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I can’t help but add as a quote Prince Andrei’s bitter monologue about marriage... At the age of 16, reading it, I, of course, did not understand anything, but now, at 37 years old, having acquired some life experience, I seem to understand why Andrei Bolkonsky thought his life was over. And although I am a woman myself, I desperately sympathize with him... in fact, sometimes we make the lives of men unbearable.

“In the middle of dinner, Prince Andrei leaned on his elbow and, like a man who has long had something on his heart and suddenly decides to speak out, with an expression of nervous irritation in which Pierre had never seen his friend before, began to say:

– Never, never marry, my friend; here's my advice to you:

do not marry until you tell yourself that you have done everything you could, and until you stop loving the woman you chose, until you see her clearly; otherwise you will make a cruel and irreparable mistake. Marry an old man, good for nothing... Otherwise, everything that is good and lofty in you will be lost. Everything will be spent on little things. Yes Yes Yes! Don't look at me with such surprise. If you expect something from yourself in the future, then at every step you will feel that everything is over for you, everything is closed except for the living room, where you will stand on the same level as a court lackey and an idiot... So what!...

He waved his hand energetically.
Pierre took off his glasses, causing his face to change, showing even more kindness, and looked at his friend in surprise.
“My wife,” continued Prince Andrei, “is a wonderful woman.” This is one of those rare women with whom you can be at peace with your honor; but, my God, what I wouldn’t give now not to be married! I’m telling you this alone and first, because I love you.

Prince Andrei, saying this, looked even less like than before that Bolkonsky, who was lounging in Anna Pavlovna’s chair and, squinting through his teeth, spoke French phrases. His dry face was still trembling with the nervous animation of every muscle; the eyes, in which the fire of life had previously seemed extinguished, now shone with a radiant, bright shine. It was clear that the more lifeless he seemed in ordinary times, the more energetic he was in these moments of almost painful irritation.

“You don’t understand why I’m saying this,” he continued. – After all, this is a whole life story. You say Bonaparte and his career,” he said, although Pierre did not talk about Bonaparte. – You say Bonaparte; but Bonaparte, when he worked, walked step by step towards his goal, he was free, he had nothing but his goal - and he achieved it. But tie yourself to a woman, and like a shackled convict, you lose all freedom. And everything that you have in you of hope and strength, everything only weighs you down and torments you with remorse. Living rooms, gossip, balls, vanity, insignificance - this is a vicious circle from which I cannot escape.

I am now going to war, to the greatest war that has ever happened, but I know nothing and am no good for anything. “[I’m very nice and very eater,” continued Prince Andrei, “and Anna Pavlovna listens to me.” And this stupid society, without which my wife and these women cannot live... If only you could know what it is [all these women of good society] and women in general! My father is right. Selfishness, vanity, stupidity, insignificance in everything - these are women when they show everything as they are. If you look at them in the light, it seems that there is something, but there is nothing, nothing, nothing! “Yes, don’t get married, my soul, don’t get married,” Prince Andrei finished.”

L.N. Tolstoy, “War and Peace”, volume 1.

The peculiarity of the writer’s work is that he transfers all political and social problems to the moral plane. According to Tolstoy, the best heroes are people capable of development, emotional experiences, who make mistakes, but do not stop, move on, look for more correct paths. And those who are statically frozen, not striving for improvement, even if they are ideal in appearance (Helen), do not evoke sympathy either from the author or from the majority of readers.

One of the positive heroes of the epic novel “War and Peace” is Prince Andrei Bolkonsky, who is looking for his place in life, wanting to benefit society. We find Andrei Bolkonsky, one of the main characters, at the second stage of his life’s journey, already established, determined in life, experienced love, favored by the world and society, a famous person in high circles

