bolkonsky is getting ready to go to the army)

At the hviliny vіd'їzdu that change of life on the people, zdatnyh obіrkovuvat their vchinki, start to know the serious mood of thoughts. At qi hvilini, sing to trust the past and shy away from the plans of the future. The appearance of Prince Andriy was even more thoughtful and lower. Vin, clasping his hands back, walking swiftly across the room from hut to hut, wondering ahead of himself, and thoughtfully shaking his head. If it was scary for you to go to war, if you were to throw your squad together, maybe, and even then, perhaps, not badly, so that you could fight in such a camp, feeling the crumbs in your blues, waving your hands quappily, rattling around the table. nіbi pov'yazuvav shinka cover, and adopting your own calm and impenetrable viraz.

Volume 1 Part 2

(Description of the state of Andriy Bolkonsky after having spent like a wine to the army)

Ignorance of those who have not yet a rich hour passed from that hour, as Prince Andriy having flooded Russia, having changed a lot for that hour. At the virazi yogo disguise, at the hands, at the walk of the mayzha, there was no commemorative indentation, even those nights; Vіn mav looked like a people, as if I didn’t have time to think about the damage, as if they were doing it on others, and occupied by the right receptionist and cicava. The guise of yogo showed more satisfaction with himself and the restless; a smile and a look of yoga were cheerful and addictive.

(Bolkonsky - Kutuzov's adjutant. Placed in the army before Prince Andriy)

Kutuzov, who had caught up with Poland, having accepted him even more affectionately, declaring to him not to forget him, having cheered up the other adjutants, taking the Vision from him and giving him a serious hand in hand. On Sunday Kutuzov wrote his old comrade, the father of Prince Andriy.
“Your son,” writing wine, “give me hope to be an officer, who goes out for his knowledge, firmness and diligence. I honor myself with happiness, floating under the hand of such a gentle one.

At the headquarters of Kutuzov, among his comrades-colleagues and in the army, Prince Andrey, just like in the St. Petersburg branch, had two great reputations. Some, a smaller part, recognized Prince Andriy, although we could distinguish them from themselves and from other people, recognized him as a great success, heard yoga, sighed at him and inherited yoga; And with these people, Prince Andriy was simple and welcoming. Others, more, did not like Prince Andriy, respected him as an inflated, cold and unacceptable person. Ale with these people, Prince Andriy wisely put himself in such a way that they were afraid of him and were afraid.

(Bolkonsky pragne glory)

The call was sumptuous and accepted at once by Prince Andriy. As soon as I recognized that the Russian army was staying in such a hopeless camp, I fell on the thought that it was myself recognized to lead the Russian army from its position, that the axis of the wines, that Toulon, praise! Listening to Bilibin, I’ve already understood, like, having arrived before the army, I’ll give a thought to the military for the sake of one, vryatu army, and like you will be entrusted with the victoriousness of this plan.

“Stop fidgeting, Bilibine,” said Bolkonsky.
— I tell you broadly and friendly. Demystify. Where and why are you going now, if you can stay here? One and two checks are on you (winning the coat over the left side): otherwise you will not reach the army and the world will be laid down, otherwise you will be struck and rubbish with the strength of the Kutuzov army.
I Bilibin having opened the skin, emphatically that the yoga dilemma is not transverse.
“Who I can’t judge,” Prince Andriy said coldly, and thinking: “I’m going in order to protect the army.”

(Biy at Shengraben, 1805. Bolkonsky is able to prove himself in the battle and know “his Toulon”)

Prince Andriy rattled his top on the battery, marveling at the dim harmat, from which the core flew. Yogo's eyes were wide open. Vіn bachiv only, that if the unruly masses of the French trembled and that the battery was livoruch. There is no wild smoke on it yet. Two French women, mabut, adjutants, galloped up the mountain. Climbing up the mountain, maybe, for the strength of the lansyug, a small column of the enemy collapsed, which was clearly visible. We didn’t grow up the first post, as if the other dimok had built it. Bey rose up. Prince Andriy turned his horse and galloped back at the Grunt Shukati of Prince Bagration. Zadu myself wine, as if the cannonade became more and more frequent and louder. Singingly, ours started vіdpovidati. Below, the parliamentarians were passing by, they felt they were shooting towels.

“Started! Axis out!" - thinking Prince Andriy, vdchuvayuchi, as blood often began to rush to the heart.

Volume 1 Part 3

(Mrії Andriy Bolkonsky about the glory of Viysk ahead of the battle near Austerlitz)

Viiskova is glad that Prince Andriy didn’t get far enough to express his thought, as if he were spodіvavsya, leaving that anxious hostility in his mind. Who maw the race: Dolgorukov with Weyrother or Kutuzov with Lanzheron and others, they did not praise the plan of attack, not knowing their fault. “How could it not be possible for Kutuzov to speak directly to the sovereign of his thoughts? How can you work any other way? Isn’t it possible that through the courtiers that special mirkuvannya can rizikuvat tens of thousands of my, my life?” - thinking wine.

“So, maybe, tomorrow I will kill you,” thought Vin. І raptom, with my thoughts about death, a whole series of thoughts, the furthest and most sincere, standing at the yogi’s mind; vin guessing the rest of the farewell to the father of that retinue; vіn guessing the first hours of your love before her; having guessed about її vagіtnіst, i yoma became shkoda її і to myself, і він at the primary-rozm'yakshenom and hvilyovannym stanі vyyshov іz hati, in yakіy vin standing with Nesvitsky, and becoming walk in front of the booth.

Nothing was foggy, and the mist secretly breaking through monthly syaivo. “Yes, tomorrow, tomorrow! - thinking wine. - Tomorrow, perhaps, everything will be over for me, all of them will be no more, all of them will not make any sense for me. Tomorrow, maybe, tomorrow, tomorrow, I’m changing my mind, I’ll have a chance to show you all those that I can think of.” The first battle was fought, the cost of yoga, the midst of the battle at one point and the mixing of all the chief's skills. And the axis of that happy hvilina, that Toulon, for which so long a check of wine, you are given to you. Vin firmly and clearly speak his thoughts to Kutuzov, Weyrother, and the emperors. All the enemies of yogic peace, but no one is taken vikonati yogo, and the axis of the wines take a regiment, a division, move the mind, so that no one is already involved in the yogic order, and lead your division to the decisive point and win one. And death is that suffering? — seems to be a different voice. Ale, Prince Andriy does not answer to that voice, she continues her successes. V_n to wear the title of a chergovy in the army for Kutuzov, but to rob a mustache of vin alone. The coming battle was won by him alone. Kutuzov changes, is assigned to wine ... Well, then? - it seems I will renew another voice, - and then, ten times before, you will not be injured, killed, or fooled; well, then what? “Well, then ... - Prince Andriy confesses to himself, - I don’t know what we’ll be after, I don’t want and I can’t know; ale yakscho I want tsyogo, I want glory, I want booty we bring people If I want to be loved by them, then I am not guilty that I want this, that I want one, that I live for one. So, for whom! I will never tell anyone what, but, my God! why should I work, if I don’t love anything, like only glory, human love. Death, wounds, loss of this, nothing is more terrible for me. I’m not dear, not dear to me a lot of people - father, sister, retinue, - people who are more dear to me, - ale, it’s not scary and unnatural to build, I’ll see them all at once for praise of glory, triumph over people, for kohanny to myself people whom I don’t know and don’t know, for the love of these people, ”thinking about wine, listening to the talk in Kutuzov’s yard. In the yard of Kutuzov, the voices of batmen were heard; one voice, maybe a coachman, that irritated the old Kutuzov cook, whom Prince Andriy knew and who was called Tit, saying: “Tit, and Tit?”

- Well, - old man.

- Tit, go thresh, - showing the brazier.

“Still, I love and cherish only the triumph over the rest of them, I cherish my mystical strength and glory, as the axis here above me is extinguished in this fog!”

(1805 r. Battle of Austerlitz. Prince Andriy led the battalion on the attack with an ensign in his hands)

Kutuzov, accompanying the guards, followed the carabineers in a hurry.

Having passed through the pіvversti in the tails of the colony, the wines rumbled like a self-made zanedbanka booth (imovіrno, a huge tavern) bіla razgaluzhenny two roads. Offensive roads went down the mountain, and both went down the mountain.

The fog began to disperse, and it was not clear, versts two yards away, they could be seen ahead of the witches on the opposite hillocks. Livoruch at the bottom of the shooter became chutnishoy. Kutuzov chirped, talking to the Austrian general. Prince Andriy, standing a little behind, marveling at them, and asking for the adjutant's trumpet, turning up to noon.

“Wonder, marvel,” said the adjutant, marveling not at the distant army, but down the mountain in front of him. - Tse French!

The two generals and adjutants began to grab at the chimney, twisting one on one. All the appearances changed raptom, and the zhah appeared on all. The French were allowed two miles away from us, and the stench appeared before us in a brisk manner.

- Is it the enemy? voices sounded.

Prince Andriy, with an eye to the bottom of the dense column of Frenchmen, who rose to the Apsherontsy, did not give five hundred miles from that month, where Kutuzov was standing.

“Axis out, it’s rіshucha whilina! It went to me on the right, ”thinking, Prince Andriy I, hitting his horse, went to Kutuzov.

- Requires the appointment of Apsherontsiv, - shouting wine, - Your Excellency!

Ale, in the same place, was covered with dim, a nearby shooter lulled, and a naїvely snarling voice for two steps in the presence of Prince Andriy shouted: “Well, brothers, the Sabbath!” І nachebto voice tsey buv team. According to that voice, everyone rushed to tick.

Zmіshanі, natovpi, scho zbіshuvalis, bіgli back before that month, de five times before that vіysk passed the rise of the emperors. It was not only important that the natovp was raised, but it was impossible for them not to lean back at once from the natovp. Bolkonsky barely looked at Kutuzov and looked around, marveling and unable to comprehend what was timid in front of him. Nesvitsky, with an embittered look, red-faced and unlike himself, shouting to Kutuzov that I won’t go at once, I’ll be full of captures in a sing-song manner. Kutuzov, standing to the same mist and, not vydpovidayuchi, having removed the hustka. Blood flowed from yoga shoki. Prince Andriy pushed his way through.

- Are you injured? - having drunk the wines, the ice is treading the bottom slit.

- The wound is not here, but the axis de! - Having said Kutuzov, pressing the hustka to the wounded cheeks and suggesting to run.

— Zupinіt їх! - shouting wine and at once, perhaps, having changed his mind, it was impossible to beat them, hitting the horse and turning right-handed.

Natovp, sho again clinging, slamming yoga with me and pulling back.

The troops were so thick with the natovpa that, having drank in the middle of the natovpu, it was important to vibrate from the new one. Who shouted: "Pishov, what are you getting into?" Someone once, wrapping around, shooting at the window; who beat the horse, like Kutuzov himself. From the majestic zusilly, having swung out of the stream to the left, Kutuzov with his retinue, changed more and more lower, having gone to the sounds of close harmonica shootings. Having climbed out of the attack, Prince Andriy, trying not to see Kutuzov, dribbling on the descent of the mountain, into Dima, shooting the Russian battery and pushing the French up to it. Above all stood the Russian infantry, not rushing forward to help the battery, nor backward one at a time directly with the bizhuchi. The general of the tops was resurrected in the midst of the cold and fell to Kutuzov. Three of Kutuzov's retinue was left with only a few people. All were blind and the little ones marveled.

- Zupinіt tsikh vile ones! - panting, having washed Kutuzov to the regimental commander, pointing out how quiet they are ticking; ale in the same place, mov at the early warning for the words, like a rіy bird, with a whistle, the kutuzov flew on the shelf and retinue.

The French attacked the battery and, after kicking Kutuzov, shot at him. With a gulp, the regimental commander huddled by the leg; a sprig of soldiers fell, and a lieutenant, who, standing as an ensign, let go of yoga from his hands; the ensign trembled and fell, hovering on the towels of judicial soldiers. Soldiers without a command started shooting.

- Oh-ooh! - With a viraz, I will open up Kutuzov and look around. “Bolkonsky,” he whispered in a three-toned voice like the witness of his old powerless voice. - Bolkonsky, - whispering wines, pointing to the tormented battalion and the enemy, - what is it?

Ale Persh nizh vіn, having finished the word, Prince Andriy, indulging in tears and malice, which approached you to the throat, already jumping from the horse and big to the ensign.

- Boys, go ahead! shouting Vіn like a child, penetratingly.

"Axis out!" - thinking Prince Andriy, grabbing the ensign's holder and smelling the whistle of the sack in the malt, obviously straightening the opposite himself. A dekilka of soldiers fell.

- Hooray! - shouted Prince Andriy, as soon as he held the heavy ensign in his hands, he ran ahead of him with impeccable enthusiasm, so that the whole battalion would follow him.

I'm right, I've only run a little more. Pushing one, another soldier, and the whole battalion shouting "Hurrah!" run ahead and overtake yoga. The non-commissioned officer of the battalion, pіdbіgshi, taking the viscous weight in the hands of Prince Andriy ensign, but once again the murders. Prince Andriy again hoisted the ensign, pulled Yogo for the handle, ducked from the battalion. In front of the bats of our gunners, some of them fought, others threw harmatis and ran up to the new nasustrich; Vіn bachiv and French infantry soldiers, like grabbing artillery horses, they turned the harmonica. Prince Andriy with a battalion is already twenty short distances from the garmat. The unstoppable whistle of a sack hovered over you, and the right-handed and left-handed soldiers incessantly groaned and fell. Alevin did not marvel at them; I was surprised only at those who were working in front of yoga - on the battery. Vіn clearly bachiv already one figure of the ore artilleryman, we beat him on the side with a shawl, pulling a banner from one side, just like a French soldier pulling a banner to himself by the other beam. Prince Andriy Bachiv already clearly ruined and at once embittered viraz the appearance of these two people, as if, perhaps, they did not understand that the stench was robbing.

“Why stink?” Andriy thought, marveling at them.

Indeed, the second Frenchman, with a towel in advance, pidbіg to the fighters, and the share of an ore artilleryman, who still does not understand that he is checking for a new one, and having hung a bannik from the urochististu, it is small to virishitis. Ale, Prince Andriy is not bachiv, what did he lose. Like a beating with a strong stroke of a mіtsіpkom htos from the closest soldiers, like youmu it happened, hitting him in the head. Trohi was more painful, but it was unacceptable for the smut;

"Who is it? I'm falling! My legs are shaking," - thinking wine and falling on his back. Winning his eyes flattening, squatting, which ended the struggle of the French with the artillerymen, "Ale, I didn't see anything. There was nothing above him now, the crimson sky, - a high sky, not clear, but still immeasurably high, with gray gloom, which quietly called over the new. "It's quiet, calm and natural, it’s not like I’m big, thought Prince Andriy, it’s not like that, like we ticked, shouted and fought; we’re not like that, like with embittered and vile disguises, one Frenchman and an artilleryman were dragged by one bannik, — we call it not so call the gloom to that high, unskinned sky. How am I not looking forward to that high sky? And I’m so happy that I know you’ve found it. So! All is empty, all is nonsense, of that unskinned sky. mute, mute nothing, creme quiet, calm. And thank God!.."

(The sky of Austerlitz as an important episode on the path of the spiritual formation of Prince Andriy. 1805)

On Pratsensky Gori, on that same place, de vin, having fallen with the holder of the ensign in his hands, Prince Andriy Bolkonsky lay, dripping blood, and, without knowing it himself, stole with a quiet, pitiful and childish moan.

The eve of the wines ceased to stognat and zovsіm calmed down. Vіn not knowing, how long ago did yoga forget. With a raptom of guilt I feel myself alive again and suffering from the burning pain in my head that is rising.

De vono, tse high sky, what I did not know dosi and pochiv nі? - It was the first yoga thought. — I didn’t know about the first suffering. Ale de me?

He began to listen and feel the sounds of approaching the trampling of horses and the sounds of voices that were speaking in French. Vin flattening eyes. Above him, all the same high sky with gloom, which still lifted buoyant, was still fresh, a blue inconsistency could be seen criss-cross. Win did not turn his head and did not growl quietly, which, judging by the sound, accumulates and voices, went up to the new and sounded.

Verkhovі, ​​scho pіd'їhali, Boule Napoleon, adjutant two adjutants. Bonaparte, obscuring the battlefield, giving the rest of the punishment for strengthening the batteries, who shoot at the rowing of Augustus, and looking at the dead and wounded who were lost on the battlefield.

- De beaux hommes! - Glorious people!

— Les munitions des pieces de position sont epuisées, sire! (There are no more battery shells, your majesty!) - the adjutant said at the same time, that having arrived from the batteries, that they were shooting at August.

- Faites avancer celles de la réserve (Command to bring from the reserves), - Napoleon said, and, having taken a sprat of crocks, he snarled over Prince Andrey, who was lying dove from throwing a white ensign with a holder (the ensign was already, like a trophy, the French ).

- Voilà une belle mort (Axis of miracle death), - Napoleon said, marveling at Bolkonsky.

Prince Andriy understood what it was said about the new one and what Napoleon should say. Vin chuv, as they called sire (Your Majesty) of the one who said the words. Ale vin chuv tsі words, nibi vin chuv dzizhchannya flies. Vіn not only did not chirp at them, but did not remember them, but immediately forgot them. Youmu's head was scorched; Vіn vіdchuvav, vіn go out bloody, i vіn bachiv above him in the distance, that eternal sky is high. Knowing that tse bov Napoleon is a hero, but in the meantime Napoleon gave himself up to you on the flooring of a small, worthless person in equal proportions with him, who now felt like a soul and a high, unskinned sky with gloom, that they lived on. It was all the same for Yomu to beat him, no matter if he was standing over him, no matter what he was talking about; Vіn radium bv only to the one that people were ringing over him, and bazhav only, so that people would help him and turn him to life, as if it seemed to him so beautiful, to him who wіn so іn аkshe understands yogo now. Vіn grabbing all your strength, to turn around and make a sound. Vіn weakly twisted his leg and straightened out a roaring, weak, painful stogin.

- BUT! I'm alive, - Napoleon said. - Pick up this lad, ce jeune homme, and carry it to the dressing station!

Prince Andriy did not remember anything further: he was unstoppable in the face of terrible pain, which led him to lay him on a stretcher, send him an hour, and wound the wound at the dressing station. Vіn prokinuvshis just a few days ago, if yogo, having been wounded with other Russian wounded and full of officers, was carried to the hospital. Feeling the breeze of freshness, I instantly look around and learn to speak.

The first words, like wine feelings, if they came to you, were the words of a French escort officer, who quickly said:

- You need to chime in here: the emperor will pass at once; bring you the satisfaction of bachiti tsikh polonenikh panіv.

“None of them are so richly full, not the whole Russian army is few, so maybe it’s worth it to you,” another officer said.

- But all the same! Tsey, it seems, is the commander of the army of the guards of the emperor Oleksandr, - having said the first, pointing at the wounded Russian officer in the white cavalry guard uniform.

Bolkonsky was recognizing Prince Repnin, who was born in St. Petersburg's light. The order from him was the second, nineteenth lad, the same wounded cavalry guard officer.

Bonaparte, galloping, spurring his horse.

- Who is the elder? - having said vin, having chimed the polonenikh.

They named the colonel, Prince Repnin.

- Are you the commander of the cavalry regiment of Emperor Oleksandr? - asleep Napoleon.

- I commanded a squadron, - Repnin.

“Your regiment has honestly finished its bindings,” Napoleon said.

“Praise to the great commander, to the best city of soldiers,” said Repnin.

- I am pleased to tell you її, - Napoleon said. — Who was the young man who beat you?

Prince Repnin naming Lieutenant Sukhtelen.

Marveling at the new, Napoleon said, laughing:

- Il est venu bien jeune se frotter à nous (Young vin rushed to fight with us).

“Youth does not care about being good,” after saying goodbye to Sukhtel, his voice is shaving.

- It's a miracle, - Napoleon said, - young man, you will go far!

Prince Andriy, for the sake of recapturing the trophy of the brants, and placing it in advance, in the eyes of the emperor, could not fail to tighten his respect. Napoleon, perhaps, having guessed what he was doing on the field, and, zigzagging up to the new, having lived the same name of the young man - jeune homme, as Bolkonsky was first recognized in yoga memory.

- Et vous, jeune homme? Well, how about you, youngster? - I turned back to nothing. — How do you feel, mon brave?

Irrespective of those who were five minutes before this time, Prince Andriy could say a few words to the soldiers, like they endured yoga, now, directly straightening his eyes on Napoleon, saying ... Napoleon, so dribly zdavavsya to you, the hero of yogo himself, with tsim ancient marnoslavism and the joy of victory, at the same time with this high, fair and kind sky, like a wine is bachiv and zrozumiv, that the wine is not a moment to support you.

That mustache was made so marvelous and useless among the people of the same sovereign and great way of thinking, which called out in a new weakening of the forces of blood, suffering and the near resurrection of death. Marveling at the honor of Napoleon, Prince Andrey, thinking about the worthlessness of greatness, about the worthlessness of life, which no one could understand the meaning of, and about the even greater worthlessness of death, the sense that no one could understand and explain from the quiet, how to live.

The emperor, not having checked the letter, turned back, and, looking out, turned up to one of the chiefs:

- Let's talk about these panіv i zvezut їх at my bivouac; let my doctor Larrey look at your wounds. Goodbye, Prince Repnin. - I win, having broken the horse, galloped far away.

In the guise of yoga, there was a self-satisfied happiness.

The soldiers, who brought Prince Andriy and took on a new golden image, which they drank with him, hung on the brother of Princess Mary, swaying caress, with which the emperor was tormented by polonenim, hurried to turn the icon.

Prince Andriy is not a bachelor, who and how I nadiv yogo anew, but on the chest of yogo, over his rapt uniform, leaning a small icon on a frilled golden lanyard.

“It would have been better,” thought Prince Andrey, looking at the image that his sister had hung on him with such feelings and reverence, “it would have been better, if everything was so clear and simple, as if it were given to Prince Mary. How good it would be for the nobility, de shukati help in this life and why check after her there, behind the string! Like a happy and calm buv, like a moment to say now: Lord, have mercy on me! .. But to whom shall I tell? But the power is invisible, unbowed, to the extent that I can’t just turn around, but I can’t speak with words, - everything is great, - speaking to myself, - but this is God, what an axis here is sewn up, at my incense, Princess Mary? Nothing, nothing is true, the crime of the worthlessness of everything that made me understand, and the greatness of the unreasonable, but the most important!

The burdens were destroyed. In case of skin poshtovhu vіn znovu vіdchuvav unbearable bіl; Garyachkovy camp posilyuvavsya, and vіn having begun mariti. Tі mriї about the father, the squad, the sister and the future son and the lower, as if they saw the battles ahead of nothing, to stand the little, worthless Napoleon and above the mustache high sky - became the main basis of this hot manifestations.

Quiet life and peaceful family happiness near the Fox Mountains appeared to youmu. Vіn is already full of happiness, if the little Napoleon is rapt with his bait, we are cold and happy in the face of unhappiness with a different look, and doubts, torments began, and only the sky calmed down. At the early morning, the dreams were taken aback and angry in chaos and the haze of oblivion and forgetfulness, like richly vіrogіdnіshe, at the thought of Larrey himself, Dr.

- C'est un sujet nerveux et bilieux, - said Larrey, - il n'en réchappera pas

Prince Andriy, among the few hopelessly wounded, the buildings under the guardianship of the inhabitants.

Volume 2

(Sim'ya Bolkonskys don't know why the living prince Andriy died at the Battle of Austerlitz)

Two months passed after the call was received from the Fox Mountains about the Battle of Austerlitz and about the death of Prince Andriy. I don’t care about all the sheets through the embassy and don’t care about all the rumors, the body was not found, and there was no middle ground. The best for yoga was those who, nevertheless, lost their hope for those who were raised by the inhabitants on the battlefield, it is possible, lying on the bed, or dying here alone, among strangers, and not in a dream to bear about oneself. . In the newspapers, among those who had previously recognized the old prince about Austerlitz, it was written, as if forever, even briefly and unsigned, in the one that the Russians after the glittering battles were small, and the retirade was completely ruined. The old prince understood from the official announcement that ours were beaten. A week later, after the newspapers that brought the news about the Battle of Austerlitz, a sheet of Kutuzov arrived, telling the prince about the share, as if he was sleeping yoga.

“Your son, in my eyes,” Kutuzov wrote, “from the ensign in his hands, fell in front of the regiment as a hero, good for his father and his patrimony. It’s a pity for my and all the armies, dosi nevidomo - chi is alive in chi ni. I flatter myself and you, that your son is alive, because otherwise among the officers found on the battlefield, about such a list of men of submissions through parliamentarians, and wines of names.

(Berezen 1806. Prince Andriy turns home after being injured. Yogo squad Lisa is dying, having given birth to a son)

Princess Mary threw on her shawl and ran away to nazustrich tim who had gone. If she was passing through the front, she was stalking at the window, that the crew and the lighters were standing by the door. Vaughn veiled to go. A tallow candle stood on the foot of the railing and flowed into the wind. The waiter Filip, with a sling of guise and with another candle in his hand, standing lower, on the first maidanchik of the descent. Even lower, around the bend, along the gangways, there were little bugs, which were crumbling in warm boots. And as I know, as it was for the prince Mary, the voice was speaking.

Then, as soon as the voice said, Dem'yan passed away, and the little ones in warm boots began to approach closer along the invisible turn of the descents. “Tse Andriy! thought Princess Mary. “No, it’s not possible, it would have been so unimaginable,” thought the woman, and in that same sack, as she thought, on the Maidan, on which the waiter stood with a candle, they appeared in disguise and put Prince Andriy in a fur coat with the comir. , covered with snow. So, ce buv wines, ale bright and thin and change, wonderfully remembrance, ale trivozhny viraz rebuke. Vіn uvіyshov go and hug your sister.

— Did you take off my sheet? - having slept, and, not checking the vіdpovіdі, like b vin i not taking it off, because the prince could not speak, vіn turned and with the obstetrician, who saw him following him (vin z'їhavsya with him at the rest station), with swedish croques I'm new vvіyshov go and hug your sister again.

- Yaka share! - having washed the wines. - Masha, love! - I, having thrown off a fur coat and chobots, pishov half of the princess.

The little princess was lying on the pillows, at the white bonnet (the sufferer had let her in), black hair curled in skeins around her inflamed, sleepy cheeks; ruddy, enchanting mouth, with a sponge covered with black hair, bov rozkrity, and she laughed radiantly. Prince Andriy uvіyshov at the kіmnatu and zupinivsya in front of her, bіla pіdnіzhzhya divan, on which she lay. Shining eyes, which marveled like a child, squirmed and shvilyovano, zupinilis on the new, not changing the viraz. “I love you all, I didn’t harm anyone, why am I suffering? Help me, ”saying її viraz. Vaughn bachila cholovіka, but did not understand the meaning of yoga now appear in front of her. Prince Andriy obіyshov kissed the sofa and kissed his forehead.

- My dear! - having said a word, as if by no means showing it. “God is merciful...” Vaughn stared at him inquisitively, childishly.

"I looked to you for help, and nothing, nothing, and you!" - said її ochі. Vaughn did not zdivavaetsya, scho vin arrived; she did not realize that she had come. Yogo's arrival is not a good day to її suffering that relief. The torments began again, and Maria Bogdanivna made Prince Andrew come out of the room.

Obstetrician uvіyshov to kіmnati. Prince Andriy Viyshov I, having met Prince Mary, I resurrect her. The stench of whispers spoke, but Rozmov’s shokhvilini zamovkla. The stench checked it and listened.

- Allez, mon ami (Go, my friend), - said Prince Mary. Prince Andriy again pishov to the squad and in the sudidnіy kіmnati sіv, chekayuchi. As a woman, she came out of її kіmnati with slapped faces and znіyakovіla, after pleading with Prince Andriy. Vіn closed the guise with his hands and sat through the sprat of whilin. Zhalyugidni, shamelessly-creature stogіn hung out behind the doors. Prince Andriy moved, moved to the door and wanted to marry them. The doors were tight.

- You can't, you can't! - having promoted the sound of a snarling voice. Vіn becoming walk kіmnatoyu. The screams ceased, a few seconds passed. Raptoma terrible cry - not її cry - she could not scream like that - having sunk in the court room. Prince Andriy pidbig to її doors; the cry of the castle, and yet another cry was felt, the cry of a child.

“Navіscho brought a child there? - after thinking for a second, Prince Andriy. - Baby? Yaka?.. Is there a child there? Chi tse was born a child?

If Vіn raptom razozumіv all the meaning of his cry, tears strangled Yogo, and vіn, leaning both hands on the bridge, sobbing, crying, like children crying. The doors were closed. Likar, with rolled up sleeves of a shirt, without a surdut, bludiy and with a slit, sho tremt, wiyshov z kіmnati. Prince Andriy turned to the new one, looked at the new one with a devastated look, without saying a word, walked past the new one. The woman woke up and, after babbling Prince Andriy, froze in the porosi. Vіn uvіyshov to kіmnati squad. Vaughn lay dead in the same position, in which I had five years of trouble, and the same viraz, unconcernedly on the eyes that were bulging, and on the glare of the cheek, it was on that charming childish fearful face with a sponge covered with black hairs.

“I loved you all and didn’t hurt anyone dashing, why did you hurt me? Ah, what have you done to me? - said її charіvna, zhalugіdne dead guise. At the hut of the room grunted and squeaked a small, red-haired girl in the three-handed arms of Mary Bohdanivna.

Two years later, Prince Andriy, with quiet croques, walked to the father’s office. The old one already knew. Vіn standing beside the doors themselves, and, like only the stink of a stench, the old movchki with old, zhorstky hands, like breams, hugging her son and crying, like a child.

Three days later they sang the little princess, and, saying goodbye to her, Prince Andriy Zyyshov on the road. And in the trunks it was the very same appearance, even with the flattened eyes. "Ah, what have you done to me?" - everything said out, and Prince Andriy vіdchuv, that in the soul of Yogo it was torn, that it was the fault of the guilty, that you can’t fix it and don’t forget it. Vіn do not cry for a moment. The old one kissed and kissed his wax hand, which lay calmly and high on the other, and said to you in disguise: “Ah, why did you hurt me?” And the old one angrily turned back, chirping his disguise.

Five days later, young Prince Mikola Andriyovich was christened. Mama used to take pelushki to the children, like a goose feast the priest smeared wrinkled red dolons and get off the lad.

Baptismal father - did, afraid to miss it, shuddering, wearing a dumbly washed-up baptismal font and passing it on to the baptismal mother, prince Mary. Prince Andriy, swaying in fear, so that they didn’t drown the child, sat by another room, looking forward to the end of the sacrament. Glancing at the child with a radiant glance, if the nanny blamed you, and nodding her head commendably, if the nanny helped you, that he threw a wax with hairs at the cup without drowning, but after boiling the font.

Volume 2 Part 2

(Zustrich of Prince Andriy and P'yera Bezukhov at Bogucharovoy'swhich is of little great significance for both, and rich in what it signifies their distant path.1807 r.)

At the present time, turning back from your own dearest road, P'єr, after victorious over your long-standing namir, go to your friend Bolkonsky, who did not drink wine for two years.

At the rest of the station, recognizing that Prince Andriy was over the Fox Mountains, and his new detached mother, P'er went to the new one.

P'era was struck by the modesty of a small, even clean little house after the quiet, brilliant minds who had their friend in St. Petersburg. Vіn quickly vvіyshov near the smell of pine, the unplastered little hall and wanting to go further, but Anton navshpinki pushed forward and knocked at the door.

- Well, what's there? - I felt a sharp, unacceptable voice.