The character’s path of quest begins with the fact that he despises the conventions of the world, the unnaturalness of relationships in A.P. Scherer’s salon, and wants to enlist in military service. "Drawing rooms, gossip, balls, vanity, insignificance - this is a vicious circle from which I cannot escape." He is disgusted by this atmosphere of idleness that reigns in the salons; he is bored with the constant coquetry of women and empty talk. He did not accept this unnaturalness of relationships, the lack of warmth, intimate conversations, which were not accepted in high society. Andrei was cold with his wife Lisa, because she is a society woman who brings coquetry and a playful tone into the home environment. She simply could not imagine the existence of any other relationships other than those that were accepted in aristocratic living rooms. He himself says that this life is not for him, since, from his point of view, it is useless. During this period of his life, Andrei experiences a moral upsurge; he lives in anticipation of something heroic before he goes to war. Two reasons force him to go to war: the dream of glory (“... but if I want this, I want fame, I want to be known to people, I want to be loved by them, then it’s not my fault that I want this, that I want this alone , for this alone I live") and the desire to escape from this “artificial” world.

During the war of 1805 we see his naturalness. Bolkonsky is transformed, not a trace remains of his arrogance, causticity and boredom: “In the expression of his face, in his movements, in his gait, the former pretense, fatigue and laziness were almost not noticeable... His face expressed more satisfaction with himself and those around him; a smile and his gaze was more cheerful and attractive." He truly believed in what he was doing, completely dedicating himself to the service, he was “one of the few officers who believed his main interest was in the general course of military affairs.” His idol at that time was Napoleon, who amazed Prince Andrei with his military genius, strength of will and spirit. Prince Andrei takes an active part in the activities of those around him and dreams of “his Toulon.” But his dreams are at odds with the everyday life of a soldier, and, wanting to turn the tide of the battle at a crucial moment and thereby save the army from defeat, he just saves the doctor’s wife on the way to headquarters. He considers himself the person whom the army and the entire people will follow, who alone can save everyone. But disappointment also comes in military service, Andrei understands that he cannot cope with anything alone, that only together can he win. His ideas about the ideality of Napoleon’s personality collapse when in captivity, confronted with him, Bolkonsky sees the pettiness and imperfection of this man.

From the heights of the sky, which he sees and where his soul strives, all his dreams of glory and “Toulon” seem petty and insignificant to him. Compared to the eternity of heaven, human affairs seem empty. Bolkonsky has a question: what is a person in the face of eternity? A revolution takes place in the prince's soul. He understands that there are things in life more important than fame. He remembers his wife and is drawn home to his estate. Upon returning home, he is beset by grief: his wife dies. Andrei feels guilty for the fact that, obeying his selfish desires, he went to war, leaving his wife alone. He is experiencing a spiritual decline, is in a state of moral apathy, loneliness, believing that life at 31 is over.

After the war of 1805-1807. Bolkonsky devotes himself entirely to economic affairs on his estate, secluded and not meeting anyone except relatives. When Pierre comes to him, he notices the changes that have occurred in his friend’s character: some indifference, apathy. “Living for yourself, avoiding only these two evils (remorse and illness) - that’s all my wisdom now,” said Andrei. Even purely outwardly, the prince changed: he became “frowning and aged,” “his gaze was extinguished, dead,” and his smile expressed “concentration and depression.”

After a conversation with Pierre, Andrei begins to lead a different life - he reads, is interested in politics, and carries out democratic reforms. On his father's estate, he frees the peasants and makes life easier for them in Bogucharovo. And unlike Pierre, he brings everything to the end and does everything efficiently. While visiting the Rostov estate on business, Andrei sees an old oak tree on the way, which, unlike other trees, has not put on leaves in the spring. And Bolkonsky personifies him with himself. But Bolkonsky still returns to life, and this happens after a meeting in Otradnoye, when he sees Natasha Rostova, lively, natural, spontaneous, and understands that no one needs him, that no one except his loved ones cares about his life. Driving along this road later, he sees the same oak tree, but already covered with small green leaves. And this natural phenomenon, consonant with the prince’s state of mind, makes him understand that life is not over at 31. If during the War of 1805 he lived for others, but separately from them, now a thirst has awakened in him to live among others, to live among people.