- Guest, - Anton vydpov.

“Ask for a bud,” and I felt a stalker rise up. P'єr shvidky croques pіdіyshov to the door and zatknuvsya vіch-na-vіch with frowning and aging prince Andriyem. P'єr hugging Yogo, raising the eyepieces, kissing Yogo's cheeks and marveling at the new one.

“From not a check, dear radium,” said Prince Andriy. P'er did not say anything; vin zdivovano, not staring eyes, marveling at his friend. Yogo was struck by the change that appeared in the princes of Andriya. The words were affectionate, a grin was on the lips and appearances of Prince Andriy, but the bow looked dead, dead, as if, unconcerned in the visible bazhanna, Prince Andriy could not give a radiant and cheerful glint. Not those who are thin, frail, muzhnіv yoga friend; all the same glance and wrinkle on the forehead, which turned for the longest time on a chomus alone, fought and sympathized with P'er, until the vin did not sound to them.

With the help of a friend after a long separation, as if you were a friend, Rozmova could not recover for a long time; the stench fed and spoke briefly about such speeches, they themselves knew about the stench that it was necessary to speak for a long time. Nareshti Rozmova began to gag on the earlier words, on what was often said, on food about the past of life, about plans for the future, about P’era, about yoga, about the war. That serendipity and heartiness, as if remembering P'єr at the sight of Prince Andriy, hung even more strongly in a laugh, with such a wine hearing P'єra, especially if P'єr spoke with vague joy about the passing of the future. Prince Andriy started and wanted to be, but he could not take part in what he said. P'єr having begun to think that in front of Prince Andriy he is buried, mrії, nadії for happiness and good is obscene. It was shameful for you to express all your new, Masonic thoughts, especially to renew those awakenings in the New Year. I will rise in price for the rest. Vіn streaming to yourself, afraid of being naive; at the same time, you unstrikingly wanted to show your friend that the wine was now known as the other, shorter P'er, lower than the one at Peterburz.

“I can’t tell you how much I survived in that hour. I didn't recognize myself.

“So, richly, richly, we changed from that hour,” said Prince Andriy.

— And you? — feeding P'er. - What are your plans?

- Plan? - Ironically repeating Prince Andriy. - My plans? - repeating vin, wondering at the meaning of such a word. - But bachish, I’ll be, I want to cross over to the coming fate ...

P'єr movchki, sawing in the old guise of Andriy.

“Ni, I feed,” said P’er, and then Prince Andriy interrupted Yogo:

“What are you talking about me... tell me, tell me about your dearest, about everything that you got there on your shirts?”

P'єr having begun to tell stories about those who have grown wines in their shirts, trying to find their fate more in the fields that have been crushed by them. Prince Andriy kіlka once told P'єru ahead of those who rozpovidav vіn, nachebto all those who rozbіv P'єr, bula long vіdoma іstoriya, and having heard not only not from tsіkavіstyu, but navit nіbi swearing for those who rozpoіvіv P'єr .

It became less and less important for P'er to be in the comradeship of his friend. Vin lock.

- Well, my soul, - having said Prince Andriy, to whom, perhaps, it was also hard and dirty with the guest, - I'm here on the camps, I came only to marvel. I am going back to my sister. I will introduce you to them. You, you know, you know, - having said wine, maybe, occupying the guest, with such guilt, now you don’t see anything sleeping. And now you want to marvel at my sadiba? - The stench blew and passed to the point of insult, talking about the political news of those well-known people, like people are a little close one to one. With great encouragement and interest, Prince Andriy spoke only about the new sadibu and spores that he had won, but here in the middle of the rose, on the footbridge, if Prince Andriy described let's meet. and let's go. - Rozmova about P'yera's wedding came for an insult.

“I’m already zdivuvavsya, if I feel it,” said Prince Andriy.

P'єr chervonіv just like that, zavzhd chervonіv at tsomu, and saying quarrelsomely:

- I'll tell you if you ask, how it all happened. Ale, you know what is finished, and forever.

- Back? - said Prince Andriy. - Forget nothing.

“Ale, do you know how it all went down?” Chuli about the duel?

- So, you go through the tse.

“One, for which I am such a God, for those that I didn’t drive in all the people,” said P’er.

- Why? - said Prince Andriy. - Beat the evil dog in the spirit of goodness.

- No, beat a person unkindly, unfairly ...

- Why is it unfair? - repeating Prince Andriy. - Those who are fair and unjust are not given to people to judge. People have always had mercy and mercy, and in what more, like the one who respects the stink of fair and unfair.

“Those who are evil for our people are unfair,” having said to P’er, from the satisfaction of seeing that at the first hour of his arrival, Prince Andriy cheered and began to speak and want to speak to all those who roiled him like that, like wine now.

- And who told you what is so evil for your people? - sleeping wine.

- Evil? Evil? - said P'er. “We know what is so evil for oneself.

“So, we know, but if it’s evil, as I know for myself, I can’t work other people,” the Daedalians cheered more, showing Prince Andriy, maybe they could say to P’er their new look at the speech. Vin speaking French. - I don’t know what I’m lucky in: I know only two good misfortunes in life: bring conscience and ailment. Happily, it’s less than a day of two of them.) Live for yourself, unique only of two of them, the axis is all my wisdom now.

- And love to the neighbor, but self-sacrifice? - speaking P'єr. - No, I can't wait for you! Live only in such a way, so that you do not rob evil, so that you do not repent, which is not enough. I'm alive like that, I'm alive for myself and having saved my life. Only now, if I live, I accept (with modesty stroking P'єr) to live for others, only now I understand all the happiness of life. No, I won't wait for you, but you don't think what you are saying. - Prince Andriy of Movchki marveled at P'yera and laughed mockingly.

- From the sister, prince Maria. You will go with her, - having said wine. “Maybe you make a ration for yourself,” having continued wine, having said three things, “although you live in your own way: you are alive for yourself and you say that you don’t save a little for your life, but knowing about happiness only if you become a life for others . And I tried the opposite. I live to the fullest. (And then glory? That love itself is up to others, the bazhannya grows for them, the bazhannya of their praise.) So I am alive for the others and not more, but for the sake of saving my life. From that hour, having become calm, I live for myself alone.

- But how can you live for yourself? - roar, having drunk P'єr. - And son, sister, father?

“The same me, not the other,” said Prince Andriy, “but the other, the neighbors, le prochain, as you call Princess Marie, the head of the pardon and evil. Le prochain - all your Kiev men, how do you want to do good.

I vіn glancing at P'єra with a slyly sighing look. Vіn, pevne, viklikav P'єra.

“You’re hot,” P’er said more and more briskly. - How can I have a pardon and evil in what I want (although it’s not enough and filthy vikonav), but if I want to do good, that one wants to do good? How could it be evil, how unfortunate people, our men, people like me, how to grow and die without any other understanding about God and the truth, like an image and a stupid prayer, to begin at the current vіrvannyah of future life, pay, hedge, vtіhi ? What is evil and mercy in the fact that people die from ailments without help, if it is so easy to help them financially, and I will give them a doctor, and a doctor, and an old lintel? And it’s not obvious, it’s not undoubted good for those who are a man, a woman with a child, do not make days and nights calm, but I will give them instructions that allow? .. - saying P'єr, hurrying and lisping. - I’m shy, even if it’s bad, even if it’s a little bit, but I’m shy for someone else, and you don’t just get angry at the fact that those who I smashed are good, but don’t get angry that you yourself didn’t think about it. . And the smut, - continuing P'єr, - I know the axis, and I know for sure, that the work of the harvest is good for the only true happiness of life.

“So, if you destroy the food in such a way, then it’s on the right,” said Prince Andriy. - I will be a house, I will build a garden, and you will be a liquor. І those, th іnshe can serve the hour spent. But what is fair, what is good - let the one who knows everything, and not us, judge. Well, do you want to talk, - having added wine, - come on. - The stinks left the table and sat on the ganok, which replaced the balcony.

“Well, let’s talk,” said Prince Andriy. - You say school, - having continued your wine, bending your finger, - it’s so far, so you want to bring yoga, - having said wine, pointing at the peasant, who took off his hat and walked along them, - I’ll get out of this creature’s camp and give him moral needs . And I’m happy, what is the only thing I can be happy - I’m happy creature, but you want to spare її. I'll hurt you, but you want to work yoga with me, but without giving you any of my mind, or my feelings, or my cats. Inshe - you say: make yoga easier for the robot. And in my opinion, the practice is physical for the new one, it is such a necessity, the same reason for the mind, as for you and for me the Rozum’s practice. You can't stop thinking. I lie down to sleep about the third year, thoughts come to me, and I can’t fall asleep, I toss and turn, I don’t sleep until the morning through those that I think and I can’t help but think, I can’t help but shout, don’t mow, otherwise I can’t go to the tavern otherwise you will become ill. If I can’t endure this terrible physical practice, but I’ll die in a week, so I won’t endure my physical cold, smooth my wines and die. Third, what else have you said?

Prince Andriy, bending his third finger.

- Oh yes. Likarni, liki. He has a stroke, he is dying, and you empty your shelter, fork, you walk like a stone for ten years, we have a burden. It’s better for the rest, it’s easier for you to die. Others are born and so rich. Yakby ty shkoduvav, scho in you zayvy pratsivnik znick - how I marvel at the new, and then you want to rejoice with love until the new. But youmu doesn't need it. That and sweat, for real, that medicine forged someone ... Drive in! - So! - having said vin, frowning angrily and turning back into the view of P'er.

Prince Andriy, expressing his thoughts so clearly and clearly, that it was visible, he thought about it more than once, and he spoke willingly and quickly, like a person, he did not speak for a long time. The look of Yogo pozhvavlyuvavsya more, than the hopeless boules of Yogo Mirkuvannya.

- Oh, it's greedy, greedy! - said P'er. “I don’t understand any more how one can live with such thoughts. I was known to have the same squalor, but it was not long ago, dear in Moscow, but then I sink down on the floor, that I don’t live, all of me is bright, smut, I myself. Then I don’t, I don’t rush in ... well, how can you see ...

“Why don’t you rush in, it’s not clean,” said Prince Andriy. - Navpaki, we need to help ourselves to grow our lives and we will accept them. I live and I’m not guilty of anything, henceforth, it’s necessary, as if more beautifully, respecting no one, to live to death.

- But why are you stunned to live? With such thoughts, you sit without collapsing, do not shy away from anything.

- Life does not give peace. I don’t work for anything, and the axis, from one side, the nobility of the here honored me with the honor of being turned into bats; I see ice. The stench could not understand that there is nothing in me that is necessary, there is nothing in me that is good-natured and turbulent vulgarity, which is necessary for others. Let's sweat this budinok, which you need to wake up, so that mothers of your own kut, so you can be calm. Now militia.

Why don't you serve in the army?

- Post of Austerlitz! - Prince Andriy said frowningly. — No, no, I gave my word that I will not serve in the honorable Russian army. I won't. Yakby Bonaparte standing here, beating Smolensk, threatening the Fox Mountains, even though I did not serve in the Russian army. Well, then I told you, - calm down, having continued Prince Andriy, - now the militia, the father of the commander-in-chief of the third district, and the only thing for me to spare the service - be at the new one.

- Father, do you serve?

- I serve. - Vіn trochy muttered.

- Do you serve now?

- Axis now. My father is one of the most important people of his life. Ale vin is old, and vin is not the same zhorstoy, but has a rather dial character. Vіn terrible with his zvichkoy until the power is not limited, and now I have the power given by the sovereign to the commander-in-chief over the militias. Yakby, I slept for two years, two years ago, when I saw a recorder in Yukhnov, - said Prince Andriy with a chuckle. “So I serve the one who, damn me, can’t spit on my father, and I’ll give you a fake yogo like a topping, I’m suffering from such a wine.

- Oh, well, from bachite!

- So, mais ce n'est pas comme vous l'entendez (but not so, as you think), - continued Prince Andriy. - I don’t save any good, and I don’t save that vile protocolist, who lied like a chobot in the militias; I will bring more joy to the bachiti yogo, but if I don’t have a bad father, I’ll renew myself.

Prince Andriy Dedalī cheered more. The eyes of Yogo Garyachkovo shone, if the wine tried to bring P'er, but in Yogo's filling there was no blessing for good to one's neighbor.

- Well, if you want to call the villagers, - in the distance of wines. - Tse duzhe good; but not for you (you, I think, did not kill anyone and did not send to Siberia) and even less for the villagers. If they b'yut, sichut and send to Siberia, then I think that they are not worse. In Siberia, the wines are the very life of their own cattle, and the scars on the bodies will heal, and the wines are so happy, like before. And it’s necessary for quiet people, like to perish morally, make money on their own kayattya, despise tse kayattya and be rude because they may be able to stratify right and wrong. The axis of whom is less Skoda and for whom I want to call the villagers. You, maybe, not bachiv, but I’m bachiv, like good people, vyhovani in these retellings of unbridled power, with fates, if they become drastic, become bitter, rude, know tse, they can’t be effaced and all shy and unfortunate and unfortunate.

Prince Andriy, speaking to such hoarders, that P'er casually thought about those who brought Andriyev's thoughts to his father. Vіn іnіchogo vіdpovіv yoma.

- So from whom and what Skoda - human goodness, calm conscience, purity, and not their backs and foreheads, yak, skilki ni sich, skilki breeze, you must be covered with the same backs and foreheads.

- Nі, nі і a thousand times nі! I won't wait for you at all, - having said P'єr.

In the evening Prince Andriy and P'er got into a carriage and went to the Fox Mountains. Prince Andriy, glancing at P'yera, interrupting his speech with promos, seemed to be saying that he was in a good mood.

Vin, speaking to you, pointing to the fields, about his master's perfection.

P'єr frowningly movchav, vydpovidayuchi unequivocally, and zdavavsya zanurenim his thoughts.

P'єr thinking about those that Prince Andriy is unfortunate, that he had mercy on wine, that he does not know the right light and that P'єr is guilty of helping him, enlightening and raising yoga. Ale, how only P'єr vigaduvav, how and what he says to me, how he conveyed that Prince Andriy in one word, in one argument, to miss all the yogo vchennya, and he was afraid of the beginning, afraid of putting on the possibility of osm_yannya his beloved shrine.

“Ni, why do you think,” P’er shook his head, lowering his head and picking up his beak, “why do you think so?” You can't think like that.

- What am I thinking about? - having drunk Prince Andriy with a podiv.

- About life, recognition of people. Tse can't be. That's what I thought, and I was lying, you know what? freemasonry. No, you don't laugh. Freemasonry is not a religious, not a ritual sect, as I thought, but Freemasonry is the best, the only viraz of the best, eternal sides of humanity. - I started vykladati Prince Andriyev Freemasonry, like vin rozumіv yoga.

Vіn saying that Freemasonry is the birth of Christianity, as if it had grown up in the sovereign and religious kaydanivs; vchennya jealousy, brotherhood and love.

- Only our holy brotherhood can have a real sense in life; everything else is a dream, - saying P'єr. - You understand, my friend, that the position of the union is all lies and lies, and I am good for you, for the reasonable good people nothing is left behind, like only, like you, live out your life, trying not to respect others. But to take over our main reconciliations, to join our brotherhood, give us yourself, allow yourself to be scolded, and you immediately recognize for yourself, as I do, a part of that majestic, invisible lansyug, as it began to be in heaven, - saying P'єr.

Prince Andriy Movchki, marveling in front of him, hearing P'erov's promo. Kіlka razіv vіn, not feeling the noise of the stroller, repetitive from P'єra's unrecognizable words. For a special glimpse, which lit up in the eyes of Prince Andriy, and for Yogo Movchannyam P'єr bachiv, that the words of Yogo are not marn, that Prince Andriy did not break Yogo and would not laugh at Yogo words.

The stench went up to the river, which was overflowing, as if they needed to cross over on the ferry. While they installed the carriage and the horses, the stench went on the pores.

Prince Andriy, leaning on the railing, mimicked marveling at the gleaming sunset of the pouring sun.

— What do you think about it? - sleeping P'єr. - Why are you talking?

- What do I think? I heard you. Everything is so, - said Prince Andriy. - Ale ti say: join our brotherhood, and I will show you the mark of life and recognition of the people that law, which they guard with light. But who are we? - People. Why do you know? Why don't I fight the one you want? See the kingdom of goodness and truth on earth, but I don’t care about yoga.

P'єr interrupting Yogo.

- Do you believe in the future of life? - sleeping wine.

- Does the future have a life? - repeated Prince Andriy, but P'er did not give his hour of reconciliation and took the same repetition for repetitiveness, even more so, knowing how many atheistic reconciliation of Prince Andriy.

“You seem to be unable to build the kingdom of goodness and truth on earth. I am not good at yoga; and yoga is not possible to bachiti, as if marveling at our life, like at the end of the earth. On the earth, on this earth itself (P'єr having pointed out at the field), there is no truth - all is nonsense and evil; ale in the world, in the earthly world is the kingdom of truth, now we are children of the earth, and forever children of the whole world. Why don't I see with my soul that I am becoming a part of that majestic, harmonious whole? I don’t realize that I’m in this immeasurable number of istots, in which the deity is manifested - more power, if you want, that I’m making one lanka, one sorrel from the lower istot to the greater ones? If I’m running, I’m clearly running, I’m going down, I’m going to lead in the growth to the people, then why am I letting go, I’m going down, like I’m not running down, the stench will be ruined in the growths. Why am I admitting that you should go and worry about me, and not lead further and further to greater things? I realize that I just can’t find out, as if I don’t know anything in the world, but I’ll always be and I will. I see that, damn me, spirits live above me and that in this world it is true.

- So, the church of Herder, - having said Prince Andriy, - but not those, my soul, will change me, but life and death, which will change. Reconquer those who walk the road to you, as if they were tied up with you, before which you were guilty and succumbed to the truth (Prince Andriy shuddered in his voice and turned back), and with a raptom tsia istota suffers, suffers and ceases to be ... Now? You can’t but, if it didn’t come out! And I believe that I’m guilty ... I changed the axis, that changed me, - Prince Andriy said.

- Well, well, well, - saying P'єr, - khіba not the same and I say!

- Ni. I’m only saying that you can’t prove that it’s necessary to change the life of a future life, otherwise, if you go to a life with a person, and rapt a person, you’ll find yourself there, and you yourself will be in front of the price and zaziraesh there. I stared...

- Well, then what! Do you know what is there and what is there? There is a future life. Who is God.

Prince Andriy is not vidpoviv. The carriage and the horses had long ago been brought to the other shore and laid down, and already the sun had died down to half and the evening frost had crooked the kalyuzhs with the stars for the transport, and P'єr and Andriy, on the floor of the lackeys, the coachmen and the transporters, were still standing on the porom and talking.

- Yakshcho є God and є future life, then є istina, є honesty; And the best place for a happy people is to reach out to them. It is necessary to live, it is necessary to love, it is necessary to believe, - saying P'єr, - that we live not only on this earth, but lived and lived forever there, with everything (pointing to the sky). - Prince Andriy, standing, leaning on the railing of the porom, and, listening to P'era, not staring at his eyes, marveling at the red glare of the sun over the blue pouring. P'er lock. It was so quiet. At times, they had been bailiffs for a long time, and only weak leaks with a weak sound hit the bottom of the porom. It seemed to Prince Andriy that the rinsing of the wind to the slive of P'yera would say: "It's true, I believe it."

Prince Andriy sighed and changed, with a childish, lower glance, looking at the reddened mound, but all the fear in front of his first friend, the denunciation of P'yera.

- Yes, if only it were so! - saying wine. “However, let’s sit down,” adding Prince Andriy, and, out of the blue, marveling at the sky, on the yak showing you P’єr, and forward after Austerlitz, shaking those high, the sky, like vin bachiv, lying on the Austerlitz field, and It has long fallen asleep, it was the best, it was in the new, raptly and young it sank into the yoga soul. It almost seemed like it happened, if Prince Andriy, having entered again at the beginning, wised up life, but knowing that it’s almost like, like the wines weren’t broken, lived in the dark. The wedding with P'er was an epoch for Prince Andriy, because it began to want to be in the old age and the same, but in the inner world of the new life.

Volume 2 Part 3

(The life of Prince Andriy in the countryside, reinvention on yoga mats. 1807-1809)

Prince Andriy lived without a visa for two years in the countryside. All those undertakings for names, like undertakings in oneself P'єr and not achieving any result, without interruption passing in one direction to another, all these undertakings, without depending on them, be-to-whom and without mentioning practice, we will vikonan

Vіn mav nadzvichayno that lack of P'єru practical chipkіst, yak without razmakhіv і zusil from yogo side gave ruh on the right.

One name of yoga in three hundred souls of the villagers was redeemed at the farm (it was one of the first butts in Russia), in others the panshchina was replaced by dues. At Bogucharov's place, a grandmother was written to help the puerperas, and the priest for a fee taught the children of the village and yard letters.

Prince Andriy spent one half of his hour at the Fox Mountains with his father, who was like a nanny; another half an hour at the bogucharivsky monastery, as if naming the father of yoga village. Irrespective of the time he has given to P'ru, baiduzhіst to all the calls of the world, diligently chasing after them, otrimuvav a lot of books і, to a great surprise, commemorating, if people fresh from St. Petersburg, from the very faith of life, came The people who know everything that is familiar with the foreign and domestic politics are far away from the people who are sitting by the village.

Okrim borrow on im'ya, krіm zagalnym to occupy the readings of the most intriguing books, Prince Andriy, having taken up this hour with a critical analysis of our two remaining unfortunate campaigns and the folding of the project about the change of our military statutes and resolutions.

(Description of an old oak tree)

An oak stood on the edge of the road. Ymovirno is ten times older than the birches that were folded lіs, vіn buv ten times comrade and vdvіchі vshchy for leather birch. The majestic chain of two embraces an oak tree with a broken one, it has long been seen, with knots and a broken bark, which is overgrown with old sores. With its majestic, unassailable, asymmetrically-ruffled, chiselled hands and fingers, old, angry and unimportant, standing between the smiling birches. Only wines alone do not want to cherish the enchantment of spring and do not want to succumb to spring or sun.
"Spring, and Kokhannya, and happiness!" - nibi showing this oak, - “and it’s not like you were fooled by that same stupid and stupid deceit. All the same, and all deceit! There is no spring, no sun, no happiness. He marvels, sits strangled dead yalinka, zavzhd samotnі, and he and I rozchepiriv their shattered, stripped fingers, de stench grew - from the back, from the sides; like grown - so I stand, and I do not believe your hopes and deceptions.
Prince Andriy kіlka once looked around at the whole oak tree, passing through the forest, first of all he could see the new one. Quite and the grass was buli and under the oak, ale vin just like that, frown, unruly, conciliatory and stubborn, standing in the middle of them.
“So, wine maє ratsіyu, a thousand times maє ratsіyu tsey oak, thinking Prince Andriy, don’t let them, young people, they fall for this deceit again, but we know our life, our life is skinned!” A whole new series of hopeless thoughts, ale bag-receiving at the link with this oak a vinic at the soul of Prince Andriy. In the next hour, it’s more expensive for you, having thought over all your life anew, and you’ve come to that colossal calm and hopeless visnovka that you don’t need to start anything, that you are guilty of living out your life, not robbing evil, not turbulent and not banging.

(Spring 1809. Bolkonsky's trip from the right at Vіdradne to Count Rostov. First zustrіch from Natalka)

At the opikunsky rights of the Ryazan name, Prince Andriy needed to be stalked with a guard bat. The guide was Count Illya Andriyovich Rostov, and Prince Andriy, in the middle of May, went to New.

It's already a spicy period of spring. The fox was already all dressed up, it was like a pill, and it was so hot that, passing the water, he wanted to bathe.

Prince Andriy, unhappy and restless with mirkuvannyami about those who and sho you need to ask for help from the bat, along the avenue of the garden to the homely joy of Rostov. Right-handed from behind the trees, I felt a woman’s joyful cry and swayed the girls, who were walking in front of the stroller. In front of the others, closer, a black-haired, thin, wonderfully thin, black-eyed girl in a yellow calico cloth, tied with a white nasal coat, swayed like a skein of hair, which was combed. The girl was screaming, but, having learned about the stranger, without looking at the new one, she ran back with a laugh.

Prince Andriy rapt became much more sore. The day is so kind, the sun is so bright, everything is so cheerful; but this thin and garnished girl did not know and did not want to know about his reason, and she was satisfied and happy as if we were okrem - faithfully, bad, - but we have fun and happy life. “Why is she so happy? What do you think? Not about the statute of war, not about the power of the Ryazan quitrents. What do you think? Why is she happy? - Prince Andriy involuntarily nourished himself.

Count Illya Andriyovich, in 1809, lives with Vidradny just like before, so that he can take over the whole province, with love, theaters, insults and musicians. Vіn, like a skin new guest, once again to Prince Andriy and Mayzha forcibly deprived Yogo of spending the night.

During a tedious day, at one hour, Prince Andriy was occupied by the elder masters and the most honorable guests, as the name day of the old count’s new house, Bolkonsky, was approaching, for a few times looking at Natasha, which I laughed at, had fun among the other, the young half, success to himself: “What are you thinking about? Why is she so happy?"

In the evening, having lost one on a new mission, you could not fall asleep for a long time. I read wine, then put out the candle and lit it again. It was hot outside the room, made up in the middle of the cavalry. Vіn was annoyed at that bad old one (that's how he called Rostov), ​​who hung up on yoga, singing, scho you need papers in the city, not yet delivered, annoyed at yourself for those who are out of stock.

Prince Andriy pidvіvsya і pіdіyshov until wіkn, shchob vіdchiniti yogo. As if only a few years ago, having made a vіdchinі, it was bright on a monthly basis, nіbi vіn was on the alert for a long time, having checked the whole, having gone to the kіmnati. Vіn vіdchiniv vіkno. Nothing was fresh and unruly-light. In front of the window there is a row of trimmed trees, black from one side and brightly illuminated from the other side. Under the trees there was a sapling, wet, curly growth from splintered leaves and stems. Behind the black trees, there was a glimmering dew, a big curly-haired tree with a bright-white stovbur and swirls, and a new month rising for a new month in a bright, starless spring sky. Prince Andriy crouched down on the window, and his eyes glared at that sky.

The room of Prince Andriy was on the middle version; near the kіmnats above it they lived and did not sleep. Vіn having felt the beast, I'm living the night.

“Only once,” said the woman’s voice to the beast, which Prince Andriy recognized at once.

- But when are you spatimesh? - another voice.

“I won’t, I can’t sleep, why bother me!” Well, get up...

- Oh, what charm! Well, now sleep, and stop.

“Sleep, but I can’t,” the first voice said, as it approached the window. Vaughn, maybe, hung at the windows, for a little rustle of cloth and wind down. Everything calmed down and zakam'yanіlo, like this month, that yogo light and darkness. Prince Andriy was also afraid to turn around, so as not to see his mimic presence.

Sonya reluctantly confessed.

- No, you wonder, what a month! .. Oh, what a charm! You come here. Dear, dear, come here. Well, do you want to? So the axis of the force is navpochіpki, the axis is so, pidhopila to itself under the knee - tighter, as it is possible tighter, the need is strained - and it would fly. Ax so!

- Come on, you'll fall.

- Age friend is old.

— Oh, you just piss me off. Well, go, go.

Everything stopped anew, but Prince Andriy, knowing that she was still sitting here, vin chuv in one quiet thief, in another sithanna.

- Oh, my God! My God! what is it! Vaughn yelled out. - Sleep so sleep! - I started the vikno.

"I can't do anything until my foundation!" - Thinking Prince Andriy, if he listened to її to the dialect, I was looking and fearing what she would say about the new one. “I call out! I like navmisne! - thinking wine. In the soul of Yogo, such a misguided swindle of young thoughts and hopes rose up with such a rapt, that it is super to say to the whole of his life, that he is guilty, not being able to see his camp, having already fallen asleep.

(Renewal of the old oak. Bolkonsky's thoughts about those who did not end their lives in 31 rivers)

The next day, having said goodbye only to one count, without checking the ladies' exit, Prince Andriy went home.

Already an ear of worms, if Prince Andriy, turning back home, having gone back to that birch guy, in this old, kostrubaty oak, so marvelously and memorably striking yoga. The buboes rang even more muffled in the forest, less than a month ago; everything was povno, thin and thick; and young yalinkas, rotting with forests, did not disturb the wild beauty, and, adding to the wild character, were softly green with fluffy young pagons.

This was a gloomy day, a thunderstorm was picking up here, but only a small haze blew on the pill of the road and on the sap of leaves. The left side of the fox was dark, in the shade; right, wet, glossy, shone in the sun, slowly swaying in the wind. Everything was in color; the nightingales chirped and moved either near or far.

“So, here at this fox there is an oak tree, with which we were fit,” Prince Andriy thought. - Ta de vin? ”- thinking again Prince Andriy, marveling at the left side of the road, and not knowing it himself, not knowing it, being adored by this oak tree, which he sniffed. An old oak tree, all transfigured, spreading out like a tent of sap, dark green, mlіv, ice hovering at the exchanges of the evening sun. No clumsy fingers, no sores, no old grief and distrust, nothing was visible. The crisis of historical hard bark broke through without knots of sap, young leaves, so that it was impossible to believe that the old one had grown them. “That is the same oak tree,” thought Prince Andriy, and on the new rapt he knew, for no reason, spring joy that renewal. The mustaches of the best praises of this life in one and the same hour guessed about the new one. І Austerlitz with a high sky, and a deadly dokirliva guise of a squad, and P'єr on the poromі, and a girl, swept by the beauty of the night, and tsya night, and mons - and everything was guessed about the new one.

“Ni, life is not over and thirty-one rok,” Prince Andriy said with a rapt remnant. - Not only that, I know all those who are in me, I need, so that everyone knew me: and P'er, and that girl, I wanted to fly into the sky, I needed, so that everyone knew me, so that not for one me my life was gone, so that the stench didn’t live like this, like a girl, independently of my life, so that all the stench lived and so that the stench lived with me at once!

Turning back from his trip, Prince Andriy decided to go to St. Petersburg in the autumn and foresaw the reasons for this decision. A whole series of reasonable, logical arguments, why it is necessary for you to go to St. Petersburg and start serving, get ready for your services. Vіn navit now not razumіv, for a moment if you hesitate in the need to take a real fate from life, so the very month of that vin not razumіv, as if you could come to the thought of viїhati from the village. It was clear to Yomu that all of them were guilty of the abyss for no reason and became a nіsіnіtnitsa, yakbi wine did not lay them down to the right and did not take an active part in life again. Vіn navіt not razumіv that, as on the basis of the same reasonable arguments, earlier it was obvious that vin had stooped, yakbi now after his lessons of life again, having believed in the ability to bring melancholy and the possibility of happiness and love. Now rozum pіdkazuvav zovsіm іnshe. After this trip, Prince Andriy, having become bored in the village, did not cackle yoga when he was busy, and often sitting alone in his office, getting up, going up to the mirror and marveling at his own appearance for a long time. Sweaty vіn vіdvertavsya and marveling at the portrait of the late Lіzi, as if beaten a la grecque with letters lower and cheerfully marveling at the new one from the golden frame. Vaughn didn’t say a lot of terrible words to people, she simply and cheerfully marveled at the new one. First Prince Andriy, having put his hands back, having walked for a long time in the room, now frown, then laugh, change your mind, you are unreasonable, unwitting in a word, taєmnі like wickedness of thought, pov'yazanі z P'erom, zі glory, z dіvchinoy vіknі, z oak, with a woman's beauty and kohannyam, they changed all my life. And in qi hvilini, if one enters before the new one, the wine is especially dry, strictly-rishuchy and especially unacceptably logical.