And Andrei continues the path of quest, entering the public service, wanting to be useful, whether in the military or in the peaceful field. Later, Andrei leaves for St. Petersburg to present a project of military reforms to his superiors. But gradually he is fascinated by the activities of the Speransky commission and even more by the personality of Speransky himself. He admires Speransky, not seeing in him the qualities inherent in a secular man; for Prince Andrei, he was, first of all, a far-sighted politician. Andrei was flattered by the attention and trust that a high-ranking, respected official showed him. But after meeting Natasha at her first ball, his sense of the “natural” and “artificial” values of life returns to him. It is after communicating with her that he notices Speransky’s falsity, and some kind of disgust appears in him when he sees Speransky’s unnaturally white hands and hears his laughter. Bolkonsky begins to understand how far from life the activities of the commission are, and becomes perplexed at how long he could be engaged in such idle things.

The only spiritual salvation for Prince Andrei now is his love for Natasha Rostova. He saw this girl back in Otradnoye; perhaps, partly thanks to her, the prince left his solitude and returned to normal life. Their next meeting took place at Natasha’s first ball, here Andrei realized that this fragile, agile girl would play an important role in his destiny. After the ball, Andrei often goes to the Rostovs’ house. And the feeling that awakens in him for Natasha seems to bring him closer to earthly life. He falls in love with this simple, natural, cheerful girl and proposes to her. Natasha agrees, but the impossibility of happiness is foreseen in advance. This is evidenced by the attitude of the Rostov family, which anxiously watches the relationship between Natasha and the groom, believing that this marriage is strange and unnatural. For Natasha, Andrei is mysterious and enigmatic. There is no understanding between them. Andrei, leaving for his father’s estate for a blessing, does not warn Natasha, thereby forcing her to suffer and suffer. Andrei postpones the wedding for a year and leaves, not understanding that she needs happiness today, now. Natasha, unlike Andrey, lives by feeling. And this misunderstanding and departure lead to Natasha’s betrayal, which, due to his pride, he could not forgive.

Natasha, young and inexperienced, in search of something new, leaves Prince Andrei for Anatoly Kuragin. This was a terrible blow for Bolkonsky. He could not immediately understand and forgive Natasha, although before that, in a conversation with Pierre, he spoke about the need for a deep and objective awareness of the inner world of a fallen woman.

A new upsurge in Andrei’s life was the war of 1812, which changed a lot in it. He breaks his promise to himself never to fight, because now the French have become his personal enemies, entering Russian soil, approaching the Bald Mountains and ruining villages. While in a military camp, Prince Andrei tried to avoid people he knew from secular society, as they could awaken in him painful memories of Natasha and his failed happiness. During this war, Bolkonsky became closer to the people, realizing that the main force that brings victory is a certain spirit, the state of the troops, the feeling of patriotism found in each of the soldiers, that is, he came to the idea of “swarm history.” During the Battle of Borodino, Andrei tried to maintain this special mood, but then he realized that this was not necessary, people are already capable of feats at such a moment. In a conversation with Pierre before the Battle of Borodino, he says that the outcome of the battle depends on the morale of the soldiers. After being wounded, lying next to Anatole, whose leg was cut off, he experiences a feeling of compassion for him. Compassion for the person who made him unhappy. Andrei, experiencing “love for his enemy,” becomes spiritually enriched.

Considering the path of Andrei Bolkonsky’s quest, one cannot help but say about this hero’s attitude towards religion. At first she means nothing to him, he even makes fun of his sister Princess Marya, who sincerely believes in God. True awareness of religion, coming to spiritual life, Christian love - Prince Andrei understands and feels all this after his wound in the war of 1812. He forgives his enemy Anatoly Kuragin, understands Natasha’s misdeed.

The life quest of Andrei Bolkonsky

/Based on the novel by L.N. Tolstoy "War and Peace"/

Fifteen years (one thousand eight hundred five - one thousand eight hundred twenty
) the history of the country is captured on the pages of the novel “War and Peace”, created by the great genius of Russian literature, Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy.