(Prince Andriy comes to St. Petersburg. Bolkonsky's reputation with the court)

Prince Andriy was in one of the most important positions in order to be well accepted by all the most famous people and the most famous stake of the same Petersburg society. The party of reformers welcomed and lured him, first, to the one who had a reputation for intelligence and great erudition, in a different way, to the one who, through his admission of the villagers to freedom, had earned his reputation as a liberal. The party of old dissatisfied, like to the blue of their father, turned around for the sleepers, arguing the transformation. Zhіnoche suspіlstvo, lightly warmly accepted yogo, to that vin of naming, wealthy and noble, and may be newer appearance with a halo of romantic history about yogo death and tragic death of the squad. In addition, a high-pitched voice about the new everyone, as they knew it earlier, but the one who had richly changed for the best in five years, helped and smuzhniv, that there was no big push in the new one, pride and mockery and bov that calm, like a rock. They started talking about him, they squealed, and everyone wanted to yogo bachiti.

(Stavlennya Bolkonsky to Speransky)

Speransky, as in the past, we’ve been married to him at Kochubey’s, so we’ll sweat in the middle of the house, de Speransky vіch-on-vіch, having adopted Bolkonsky, for a long time and trustingly speaking with him, having raised a strong hostility to Prince Andriy.

Prince Andriy Taku Veliazna Kilkіst people regained by Nіkchenimi і Nіkcheniyiyi, the identity of the Halliel zehільный видольной вільгова ідельной тієїї Dz'Konalki, to the same Vіn Pragnev, Scho Vіn Easy to hang, Scho in Spearskom Vіn Zameshov Tsyshov Іdeal Tsіlkom Rosumnoїї Tom Communion. Yakby Speransky from the same suspіlstva, from the same suspіlstva, from the same type of prince Andriy, from the same vihovannia and moral cries, then Bolkonsky will soon know the weak, human, non-heroic side, but now the marvelous for the new logical warehouse of the mind, they are more instilling yoma of courage. we don't know yoga. Togo, Speranskiy, Soch Vince Andrіya, Aboy Prince Andrіya, Aboy, Scho Knownov Potonibern Primbaty Yogo Sobii, Speranskie Coquetowava in front of the prince Andrієm Visible to the prince, Spock Roma and Leslav Prince Andriya Tim Thin Forestovy, in the Self-Speech, Yak Polyaguє in the Movchazn knowing your mind with yourself at once as a single person, building a mind to decide all the foolishness, the wisdom and the depth of your thoughts.

On the eve of the day of the new year, on Wednesday evening, Speransky said more than once: “We are amazed at everything that comes out of the wild equals of the rooted stars ...” - or with a grin: “Ale mi want, schob and vovki buli sity that vivtsі tsili. ..” - or: “The stink of whom they cannot understand ...” - and all with such a viraz, as if saying: “We, you are the one, we understand, that they stink and who we are.”

This first dovga rozmov zі Speransky was more than able to do with Prince Andriy those just a little bit, with some kind of wine, having succumbed to Speransky. Vіn bachiv at the new sensible, suvoro mislyachy, majestic rosy people, power and industriousness reached power and live only for the good of Russia. Speransky, in the eyes of Prince Andriy, is the same person who sensibly explains all the phenomena of life, we know only those who are reasonable, and to everything, who can add peace of mind, as if he himself so wanted to be. Everything was so simple, it was clear to Viklad Speransky, that Prince Andriy involuntarily waited for him with everything. As if he had crossed over and crossed over, then only to those who wanted to be independent and did not like the thoughts of Speransky. Everything was like this, everything was good, but one thing benevolent Prince Andriy: the cold, mirror-like look of Speransky, which did not let it into his soul, and it was white, the lower hand, Prince Andriy marveled at the yak in passing, how to marvel at the hands of people , sweep the power. A mirror look and a lower hand were playing with Prince Andriy. Prince Andriy was unacceptably opposed to something great znevagu to the people, like vin commemorating Speransky, such a difference in acceptance of evidence, like vin leading to confirm his thoughts. Vіn vikoristovuvav vіd vіd znaryaddya dumki, krіm pіvnyannya, і over it boldly, as it was given to Prince Andriy, passing from one to the other. Now standing on the ground of a practical child and suing mriynikiv, then on the ground of a satirist and ironically pidsmiyuvavsya over opponents, then becoming suvoro logical, then raptly moving into the field of metaphysics. (The rest of the evidence of proof of guilt is often victorious.) Vin transferring the nourishment of metaphysical heights, passing from the appointed space, hour, thought and, violating the sound of the call, again descending the soil of the dispute.

The head of the rice rose to the mind of Speransky, which struck Prince Andriy, was flawless, indestructible faith in the power of that lawfulness of the mind. It can be seen that no one could save Speransky for a thought, that thought, which is so important for Prince Andriy, that you still cannot express everything that you think, and there was no doubt that all those who I think are not foolish and all those in which I believe? І tsey special warehouse to the mind of Speransky most attracted Prince Andriy to himself.

At the beginning of his acquaintance with Speransky, Prince Andriy spit to a new prejudice, almost suffocated, similar to those who stumbled upon Bonaparte. That environment, that Speransky was like a priest, which bad people could do, how it robbed him, began to anger like a clown and a priest, Prince Andriy was especially embarrassed to treat his feelings to Speransky and unfamiliarly show himself in himself.

Of that foul oranete, jacket Bolkonsky Privіyu Skladnnya Lawviews, Speranskiy Zhronіyu Rospevіv Prince Andriyu about those, Scho Komіsіya Law_IV ІСНОє ШОО Сомитений Років, cats, Milyoni і ічёнь did not rush, Shaho Rosenkampf legislation.

- I axis and everything for which the state paid millions! - saying wine. “We want to give new judicial power to the senate, but we can’t have laws. To such people, like you, the prince, it’s a sin not to serve now.

Prince Andriy, having said that for whom legal education is needed, I can’t have wine.

- That yoga can’t do anything, then what do you want? Tse circulus viciosus (enchanted colo), for which the Zusillis need to visit.

Through tizhden, Prince Andriy became a member of the committee for drafting the military statute and, which he did not vouch for, the head of the committee for drafting laws. On the way of the Speransky wines, having taken the first part of the bulky code, which was formed, for the help of the Code Napoléon and Justiniani (Napoleonic Code and the Code of Justinian), pratsyuvav over the ordering of the vіddіlu: Rights osіb.

(December 31, 1809. Ball at the Catherine’s nobleman. Nova Zustrich Bolkonsky and Natasha Rostova)

Natasha joyfully marveled at the knowledge of the guise of P'єr, whose blaze of peas, as she called him Peronsk, and she knew that P'єr їх, especially її, was joking at the NATO. P'єr declared їy booty on the ball and reveal їy cavalry.

Ale, not reaching out to them, Bezukhov sounded like a low, well-groomed brunette in a white uniform, standing like a tall man at the stars and strichts. Natalya immediately recognized a low-profile young man in a white uniform: he was Bolkonsky, who would rejuvenate him, make him merry and prettier.

- More knowledgeable, Bolkonsky, bachite, mom? - Said Natalka, pointing at Prince Andriy. — Remember, you spent the night with Vishnu.

— Do you know yoga? Peronska said. - I can't stand it. Il fait à présent la pluie et le beau temps I pride is such that there is nothing between! According to the father's letters. І zv'yazavsya іz Speransky, yakіs write projects. Wonder how to behave with women! Vaughn to speak to him, but he turned back, - said the vagrant, pointing at the new one. - I would have robbed it, yakby blamed me like that, like from these ladies.

Prince Andriy at his colonel's white uniform (for cavalry), panchokhas and laces, chewing and fun, standing at the first ranks of the stake, not far from Rostov. Baron Firgof, speaking to him about tomorrow, forwarded the first meeting for the Sovereign's sake. Prince Andriy, like a man, is close to Speransky and who takes a part in the robots of the legislative commission, instantly give information about the meetings of tomorrow, about how different things went. Ale vin did not hear what Firgof had told you, and marveling now at the sovereign, now at the cavalrymen who were going to dance, did not dare to enter the ring.

Prince Andriy guarded these cavalrymen and women, who were afraid under the sovereign, as they died in the presence of the bajan, but were requested.

P'єr pіdіyshov to Prince Andriy and shopping yoga by the hand.

- You must dance. Here is my protégée, young Rostova, request її, - saying wine.

- De? - sleeping Bolkonsky. - Vinen, - having said wine, turning to the baron, - I can bring my rozmov in another place to the end, and at the ball I need to dance. - Vіn viyshov ahead, in a straight line, as if you were telling P'єr. Vіdchaydushne, zavmirayuche guise of Natasha fell at the vіchі prince Andriy. Vіn vpіznav її, having guessed її sensibly, zrozumіv, that she was a pochatkіvtsy, having guessed її rozmovu on the vіknі and with a cheerful viraz of the guise of pіdіyshov to Countess Rostova.

"Allow me to introduce you to my daughter," said the countess, red-faced.

- I may be pleased with you, as the countess remembers me, - saying Prince Andriy with a poshtiv and a low bow, that we would like to superstitrate Peronskaya's respect for yogo rudeness, approaching Natasha and raising his hand, sob dance request. Vіn zaproponuvav їy round waltz. That ever-changing viraz of Natasha's disguise, ready for rozpach and burying, raptly illuminated by a happy, childish, childish laughter.

“For a long time I checked on you,” the nibi said to the wicked and happy girl with her smile, which shed through ready tears, raising her hand on the shoulder of Prince Andriy. The stench was another pair, which went up to the stake. Prince Andriy was one of the best dancers of his time. Natalya danced wonderfully. The stilettos in ballroom satin lace-ups swayed, easily and freely, they fought their right, and її in their guise shone with happiness. Her bare skin and hands were thin and negligent, lined with Helen's shoulders. Її shoulders were thin, breasts were invisible, arms were thin; Ale on Elena was already nіbi lacquer after looking at thousands of times that they were forging on її body, and Natalya was given up as a girl, as if they were bare in the first place and as if it were a shameful boulo, yakbi її did not sing, what is so necessary.

Prince Andriy Lyubov Danceuvati і, Basyuchi YaknaychvidSh Vіdіti Vіd Pol_tichnyi і і і візный подмины, и і ві ві и и и но и іровать с и кахі yom Kolo Zbentezhenna, Shaho uville Vіd Awards to the sovereign, Pisashi Dancewati І Vibrav Natasha, Bo on Note 'єр. and to the one who won the first one from the garnished woman drank the yoma on her eyes; ale, only a little, but wine, having embraced this thin, rickety, three-stranded tabir, and she bewitched so close to the new one, and laughed so close to the new one, the wine її prinadi hit you in the head: we’ll revive ourselves and the young, if, translating the same Zupinivsya and becoming marveled at the dancers.

Following Prince Andriy to Natasha, Boris, asking for a dance, and that dancer-adjutant, who started a ball, and still young people, and Natasha, handing over her cavaliers to Sonya, happy and reddened, did not stop dancing. Vaughn didn’t remember anything and didn’t care about the thing that occupied everyone at the ball. Vaughn didn’t even remember, as if the sovereign had spoken to the French envoy, as if he had especially graciously spoken to such a lady, as the prince had such and such a crush and they said, how Helen was a small great success and was honored with such special respect; she didn’t try to navit the sovereign and remembered that she had won wine, only to the one who sent the ball to the city. One of the merry cotillions, before evening, Prince Andriy danced again from Natalka. Vіn guessing about їхнє the first time at the vіdradnensky avenue and about those, as if she could not fall asleep in month night and yak vin mimovoli Chuv її. Natalya turned black at the same time and tried to tell the truth, it was like a dreadful thing in that, in which Prince Andriy had unwillingly heard about it.

Prince Andriy, like a mustache people who grew up in the light, loved to shoot at the light, who had a lot of savage light on their backs. And such a bula Natasha, with її feat, joy, and fearfulness, and inspire pardons from the French language. Vіn especially lowly and dbaily twisted and roamed from her. Sitting bіlya her, talking with her about the simplest and least things, Prince Andriy was merciful to the radiance of his eyes and grin, which came not to the speaking of promos, but to the її inner happiness. If Natasha was chosen and she got up with a laugh and danced around the hall, Prince Andriy was especially gracious in fear of grace. In the middle of the cotillion, Natasha, having finished her post, still more recklessly, went to her moon. New cavalier again asking for її. Vaughn got tired and coughed and, perhaps, thought to move, but immediately she cheerfully raised her hand on the shoulder of the cavalier and chuckled at Prince Andriy.

“I’m glad to be with you and sit with you, I got tired; ale you bachite, how to choose me, and I’m glad for that, and I’m happy, and I love everyone, and everything is reasonable with you, ”and even richer and richer what the smile said. If the gentleman lost his її, Natasha ran through the hall, to take two ladies for the figures.

“As soon as you go to your cousin, and then to your wife, then you will be my retinue,” Prince Andriy said uncontrollably to himself, marveling at her. Vaughn went to the cousin.

“What a fool you sometimes fall into a thought! - thinking Prince Andriy. “But it’s true, only those that the girl is so sweet, so special, that she doesn’t dance around here for a month and see the world ... It’s rare here,” thinking wine, if Natalka, correcting the trojan, she saw the bodice, sat a new one .

Like a cotillion, the old count pidishov in his blue tailcoat to the dancers. Vіn having asked Prince Andriy for himself and having asked from his daughter, what fun is it? Natasha didn’t say anything, and instead smiled with such a smile, as if she were telling him beforehand: “How can you talk about it?”

- So fun, like life! - said the woman, and Prince Andriy, remembering, as if swiftly, її thin hands rose up to hug the father, and immediately fell down. Natasha was so happy, like no other in life. Vaughn was at that great step of happiness, if a person strives for good and good and does not believe in the possibility of evil, unhappy that grief.

(Bolkonsky visiting the Rostovs. New ones, and new plans for the future)

Prince Andriy saw at Natasha the presence of something alien to a new, special world, sovnenie somehow unknown to you joys, that alien world, like a treasure, by the windy alley and on a weekend in a month, so irritating him. Now this world is no longer irritating Yogo, not another's world; ale win himself, having entered into a new one, knowing a new one with his own malt.

After insulting Natasha, at the prohannya of Prince Andriy, she went to the clavichords and began to sleep. Prince Andriy stood white in the window, talking to the women, and listening to її. In the middle of the phrase, Prince Andriy was castled and it was unbelievable that tears would come up to the throat, not knowing the possibility of any guilt behind him. Glancing at Natasha, it became new and happy in his soul. Vin was happy, and youmu was sad. You didn’t even think about what to cry about, but are you ready to cry? About what? About a lot of shit? About the little princess? About your rozcharuvannya? .. About your hope for the future? So i nі. Golovnya, about which I wanted to cry, was raptly aware of him the terrible prolongation between the infinitely great and the unimportant, which is near the new, and which is narrow and corporeal, which is vin buv and navit bula won. Tsya proliferation tormented and delighted him during the hour of his sleep.

Prince Andriy late in the evening went to Rostov. Vіn lay to sleep for the cricket to lie, but soon after babbling, scho vіn can not sleep. Vin then, having lit a candle, sitting by the bed, then getting up, then lying again, the antrochs are not sleepless tractors: it was so joyful and new to you, it was in my soul, no wine from the suffocating stone viyshov in the free light of God. It did not fall to Yomu's mind that Rostov would die; vin not thinking about her; only showing his own self, and to that all his life was revealed to him in a new world. “Why am I fussing, why am I murmuring in this narrow, closed frame, if life, all life, with us, please me with joy?” - showing wine sobі. І vіn uper after a long time, having become robiti, happy plans for the future. Vіn vіrіshiv by himself, scho need to take care of the wives of your son, knowing youma wihovatel and entrusting youma; then we need to go to the front office and go for the cordon, bachiti England, Switzerland, Italy. “I need to be proud of my freedom, while I’m so rich in myself I see the strength of that youth,” he said to himself. - P'er mauration, saying that you need to believe in the possibility of happiness, to be happy, and now I believe in a new one. Let the dead care for the dead, but while you are alive, you need to live and be happy, ”thinking wine.

(Bolkonsky to speak to P'er about his kokhannya to Natasha Rostova)

Prince Andriy with a lingering, suffocated and upgraded to life appearances, zupinivsya before P'er and, without mentioning his summation, laughing with his happiness until the new.
- Well, my soul, - having said wine, - yesterday I wanted to tell you and this year I came to you. Never saw anything like that. I'm dying, my friend.
P'єr raptom heavily sighed and fell with his important body on the sofa of Prince Andriy.
- Natasha Rostov, right? - saying wine.
- So, so, who has it? I didn’t believe bi, but I feel stronger for me. Yesterday I was tormented, suffering, but I don’t see whose torment I see for anything in the world. I am not alive before. Now I live, but I cannot live without her. Ale chi can you love me? .. I'm old for her ... Why don't you say?
- I? I? What did I say to you, - having said to P'er in a raptom, get up and start walking around the room. “I’ve been thinking for a long time ... This girl is such a treasure, such ... This is a dear girl ... Dear friend, I ask you, don’t think, don’t hesitate, make friends, make friends and make friends ... I’m peven, scho we will be happy for you if you are not a human being.
- Ale out?
- Won love you.
“Don’t tell me the devil…” having said Prince Andriy, laughing and marveling at the lady P’er.
“To love, I know,” P'er shouted angrily.
“Hi, listen,” said Prince Andriy, rattling Yogo by the hand.
— Do you know where I am staying? I need to tell everyone to whom.
“Well, well, it seems, I’m already radiant,” saying P’er, and rightly so, his appearance changed, the eyelid smoothed out, and he listened to Prince Andriy wirelessly. Prince Andriy gave up and called out to us, a new person. De bula tightness, yogo znevaga to life, yogo rozcharovanist? P'єr buv is one person, in front of which wines, you dare to hang out; but for those wines, already having spoken to everyone, what was in the new soul. It’s easy and boldly robbing plans on the trip of the future, talking about those, how you can’t sacrifice your happiness for the care of your father, it’s wondrous, alien, you can’t see it, you can feel it, like it was good for him.
“I didn’t believe the one who told me that I could love like that,” said Prince Andriy. - We don’t feel the same, like it was in me earlier. The whole world of divisions for me is in two halves: one is out, and there everything is happiness, hope, light; the other half is all, de її mute, there must be znevira and dark.
- Darkness and darkness, - repeating P'єr, - so, so, I will understand it.
- I can't help but love the light, I'm not the wine of the world. And I'm already happy. Do you understand me? I know what radium is for me.
- So, so, - Pidtverdzhuvav P'єr, zvorusheny and summary eyes marveling at his friend. How brighter seemed to him the share of Prince Andriy, how gloomier his own power appeared.

(Signed by Andriy Bolkonsky and Natasha Rostova after the proposition of the hand and the heart)

There was no brace and no one was told about the bail of Bolkonsky and Natasha; on whom did prince Andriy fall. Vіn saying that shards of vin are the cause of the line, then vin and is guilty to bear the entire load of її. Vіn kazav, scho vіn vіnіki zvіka zvіzav vіdіvі word, аlѕо you don't want zvіzuvati Natasha i nadає їй svoi vnu freedom. If you see through the fire, if you don’t love yoga, you will be in your own right, if you teach yoga. It dawned on me that neither father nor Natal wanted a bit about him; ale Prince Andriy poured out his own. Prince Andriy was on the day at Rostov, but not like a bridegroom, he was married to Natalka: he showed his vee and kissed only his hand. Between Prince Andriyem and Nataley, on the day after the day, the propositions became familiar other, lower, close, simple blue. The stench of nachebto and dosi did not know one thing. And they loved to guess about them, like the stinks marveled one on one, if there was nothing else, now the offending stinks considered themselves the same other things: now let them in, now forgive and forgive.

The old count sometimes went up to Prince Andriy, kissed yoga, nourished at the new one for the sake of Petya’s resurrection or the service of Mikoli. Old Countess Zithala, marvel at them. Sonya was afraid of whether there would be a whimpering buti with a zayva and tried to find out and bring the deprivation of themselves, if she didn’t need it. If Prince Andriy spoke (he said goodbye), Natalya proudly heard yoga; if she spoke, then with fear and joy she remarked that it was respectful to marvel at her. Vaughn wondered to herself: "Who is guilty in me? Every now and then, she entered the authorities in a crazy-cheerful mood, and then she especially loved to hear and marvel, like Prince Andrey laughing. Vіn seldom laughed, but if vіn laughed, then he gave in all his laughter, and as soon as he heard that laughter, she felt herself closer to the new one. Natasha bula would be absolutely happy, like a thought about the future and the approaching separation did not falter, the shards and wines turned pale and cold at one thought about those.

(From the sheet of Princess Mary to Julie Karagino)

“Our family life is going on in the old way, except for the presence of brother Andriy. Vin, as I already wrote to you, having changed in the last hour. After the yogo grief of the wines, now only this rock is morally revived. Vіn becoming so, like I knew yoga as a child: kind, lower, from this golden heart, to whom I do not know equal. Vіn zrozumіv, yak me zdaєsya, scho for a new life is not over. But at the same time, because of the moral change of the wines, he physically became even weaker. Vіn becoming thinner, lower earlier, nervous. I'm afraid for the new one and I'm glad that I've made my trip across the cordon, because doctors have long punished youma. I'm wondering what to fix yoga. You write me that in St. Petersburg you can talk about something like one of the most enlightened, illumined and intelligent young people. Vibachte for the arrogance of controversy - I did not hesitate in any way. It is not possible to bring good, as if we had built up a lot of wine here, starting from our peasants and up to the nobles. Arriving to St. Petersburg, having seen only those who followed you.”

Volume 3 Part 2

(Rozmov Bolkonsky and Bezukhov about Natalya Rostov after a fall with Prince Kuraginim. Andriy can’t beat Natasha)

— Probach me, as if I were turbulent to you... Tse viraz the guise of P'yera pissed off Prince Andriy; Vіn rіshuche, dzvіnko and inadvertently continued: - I took off my mother's face from the Countess of Rostova, and before me I heard a little bit about whispering your hands to your brother-in-law thinly. Is it true?
— І truth, і false, — after P'єr; but Prince Andriy interrupted Yogo.
- The axis of the leaf, - having said vin, - and the portrait. - Vіn got the link from the table and passed it to P'єru.
- Look, the countess ... you’ll do better.
- There's a sickness, - said P'єr.
- Is it over here? - said Prince Andriy. - And Prince Kuragin? - having drunk wine shvidko.
- I've been gone for a long time. Vaughn was dying...
- Even more pathetic for її ailment, - said Prince Andriy. Vin is cold, evil, unacceptable, like a father, laughing.
- And then, Pan Kuragin, after all, did not honor Countess Rostov with his hand? - Andrey said. - Vіn kіlka once poking his nose.
“Win won’t make friends in a moment, for friends,” said P’er.
Prince Andriy laughed unappealingly, poking fun at his father.
- And where is wine now, your schwager, how can I know? - saying wine.
— Vіn went to Peter's... vtim, I don't know, — said P'єr.
“It’s all the same,” said Prince Andriy. - Tell the Countess of Rostova that she was free and absolutely free and that I love her the best.
P'er took a link of papers from his hand. Prince Andriy, nibi guessing, chi do not require you to say something else, or chekayuchi, chi do not say what P'er, looking marveling at the new one.
“Listen, remember our super girl in St. Petersburg,” having said to P'er, “remember about ...
- I remember, - Prince Andriy hastily exclaimed, - I showed that the woman, that she fell asleep, needed to be vibachiti, but I didn’t show that I could vibachiti. I can't.
“Can you give him a fight?..,” said P’er. Prince Andriy interrupted Yogo. Vin shouted sharply:
- So, ask again for your hand, be magnanimous thinly? .. So, it’s noble, but I can’t go sur les brisées de monsieur (in the footsteps of that pan). If you want to be my friend, don't tell me anything about qi... about everything. Well, goodbye.

(Rozmov Bolkonsky and Bezukhov about the war, I will overcome that program in the battle)

P'er glanced at the new one with a sigh.
- Prote, - having said to the wine, - even though it seems that the war is similar to the checker's grey.
- So, - having said Prince Andriy, - only with a small margin, that in checks over the skin you can think for sure, that you are there for the minds of the hour, the strongest one, and in the war one battalion, sometimes the strongest per division, and sometimes the weakest per company. Vіdnosna force vіysk no one can be seen at home. Believe me, - having said wine, - if something was lying in the order of the headquarters, then I would be there and rob the order, and the natomist I may have the honor of serving here, at the regiment, the axis of these pans, and I respect that we are right stale tomorrow, and not in them ... Success in no way stale and not stale either in positions, or in sight of an alarm, or in a number; and even less in the form of positions.
— Why?
- It seems like it’s in me, in someone else, - pointing at Timokhin, - in the skin soldier.

— Be the winner of the one who firmly victorious yoga win. Why did mi pіd Austerlitz program the bіy? We had a bula majzhe equal with the French, but we told ourselves too early that we had played the beat, and we had. And they told me that we didn’t have anything to fight there: we wanted to drink more from the battlefield. "Programmed - well, so bіgti!" - We were killed. Yakby did not say anything until evening, God knows what it was.

(The thought of Andriy Bolkonsky about the war in the rose with P'er Bezukhov before the Battle of Borodino)

War is not love, but the most right in life, and you need to be sensible and do not fight war. It is necessary to take seriously and seriously what I need. Everything is in order: break the bullshit and the war is so war, not a toy. And then the war - the fun of empty and light-hearted people is loved ... Viyskovy camp is the most honorable. And what is war like, what is necessary for success in the military right, like the sound of the military suspense? Meta wars - driving in, znaryaddya wars - spying, zrada that zahochennya її, despoiled inhabitants, robbing them of stealing food for the army; deceit and nonsense, called military cunning; zvicha ї vіyskogo camp - vіdsutnіst freedom, tо discipline, ledarstvo, non-government, zhorstokіst, dissipation, drinking. I don’t care about those - tse nayvischiy camp, usima strivings. All the kings, the Chinese Crimea, wear a military uniform, and to those who have driven in more people, give a great city ... Ziduyutsya, like tomorrow, to drive one one, kill, mutilate tens of thousands of people, and then they will serve prayers for those who have beaten a lot of people (the number of which is yet to be added), and I will vote for victory, vvayayuchi, that the more people were beaten, the more merit was entered.

(About the kohannya that spіvchuttya)

The unfortunate, rejoicing, powerful people, like a smartly saw a leg, recognized Anatoly Kuragin. Anatole was trimmed in his arms and they drank water in a glass to him, the edges of which veins could not be drunk with three-faced, swollen lips. Anatole whimpered gravely. “So it’s true; so, this person is close and hard tied to me,” Prince Andriy thought, not understanding what was before him. ? - having nourished the guilt of oneself, ignorant of the differences. And a new raptom, of misgivings from the light of the child, pure and loving, introducing himself to Prince Andriy. Vin guessing Natasha such, what a wine bachelor її first at the ball of 1810, with a thin neck and thin hands, we’re preparing for a zahoplennya, zlyakanym, happy guise, and love and lower life is still alive and stronger, lower be-if, rushed into the yoga soul of Vin, guessing now the link, that having fallen between them and the people, the crisis was on the face of it, his eyes were swollen, as if they were foolishly amazed at him.
Prince Andriy could not calm down more and cry with lower, loving tears over people, over himself and over their pardons.
“Speech, love to the brothers, to the quiet, who to love, love to us, what to hate, love to the enemies - so, that love, like preaching God on earth, like Prince Mary taught me and I’m not wise; the axis of which I had a bad life, the axis of those that still left me, yakby I was alive. Ale, now it's pizno. I know it!"

Volume 3 Part 3

(About happiness)

“So, I saw new happiness, I didn’t see people.<…>Happiness, scho to know the posture of material forces, the posture of material splendid infusions on people, happiness for one soul, happiness for love! You can understand yoga, be a human being, but only God alone could understand and attribute yoga.

(About that hate)

“So, kohannya (thinking again with a thorough clarity), but not those kokhannya, like to love for something, for some reason, I’m wondering, but those kohannya, like I’ve tasted it first, if, dying, I’ve shaken my enemy and still fell in love yoga. I see those feelings of love, as I am the very essence of the soul and for which the subject is not necessary. Now I feel more blessedly. Love your neighbors, love your enemies. To love everything is to love God in all manifestations. To love a person's way is possible with human love; but only the enemy can love God's love. And I see such joy, if I see that I love that person. What's with him? Chi is alive... If you love human love, you can go from love to hatred; but Divine love cannot be changed. Nothing, no death, nothing can destroy. Vaughn is the essence of the soul. And how many people I hate in my life. Of all people, I love no one more and hate, like її. І vіn revealing yourself to Natasha is not so, like vіn revealing її earlier, with one її beauty, good for yourself; ale above, revealing your soul. І vіn zrozumіv її pochutya, її suffering, rubbish, kayatta. Vіn is now more aware of all the zhorstokіst of your own thoughts, bachiv the zhorstokіst of your own rose with her. “Yakby me it was possible only once more to slap її. Once, marveling at your eyes, say ... "

Volume 4 part 1

(Thoughts of Bolkonsky about kokhannya, life and death)

Prince Andriy did not only know that he was dying, but he thought that he was dying, that he was already half dead. Vіn vіdchuvav svіdomіst vіdchuzhennosti in vіd osgogo terrestrial and radio and wondrous lightness butt. Vіn, do not hurry and do not turbulent, ochіkuvav that yogo check. That grіzne, vіchne, not at home and far, the presence of such a wine did not stop gazing at the stretch of his life, now for the new one it was close and - for that wondrous lightness of the butt, like a wine vydchuvav, - mayzhe ozumіle y vіdchutne.

Earlier, I was afraid of the end. Vіn dvіchі tried tse terribly bolіsne pochti fear of death, kіntsya, and now no longer razumіv yogo.
For the first time, it was almost as if the grenade dzigoyu was spinning in front of him and marveling at the stubble, at the bush, at the sky and knowing that death was in front of him. If the vines were thrown after the wound and in the soul of yoga, mittevo, nibi zvilneniya in the light of the oppressive yogic oppression of life, a flower of love, eternal, free, not stale life, vines no longer fearing death and not thinking about it. There are more wines, at this hour of suffering, recognition and delirium, like wines after one’s injury, thinking about a new, open ear of the eternal kohanna, there are more wines, not itself seeing that, recognizing earthly life. Everyone, love everyone, start sacrificing yourself for love, meant not loving anyone, meant not living this earthly life. And the more wines were caught by this cob of love, the more wines were seen by life, and by that, having thoroughly overcome that terrible pereskoda, as without love, we stand between life and death. If you win, first of all, guessing about those that you needed to die, showing yourself: well, it’s better for them.
But then after those nights in Mitishchi, if in the world she appeared in front of him, like a vin bazhav, and if vin, pressing her hand to her lips, crying with quiet, joyful tears, love until one woman crept into the yogi 'yazala yoga to life. Radiant and anxious thoughts began to come to you. Zgaduyuchi that quilt at the dressing station, if you have pumped Kuragin, now you can’t turn around so much: he was tormented by food, why is he alive? І він not smіv spitat tsgogo.

Zasinayuchi, vіn thinking all about those, about scho vіn thinking all the time, about life and death. And more about death. Vin felt himself closer to her.
“Love? Love is God, and die means me, particles of love, turn to sleep and eternal dzherel.

Ale to mourn in the same place, like wine died, Prince Andriy guessing what to sleep in, and in the very same place, like wine died, wine, raising a susilla over himself, throwing himself over.
“Yes, that was death. I'm dead - I'm slumped. Yes, death is an awakening! - raptom enlightened in his soul, and veiled, which was unknown to him, was lifted before his soulful look. Vіn vіdchuv yak bіlnennya earlier pov'yazanoї in a new strength and that marvelous lightness, since that hour did not deplete yoga.