After reading this magnificent work, we learned about many events of enormous historical significance: about the war against Napoleon, which was waged by the Russian army in alliance with Austria in one thousand eight hundred and five, about
The Patriotic War of one thousand eight hundred and twelve, about the great commanders Kutuzov and Napoleon, about the problems of advanced noble youth in Russia, whose representatives in the novel are Andrei Bolkonsky, Pierre
Bezukhov, Natasha Rostova and others.

In my essay I will talk about Andrei Bolkonsky, who is my ideal. It was for him that the writer destined a difficult fate.

We first meet Prince Andrei at Mrs. Scherer’s ball. Here a handsome young man with “defined and dry features” enters the hall.
Everything about his figure, from his tired, bored look to his quiet, measured step, represented the sharpest contrast with his wife.” It became clear to me that everyone who was in the living room was familiar to him, but, as he wrote
Tolstoy was so tired that he found it boring to look at them and listen to them.”

The son of the chief general, Kutuzov’s adjutant, Prince Andrei Bolkonsky, it seemed to me, was sharply critical of all representatives of secular society. He is irritated by “selfishness, vanity, stupidity, and the insignificance of this society.” Andrei Bolkonsky cannot be satisfied with that brilliant and outwardly varied, but idle and empty life with which people of his class are completely satisfied. Despite the fact that Andrei can stay in St. Petersburg and become an adjutant, he goes to war.
Bolkonsky explains his decision to take part in the war with Napoleon:
To Pierre: “I’m going because the life I lead here, this life, is not for me! "" Living rooms, gossip, balls, vanity, insignificance - this is the vicious circle that Andrei Bolkonsky breaks with a firm hand. He takes his wife to his father in the village, and he himself goes into the active army.

Andrei dreams of military glory, and his hero at the moment is the famous commander Napoleon.

L.N. Tolstoy shows Bolkonsky as a participant in the Battle of Shengraben. Courageous and self-possessed, Prince Andrei is not afraid to go around positions under enemy fire. He was the only one who dared to go to the battery
Tushina with an order to retreat and did not leave the battery until the guns were removed from the position. And only he alone, honest, direct and just, stood up to defend the hero.

Dreams of glory and heroic deeds do not leave him: “... I want this alone, for this alone I live... what should I do if I love nothing but glory, human love.”

In the Battle of Austerlitz, he rushes forward with a banner in his hands, dragging behind him a battalion of retreating soldiers, but, wounded in the head, falls on the field of Austerlitz.

There was nothing above him except “the high sky with quietly creeping clouds.”

Suddenly he sees Napoleon driving around after the battle, enjoying the sight of the dead and wounded, and his hero appeared to him
"a small and insignificant person.... with indifferent and happy views from the misfortune of others."

During the period of recovery, Prince Andrei realized the insignificance of his ambitious plans and petty pride, which resulted in the defeat of the Russian army and the death of many lives, and after the Austerlitz campaign he firmly decided not to serve in military service anymore. He experienced this disappointment very hard, burdened also by personal grief: the death of his wife, for whom Prince Andrei considered himself guilty.

To get rid of active service, he accepted a position in collecting the militia under the command of his father, but he devoted all his strength to raising his son, trying to convince himself that “this is the only thing” left for him in life.
Tolstoy reveals the pessimistic mood of the hero through the description of his portrait. Prince Andrei changed spiritually and externally. His look was “extinct and dead, “devoid of a joyful and cheerful shine.” During this period, he was characterized by deep pessimism and lack of faith in the possibility of human happiness. He comes to the conclusion that he needs to live for himself. Andrey
Bolkonsky is engaged in the improvement of his estate and peasants: he listed three hundred serfs as free cultivators, replaced corvée with quitrent for the rest, and also organized medical care for the peasants and took care of their education. Prince Andrei closely followed all external events of the world and read a lot. But this whole life seemed uninteresting to him; it did not absorb all his strength. Pierre, who came to him, was struck by the change that had taken place in him: in Andrei’s gaze one could see
"concentration and killing."