Lev Mikolayovich Tolstoy in his famous novel "War and Peace" saw the "people's idea" as the main idea. This topic is most richly and clearly marked on the lines of creation, in which war is described. As far as the " world " , Yogo 's image conveys " the thought of the family " . Vaughn also plays an important role in the creation, which is to cackle us. The theme of the novel in the novel "War and Peace" is rich in what it helps the author to develop this idea.

Love in the life of characters in the novel

May all the characters in the creation experience love. Not all of them come to moral beauty, mutual understanding and true sense. In addition, it doesn’t seem like a surprise. Heroes have to go through pardons, that suffering that redeems them, purifies and develops the soul.

Life of Andriy Bolkonsky with Liza

The theme of kohannya in the novel "War and Peace" is explored from the butt of a number of heroes, one from Andriy Bolkonsky. Yogo's path is thorny for happiness. At the age of 20 years, being an unfamiliar young man, we will be blinded by the ethereal beauty, we will become friends with Lisa. But before Andriy, it’s hard to come gnіtyuche and painfully recognizing the one who had mercy on zhorstoko that repeatedly. At the rozmovі zі his friend, P'єrom Bezukhov, vіn vovlyaє mazhe u rozpachі words from the one who should make friends before, like having grown a mustache, that moment. Andriy, it seems, having given a lot of bi, so that at the same time do not be bound by family ties.

That happiness did not bring peace to Bolkonsky with his retinue. What's more, it's heavy. Andriy does not love his squad. Vіn її, shvidshe, znevazhav, standing up to her like a child from a stupid empty light. Bolkonsky was despised by the fact that his life was marne, that he had become an idiot and court lackey.

Andriy's mental break

Which hero had the death of Lizi in front of him, a spiritual fracture, tightness, vtom, rozcharovanist, znevaga to life. Todі Bolkonsky nagaduvav oak, which is standing unimportant, angry and an old gentile among the smiling birches. The whole tree did not want to succumb to the enchantment of spring. However, with a raptom at Andriy's soul, the swindler of young hopes and thoughts rose up, unbearable for him himself. Well, maybe they figured out that the theme of kokhanny in the novel "War and Peace" takes on a further development. Hero їde z maєtku transfigured. I am rejoicing in front of him at a dear oak, but now wine is not indulgent and old, but green.

Like Bolkonsky to Natasha

The theme of kokhannya in the novel "War and Peace" is very important for the author. To Tolstoy's thought, it's almost a miracle, it seems to revive us to a new life. to Natasha, the maiden, so dissimilar to the stupid and empty women of light, appeared in Bolkonsky at once. It revitalized Yogo's soul, turned him over with a nameless force. Andriy has now become the name of another person. Vіn nіbi viyshov to the world from the suffocating room. Truthfully, to feel a little like Natasha did not help Bolkonsky to subdue his pride. Youmu didn't get far enough to Nataltsі її "for the sake of". Only after that, as if he had taken off a mortal wound, he had rethought his life. Bolkonsky post mental fracture ozozumiv suffering, kayattya and Natasha's rubbish. Vіn saw that he was zhorstoy, rozіravshi stosunki with her. The hero knows that he loves me even more, less earlier. Prote already nothing could take Bolkonsky into the world, inspire a half-light like Natasha.

Lyubov P'era do Helen

The theme of kohanny in Tolstoy's novel "War and Light" is also explored in P'er's butt. The share of P'er Bezukhov is somewhat similar to the share of Andriy, his best friend. Similar to the new one, who, in his youth, choked with Lisa, P'er, turned smartly from Paris, succumbed to Helene, like a bula lyalkovo harn. When rozkritti by those kokhannya and friendship in the novel by L. M. Tolstoy "War and Peace" we should signify that we will almost bury before Helena Bulo P'er in a childish way. Andriy's butt is not familiar with anything. Bezukhov had a chance to get to know someone else, that the beauty of the world is like an inner, spiritual beauty.

unfortunate slub

This hero realized that between him that Helen did not have a change, that this girl was close to him. Marmur's miraculous body has little control over P'er. I wanted the hero to understand what was bad, but I still felt like a dissolute woman instilled Yoma. As a result, Bezukhov became a man. Prote Shlub is not happy. A little bit of a gloomy znevir, rozcharuvannya, contempt for life, P'era was suffocated by himself and his retinue with the year after life from Elena. This mystery turned into foolishness, a spiritual emptiness that empty. Guess about this varto, as you write on TV. The theme of kokhannya in Tolstoy's novel "War and Peace" hangs from a new side in the windows between P'erom and Natasha. Let's talk about those, how many heroes of Naresht got their happiness.

Nove kohannya P'yera

Bezukhiv, cherishing Natasha, like Andriy, with naturalness and purity. Yogo's soul is almost like a maiden, it began to fearfully grow even then, if Natasha and Bolkonsky fell in love with one alone. P'єr bov radiy for them, prote tya joy went up with the sum. The good heart of Bezukhov, at the sight of Andriy, enlightened Natasha and made a glimpse of Anatole Kuragin. Ignorant of those that P'єr pretended to be unimportant її, vіn zmіg pobachit, she's tormented to the point. And then Bezukhov's soul was turned upside down by pity. Vіn ozumіv Natasha, perhaps to the one who was shoveled by Anatole guessed yogo well shoveled Helen. The maiden believed in those that Kuragin had an inner beauty. In connexion with Anatole, she, like P'er and Helen, realized that there was no change between them.

Renewal of the soul of P'era Bezukhov

The path of life shukan Bezukhov continues after welding with his squad. We'll choke on Freemasonry, then we'll take the fate of the war. Bezukhova sees the reminiscent idea of ​​killing Napoleon. Vіn bachit how to burn Moscow. Gave him prepared important praise for his death, that buv is full.

P'era's soul, which has been cleansed, renewed, which has gone through suffering, takes love to Natasha. I know again, I see, I see, that this girl has changed in the same way. Bezukhiv did not recognize Natasha from her. In the hearts of the heroes, a kohanna rushed, before them the rapt turned "happiness has long been forgotten." They called them, behind the words of Tolstoy, "radisne bozheville".

Nabutya happy

Their lives were thrown at once out of love. The force almost turned Natasha back to life after the trival spiritual apathy, foreshadowing the death of Prince Andriy. The girl thought that with his death, his life had passed away. However, love to the mother, which vibrated in her with new strength, showed Natalia that the lady is still alive in her. The power of that sense, which became the essence of Natasha, was the creation of the call of the life of people whom this girl loved.

Shares of Princess Mary and Mikoli of Rostov

The theme of kokhannya in Leo Tolstoy's novel "War and Peace" is also explored on the butt of Prince Mary and Mikoli Rostov. The shares of these heroes were not easy. Ugly call, lagidna, quiet princely small beautiful soul. For the life of her father, she didn’t dare to get out, if only to stay abroad, to bring up children. Anatole Kuragin was the only one who married to her, she and then only for the sake of a lie. Obviously, I couldn’t understand the moral beauty and high spirituality of the heroine. Tse far away robit less Mikola Rostov.

Tolstoy, in the epilosis of his novel, speaks about the spiritual identity of people, which is the basis of family life. In the wake of creation, a new family appeared, and the floorings of different, nachebto, on the cob - Bolkonsky and Rostov. Read the novel by Lev Mikolayovich more easily. Vіchnі themes in the novel "War and Peace" by L. M. Tolstoy to make this TV world relevant in our day.

The epochal TV show “War and Peace” reveals to the reader as real pictures of the historical events of the first quarter of the 19th century in Russia, and shows a wide palette of differences among people. Tolstoy's novel can be boldly called a creation of ideas, the value and objectivity of which are relevant to our day. One of the problems, which are tormented by creation, is an analysis of the essence of understanding love. In creation, the author virishu nurture the forgiveness of innocence, self-sacrifice for the sake of the Kohanoi people and many others, united by the theme of love. The headline love story, in a way of separating the ideal of a broad sense, is shown in the works of Natasha Rostova and Andriy Bolkonsky in the novel “War and Peace” by Tolstoy.

Ideals of love and family vіdnosin

According to the idea of ​​Lev Mikolayovich Tolstoy, love is understood by the prose work of demarcation. On the buttstock of P'era and Natasha, the writer emphasizes in the novel the ideal of true family happiness, harmony between people, trust, peace and harmony with a friend's union. The idea of ​​simple human happiness and harmony in simplicity is the main one in the work of Lev Mikolayovich and is realized through the images of Bezukhov's family friends.

Together, Natasha and Andriya symbolize the love line of the novel. There is no way to understand between them, how the author idealizes the work on the example of Bezukhovih. I myself allow you to admit that the understanding of "kokhannya and sim'ya" for Tolstoy is something else. Sim'ya give people a sense of urgency, stability and peace of mind. Love, according to Tolstoy, is created as an accompaniment, and reduce specialness, change its inner light, set it up to otochyuchim and almost plunge into life way. The heroes of Andriy and Natasha almost bumped into each other. These stosunki are far from ideal, prote є to the special symbol of the right kohanny in the novel “War and Peace”.

Vіdobrazhennya war on people's lives

On the buttstock of the years between Bolkonsky and Natalka, the author depicts one of the tragic consequences of such a phenomenon, like a war. Yakby not the fate of Andriy at the fighting events of that yogo wounded at the hour of the Battle of Borodino, perhaps the heroes themselves would become separate, no less than a good kohanna in the novel, and they could symbolize the ideal of this. Prote behind Tolstoy's idea, the heroes have such a chance. In the novel "War and Peace" Natasha's love and Andriy, which ended with the death of Bolkonsky, is one of the plot and ideological devices for depicting the drama and tragedy of the war.

History of Vydnosin

Zustrich of these heroes changed the lives of both of them. At the heart of a gloomy, tedious, unsmiling and enchanted in life, sustaining that love Andriy, faith was born in a beautiful life and being happy. Natasha's lively and sensitive heart, open up to new emotions and feelings, did not stand before the long-bearing heart, and it was given to Andriy. The stench died one by one practically from the first glance. Your engagement has become a logical continuation of romantic acquaintance, which greeted Andriy and gave him faith in a new life.

It was like a pain in the astonishment of her own image, if she was not aware and ignorant of the life laws of that human zhorstostnost Natasha did not stand before the scourges of worldly life and sang more cleanly to Andriy to her hoarded Anatoliy Kuraginim. “Natasha did not sleep the whole night; її I was tormented by the insecurities of the food, whom she loved: Anatole and Prince Andriy? Irrespective of the strongest sense of Natasha, Andriy cannot probate her health. "Out of all people, I love no one more and hate no one, like її", even if I blame my friend P'єru.

The tragedy of the finale is the essence of the author's idea

The collapse of hopes and life plans to bring yoga to a good vіdchau. It didn’t happen to hurt Natasha, like, having seen her pardon, to reproach and torment herself for those who were in charge of the kohaniy people. Prote Tolstoy to his suffering heroes virishiv give the rest of the world happiness. After being wounded at the Battle of Borodino, Andriy Bolkonsky and Natasha are wounded at the hospital. A little bit spalahuє zіznachno greater power. The harshness of reality does not allow the heroes to fight at once because of Andriy's serious injury. The author only gives Andriy the opportunity to spend the rest of his days as a lady.

Importance vminnya probachit and buti forgive

Such a plot idea is realized by Lev Mikolayovich Tolstoy with the method of voicing the idea about the importance of being vibacity and earning forgiveness. Ignorantly on the tragic bottom, like they separated young people, the stench carried them almost to the end of life. Dynamic and not zavzhdy ideal vision of these heroes in the novel "War and Peace" is another aspect ideological idea writer. Irrespective of those who in the novel "War and Peace" by Bolkonsky and Natal are distinguished by the ideal of love vіdnosin, stench to bring closer to real life, in which place there is incomprehensibility, image, evil and instill hatred. The love story of Andriy and Natasha, the author navmisno gives him an imperfect idea. The episode, po'yazaniy zі zradoyu naroї, and the separation of the heroes give special realism like the heroes of creation, and the whole novel.

Describing Andriy and Natasha together, the author demonstrates what they change before the reader wonderful people, yakі mozhut pardon, be it zrada, arrogance or hatred. Zadyaki such zogennikovnoshіdnosin Head Games Lynії Romanu-Epopea News Fallen Moishti Vіdchuti Realna Livtєva Іstorіju, Vіriti і івівиперитьтеритьтерити, віротучи вістучи і і і Andriy Bolkonsky at the novel “War and Peace”.

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How could she?
Natasha Rostova and Andriy Bolkonsky

Colo Perche - life, empirical.

It is proponated on this level, it’s obvious and it’s obvious to everyone: love of evil, and, on the sight of a fairy tale, de heroine will inevitably ascend with the prince, let’s walk under the mask of a fool until the hour, life is most often followed by a novel formula: “ ".

Kolo friend - psychological.

Natasha, as it seems, didn’t understand why the fun with Bolkonsky is contributing to the whole river: “So why the river? Why r_k? ”; "I'll die, chekayu rock: it's not possible, it's greedy!".

An important role is played by the very atmosphere of the Rostovs' booth: Only one thing is right in the world - all the fool is reshta. I’m just busy here,” the atmosphere seemed.

І axis Natasha, it would have been better, slept happily, I couldn’t get enough of it - she sounded in glasses (“Give me yogo, give me, mom, shvidshe, shvidshe”); її to languish before you think and burst the heat of life (“Oh, I’d come soon. I’m so afraid that there won’t be anything! it is depicted by the scandalous scrolling of old Bolkonsky and the coldness of Princess Mary; you know you need to love and treat yourself with a kohana (“... it’s necessary now, at once it’s necessary to take a kokhan to a person and speak and a little bit in it the words of a kokhannya, like it was all right in your heart”), - ale Prince Andriy everything is dumb and dumb, And here, the charming redness of Anatole appears in order, which permeates him with his own “swallowing, lagidny look”, which he jokes and checks.

Under this wondrous, enchanting, hypnotizing look, you are hooked, gazing before the turn of the betrothed, unreasonably, the very bazhanya turns around the name, the real Anatole stands up for the ideal Andriy, and Natasha raptom catches herself on the one that is not between her and Kuraginim. she looked out among herself with those other people. Until then, “under the cover of Tsієї Elena” everything was given “clearly and simply”.

Let's just say that for all the set of reasons why Natasha's vision is to provoke, її naming figures like a negative value: vin daily, that її vidsutnіst - more important than the middle of the day, like leading Natasha's health and the collapse of the yogi of power.

Does chi mean that Natalya is a victim of the frame?

Psychology, as the hero of Dostoyevsky said, is "a club with two points." From one point to go out, scho - a victim. However, let's go from the last day and equally between ourselves two Natasha's self-destiny.

The first of them was blamed for the hostility of Bolkonsky’s slyly crushed rechennya:

“It’s not like me, that little girl-fuck (that’s what they said about me), thought Natalya, retinue, rivna tsієї someone else's, dear, sensible people, shanovanoї to inspire my father? Isn't it true? Isn’t it true that now it’s no longer possible to make life jittery, now I’m already great, now I already have to rely on me for every right and word of mine?

Another is a reaction to the “addicted, loving” sheet of Anatole, spellings, among others, Dolokhovim, but Natalya don’t know about it. In response to Sonya's quest - “How did you love one person and raptom ...” - Natalya seems to say: “I’m happy, I love yoga for a hundred years. I guess that I didn’t love anyone for the first time. She did not love anyone like Yogo. You can't understand you, Sonya<…>. They told me what to buy, and ty, maybe, chula, but now I only tried tse kokhannya. Not the same as before. As soon as I succumbed to Yogo, I thought that my Volodar was guilty, and I was Yogo's slave and that I could not help but love Yogo. Yes, slave! Whatever you command me, then I will grow. You don’t understand the one.”

In both ways, Natasha even accurately formulates the essence of what is happening to her, and by the same token, the principle of difference between her experiences at the connection with Bolkonsky and at the connection with Kuraginim.

Prince Andrey significance (retinue, rivna shanovanіy usіma lyudinі) i Vіdpovіdalnosti before you by those other people.

Anatole rewrite її on slave, I will indulge my will, I am ready for anything, - and when he wakes up sexually, the pulls are (in this moment for an hour) strong, not overpowering that high, beautiful feeling, like prince Andriy instills.

First of all, rob the sum of the whiskers about the irresistible sinful nature of the human being, and the depravity of Natasha's zocrema, varto respectfully listen to one more її vyslovlyuvannya: “Why couldn’t it be all at once?<…>For a while, I would have been happy, but now I am guilty of choosing, and without good things, I cannot be happy. It is said about the sticks of the heroine's thoughts that the stench came to her "in a thoroughly darkened", and at that time blackout- so it’s impossible to see, without special cues to the mind - Natasha guessed the most important mental happiness: the need for harmony between the sensitive and moral, sexual and spiritual sides of the cohanna, as for her at the same time they added different people - that was the essence of drama, that was played - played Yakі zіllyutsya for her in P'єrі Bezukhovі.

Come out, scho Natasha blackout, so hard to experience it yourself and so tragically - Prince Andriyem, it was an inevitable stage on the її way until happiness?

Colo third - contextual.

The reader knows absolutely for sure that Anatol Kuragin is a fool, but not to the reader who is penetrating the floor and blames his verdict himself, but to the one who the author tells him in direct text, and I repeat it more than once. Ale Natasha marvel at Anatole in the middle of the novel, and not calling, she doesn’t read the novel, but if she lives in the new, she doesn’t know what she knows about Anatole, read, and then there’s another problem - the problem of psychology spying on the text, and not the psychology of the hero create . Those that we, accustomed to the author's omniscience, are given as obvious, we call it not obvious to the heroes, how to live their lives.

Before that, don’t forget that Princess Mary, a wise woman and a clerk, was squandered into a paste of Anatolian beauty before Natasha, wielded by a strict father Mikola Andriyovich Bolkonsky, like a shanuє ideal of her brother, that grew in an atmosphere of powerful cohanna that emotion.

There is no need to set up for fishing happiness in the Bolkonsky's booth and close - here the mind, will and work are panned. Alla Axis at the Central Bureau Vulgarnostі І Metutsni Castle Z'Eagran Anatol - I Ruynzhenly Invimi Stini, І Polonyanka Princeіvna Pragne Bhui Zimnoye Tsim Slіpuchim - Nevіti Look to Yom in Dawn Floor - Krassem, I'm going to Mriyam: "Garni, Vіdkrit Delica Mightily, being a man, rotten all її respect. Vіn їy zdavavsya kind, good-natured, daring, masculine and generous. Vaughn bula perekonana at Tshomu. Thousands of dreams about the future family life blamelessly blamed in її vyyavі.

The old prince of images of the behavior of his daughter, so innocently and out of the door, reached out to the “thy fool”: “The first zustrіchny zdavsya - and father and forget everything, live, burn down, itch and screw with your tail and don’t look like yourself!” In this image, all the same food is read in a stormy way: how can she?- which is already in the same mood, which is before Natasha's situation, rich in which he shows his powerlessness incompetence.

Truthfully, the experience of the princess is not so sensitive, the links of social and psychological power and, among others, are even more similar to those that Natalya thinks, marveling at Prince Andriy.

Princess Mary: "Nevzhe Vіn my man, himself a stranger, garniy, kind man..."

Natasha: “... now I’m out of whack retinue, rivna tsієї alien, sweet, sensible people, shanovanoї to inspire my father?

Obviously, the prudent prince Mar'ya has mercy on Anatole richer, lower Natasha: Natasha instinctively replies herself to those that Anatole is prone to building, and in prince Mar'ї, by virtue of її Bolkonskiy breed, instinctively breathe muffled, without middle, feeling the experience of life is rich in what is a substitute for reasoning from її drive, out see Anatole, same Natasha vіdchuvaє yoga.

It is noteworthy that the share of the Bolkonsky shdos of the Rostovs Tolstoy writes by the method of rokuvannya: Prince Andriy spends Natasha, and Prince Mary becomes Mikoli's retinue, to be angry with Rostov breed The Bolkonskys are “showed”, life is indispensable - they are more hospitable and painfully fed: why didn’t the time of Prince Andriy and Natasha happen?

In searches of a void, there was a trace of respect for one more victim of love vicissitudes - tse Sonya, doomed by the author to those who are deprived of empty flowers, not respecting their own viddana virne kokhannya to Mikoli Rostov. You can, of course, as you tried repeatedly, admit that the social and material world played a role here (not the heroes, but the author's part of the heroes), prote є sutnisnі, glybinnі motives for such a plot decision.

Guess what, like Natalya’s brothers, since Sonya demonstrated her fidelity to you, admonishing Dolokhova: “You know, Nikolenko, don’t be angry; but I know that you will not make friends with him. I know, God knows why, I know for sure that you will not make friends. Motivation of which one is blamed in another place - at that very moment, if Natalya explains to her cousins ​​her camp at the link with Anatole and with whom I alternate the recognition with warnings: "You cannot understand this, Sonya ..."; "You don't understand what." True, not razumіє. Sonya ryatuє Natasha in the form of a crazy crock, but її the power of nezdatnіst vіddatisya almost, zabutisya, zakhopitisya, but if you want to consciously zakhoplennya, you will help її consanguineous, harmonious femininity, and at the same time Tolstoy's blessing. I same way out - dowry.

Princess Mary and Natasha are calmed down by Anatole, but the very same experience for their skin is even more important. Anatole here is not a stіlky (more precisely, not only) a person, individuality, stіlki is isolated of calm, a call of nature, and, being special, wine is absolutely necessary conceptually: reaction to the new, pulling up to the new - the very own woman of the heroic heroes of the tolstoy їm ups and downs Natasha vreshti-resht know shukana harmony in P'єrі, and princely Mary - necessary addition, which harmonizes її bolkonskaya sutnіst, at Mikola Rostov.

The novel “War and Peace” was created by Tolstoy during the most important period for the new one. “Now I am a writer with the strength of my soul, and I write and faint, as if I had not yet written and [not] thought. I am a happy and calm person and father, who does not seem to be in front of him of the taєmnitsі and the hoarding, moreover, that everything went like this and earlier [as in the original - G.R.] ”; “I wish I weren’t happy! All the minds of happiness fell asleep for me, ”the leaves of those students of 1863, if the work on the War and the World, were begun with such knowledge. As a result, this is the greatest novel in all classical Russian literature. However, at the top of the harmonic light arrangement, there are already set those tendencies, as if they could be flared up and signify good luck - and it is no longer an internal novel, but an over-the-top context of Tolstoy's creativity with a sigh. Vlada, as if for a moment, declared her rights to Natasha Rostova, and now she will become one of the leading themes of Tolstoy's creativity that share. From the root of the growth of the tragedy of Ganny Karenina, from which the hydra is supposed to be crushed by Tolstoy's "Kreutzer Sonata", "Father Sergius", from this enemy of the wines we fought the fight against the rich family life.

Colo quarter - philosophical.

How could she?- tse nutrition is not only, it is possible, not to inspire stories about the evil itself, but about those, how you can change YOMA, change YOGO for anyone.

Poshuki more than tsіkavі, that Prince Andriy Bolkonsky, perhaps, the most fortunate, most wise Tolstoyan hero of the day.

Those who are on the path of life - the path of spiritual jokings, have become thoughtlessly repeating sleepy mist. But it’s less respectful that there are paths of tragic expenses: one by one, they try for help and give ideas to them; one by one to go from yoga life to the dearest and necessary people: squad, father, Natalya. On the cob of the novel, Bolkonsky can do everything, about which only one can dream: aristocratic adventures, nobility, wealth, bright light, miraculous prosperity, a high camp at the suppleness, car'ern's perspectives, sim'ya - those to which a person resounds for a long time and for a long time , їй it is given to the beginning of everything at once. Ale wine is not collapsing in the wake of success, but in the right direction straight ahead: “Tse life, as I lead here, Tse life is not on me!” I vіn ide - in the form of a secular suspіlstva, in the form of a family, then in the army, after a black short calm - in the state service, in the form of Natasha, who changed you, in the honorable adjutant's plantation under Kutuzov. Zreshtoyu, from life.

Why? What in what context does Natalia mean zrada?

For the sake of style and variability, we go wild to a few key episodes.

1. Under the enemy in the sky in Vіdradny, which changed no less wind and beneficial weather in P'erom near Bogucharov, Prince Andriy to plant Sundays on a spring oak - and all at once you will pour into his soul with a jubilant stream and forward for the whole hour of our acquaintance with him in the wake of the spring, it seems like a rethinking of what happened earlier: І Austerlitz with a high sky, and a deadly guise of a squad, and P'єr on the poromі, and a maiden, swept by the beauty of the night, and tsya night, and mons - everything was guessed by you with a rapt. Reader sings through the rows, pragmatically to the result - the resurrection of the hero: “No, life is not over in thirty-one rivers,” and so on. And then it’s not this time’s pidbag that we’re called at once, but the process itself, more precisely - that kut dawn, under which Prince Andriy looks at the most important episodes of his life: in one row the best hvilin the sky of Austerlitz appears, P'er on the porom, the girl is shvilyovan with the beauty of the night - dead dokirlive guise of the squad.

2. Love to Natasha becomes such a moment for Prince Andriy herself - a confession about himself: Ale P'єr is the only one to whom Bolkonsky, having shown his experience, who knows well and deeply understands yoga, says good luck, lurk in Bolkonsky himself, and flatly please: “Dear friend, I ask you, do not understand, do not hesitate, make friends , make friends and make friends ... I am crying that no one will be happy for you.

Don't think... It’s all one thing to propon Prince Andriy: don’t be quiet. "... I'm guessing and I can't help but think" - tse cross, and happiness, and intelligence, and special shearing. In that case, the worst of hvilini of this life - if the thought, which has stalled, breaks through the curtain of incomprehensibility and vіdkrivaє - let’s instill the cost of suffering and losses - new horizons of meaning. It is not the result that is important, but the moment of transition from darkness to light is important. “The whole world of divisions for me into two halves: one is out and there is happiness, hope, light; the other half - everything, de її nemaє, there must be znevira and temryava ... ”, - So you are experiencing in your kohannya, ale, on the vіdmіnu vіd Natasha, don’t hurry up to the volodinnya with light, to the materialization of happiness - vіn vmіє be happy “smartly” , vmіє, yet again on the vіdmina of your name, hang yourself at the sheets and navіt at the camp of “love suffocation” without spending the building of rozіrkovuvati - zokrem about obov'yazki in front of the father: “I don’t need me , but if you don’t accept your will, deserve your wrath, if it’s possible, your life with us was so short-lived, it would ruin half my happiness. It’s not colder, more dogmatically reasoned - it’s a fair thought, it’s good for you, it’s in your hand, that it hangs and ennobles yoga. Ale...

3. Vin himself must explain everything to P'er for the hour of the rest of the afternoon: “I'm running, having become wiser about something rich. And people are not fit to kushtuvati like a tree of knowledge of good and evil ... Well, that one is not good! The burden of an unstoppable thought appears to be unbearable.

Aje wine and Natasha can’t work not for the one who is zhorstoy, but for the one who feels like you’ve got it under the control of your thoughts, for that you can vibe with your soul, heart, but you almost seem to be different (so P’er, having changed to Natasha sorry, forgets about his I’ll walk up to her, like I tried it, if I knew about the danger: so Natasha herself, when she hears about the death of Petya, forgets her grief and throws herself against her mother’s mortal blow) - and the rozum vibudov’s logical language, sorting out-perverting , incorrectness sho trapilosa, unbearable - how could she?

4. But to itself, in the strained robotic thoughts, the strength of Bolkonsky's specialness was added. Yakby vіn having lost his life, then, without a trace, to the last whilin of his life, having protected the moment of injury on the Borodino field.

Tolstoy leaves his hero from the 1st regiment at the reserve not to the one that Prince Andriy shouts to demonstrate "the butt of self-sacrifice and Christian-Buddhist resistance on the battlefield." Dobre b vin buv as a Viysky person and patriot, yakby engaging in such demonstrations at a time when the share of the Fatherland is violating. "...War is so war, not a plaything," - it seems to P'er's fault ahead of the battle of Borodino, the rarity of the "stratity" of the enemy, which has hovered over the yogo fatherland and yogo budinok. Ale Tolstoy is deprived of yoga forever and ever with a deadly problem in the situation aged idleness, for it allows you to expose like a human being, and the very mechanism of the foundation of Prince Andriy in the world.

In front of him, as if a grenade fell from him, Bolkonsky "not thinking about anything", but only trying to "stand out looking at the heat of that camp", in which he blamed himself at once from his regiment. Alya became more frightened, and there were only a few seconds for those who would rush to get away, fall to the ground, defend themselves, turn around, and in such moods people live, as a rule, mittevo and unseen- and Prince Andriy marveled at the grenade that turned around in front of him, and "standing at the indolence." So it looked sideways. In fact, the head of the yoga robot was in the new one: vin - thinking in a new way marvel at those who saw youma at the moment new light-heartedly: “I can’t, I don’t want to die, I love life, I love all the grass, the earth, the wind…”. "Vіn thinking tse" - a substitute for that, schob podkoritisya self-preservation instinct, and thinking about those who marvel at something new, and, after an hour, having thrown over the boundary, behind some kind of yoga, like before, there won’t be any more, wine all the same think up those who spoke to you at the time of the death threat: “There have been things in my life that I can’t understand and can’t understand.”

You are good to everyone, André, but in you there is a pride of thought,<…>This is a great sin,” my sister said to you before the first war. “Ah, Marie, Marie, it’s too bad, it’s impossible, it’s impossible to live ...” - Natasha echoes through the rocks. Overworld Bolkonsky daily life, Bolkonsky rozumuvannya at Prince Andriy nabuvaє, for Tolstoy, an insane character from life.

“Shish”, why you don’t understand, and even the very life of the posture, be some kind of rational obstruction, so you don’t give in to a proud thought, don’t win, don’t be described by it. Personification of the insights of this life is Natasha Rostova, yak, behind the words of P'yera, do not honor be smart.

And Prince Andriy, like the hero of Dostoyevsky, was to love life more, less sense. And to that, I spend it - Natasha's head, and then we'll live life itself.

At Tolstoy's student, after an hour of work on the novel, a note is made: “Everything that people shy away is to shy away from the powers of all nature. And the mind only adds to the skin of the skins of its own obvious reasons, which for one people they call - perekonannya - faith and for peoples (in history) they call ideas. This is one of the most severe and longest pardons. Shakhov’s mind is not dependent on life, but life is on it” .

Napoleon knows the obsessed "shakhovy grave" in Tolstoy's novel of absolute and merciless destruction.

Prince Andriy, for his inexorable predilection for misfortune, is subjected to death penance at the sight of Tolstoy's philosophy of love, in fact, Christian and Buddhist motives are combined. Ale - “everything, love everyone, start sacrificing yourself to love, meant not loving anyone, meant not living these earthly lives.”

And Prince Andriy, who lives in important earthly lives, is full of reading and lost in the memory of the new, - playful and lower, happy and angry, vaguely tight behind the ideal and straightened out to solve the sense of buttya.

So, for the logic of Tolstoy's novel, it is not suitable to look like a tree of knowledge of good and evil, more, as it is said in the epilogue, "if you allow, that a person's life can be twisted by the mind, then the very possibility of life will be reduced."

Ale hiba sama tsia romantic Is the logic not born to the pride of human thought?

About the place of Prince Andriy in the typology of heroes of Russian literature divas: Rebel G.M. Heroes and genre forms of the novels of Turgenev and Dostoyevsky. (Typological manifestations of Russian literature of the 19th century). Perm: PGPU, 2007, pp. 31 – 49.