I read about Andrei Bolkonsky with deep bitterness and disappointment. How could this strong, lively, intelligent man lose faith in his personal life?
No, he must definitely do some serious, necessary work, he must love someone. After all, he is only thirty-one years old, and he considers his life to be over! “No, Andrey is wrong,” I thought. And suddenly there is a meeting with Natasha in Otradnoye! Her enthusiasm and sensitivity, her childhood desires and dreams bring him back to life.

Therefore, completely different feelings are generated in his soul by the sight of lush greenery covering the oak tree, which so recently brought sad and hopeless thoughts to him. Just recently he noticed it. His appearance was in harmony with the hopelessly pessimistic mood of the hero and convinced him of the correctness of his view that life was over for him, “that he should live out his life without doing evil, without worrying and without wanting anything.”

But it turns out our hero was wrong. No, life is not over yet. He believed in her. He developed a desire to engage in social activities. Prince Andrey works in St. Petersburg under the leadership
Speransky, takes part in the reforms he carries out, but soon becomes convinced of the futility of his work under the existing regime and becomes disillusioned with Speransky.

Prince Andrei's love for Natasha was revived to a new, happy life, full of anxiety, excitement and joy. The first meeting with her in Otradnoye, then the accidentally overheard conversation on a spring moonlit night - all this sank into Andrei’s soul as a tender and vivid impression. Natasha appeared before us in the same poetic aura at the ball in St. Petersburg.

This is how the love of Natasha and Andrey began. This love reborn him.
Melancholy, despondency, disappointment, contempt for life disappeared. Faith in the possibility of happiness was revived again.

But it so happened that Andrei’s father, having learned about his son’s decision to marry Natasha, invited him to go abroad for a year. He probably hoped that because of this, the marriage he did not want would not take place. After his engagement to Natasha, Andrei left, leaving her alone. I think he made a mistake. He shouldn't have left Natasha. I won’t talk about how Natasha’s relationship with Anatole developed. Prince Andrei took her passion for this unworthy man very hard. He tried to drown out his torment with practical activities, agreed to serve at Kutuzov’s headquarters in
Turkey. But this did not save him from a mental crisis. He still loves
Natasha, appreciates her sincerity and warmth. This pure and wonderful feeling did not fade away in Andrei’s soul until the end of his life.

The terrible events of the Patriotic War of one thousand eight hundred and twelve brought Prince Andrei back to life. The thirst for activity again took possession of him.
Participation in the national defense of the Fatherland brought him closer to the people. Together with his regiment, he walked a difficult path from the western borders to the village of Borodino.
Now he sees the meaning of his life in serving the Motherland and the people.

During the Patriotic War of one thousand eight hundred and twelve, Prince
Andrei finally breaks with secular society. Death from a wound received on the battlefield of Borodino interrupted his life’s quest
Bolkonsky.

I was very sad to read about Andrei at the end of the novel, but I am sure people like him were later members of secret societies in
Russia, whose activities ended in December one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five. And if Prince Andrei were alive, he would certainly be in the forefront of the defenders of the Russian people.

For more than one hundred and forty years people have been admiring the novel War and Peace, a magnificent, unsurpassed work. Years and centuries will pass, and the epic will excite readers just as it excites us now. What is the secret of such an impact of “War and Peace” on readers? Why are the images created by the artist’s imagination perceived by us as alive?
There can be only one answer: this work was created by a brilliant Russian writer, the greatest realist artist.

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Prince Andrei only shrugged his shoulders at Pierre's childish speeches. He pretended that such nonsense could not be answered; but indeed it was difficult to answer this naive question with anything other than what Prince Andrei answered.

If everyone fought only according to their convictions, there would be no war,” he said.

That would be great,” said Pierre.

Prince Andrei grinned.

It may very well be that it would be wonderful, but it will never happen...

Well, why are you going to war? - asked Pierre.

For what? I don't know. That's how it should be. Besides, I'm going... - He stopped. - I am going because this life that I lead here, this life is not for me!

A woman's dress rustled in the next room. As if waking up, Prince Andrei shook himself, and his face took on the same expression that it had in Anna Pavlovna’s living room. Pierre swung his legs off the sofa. The princess entered. She was already in a different, homely, but equally elegant and fresh dress. Prince Andrei stood up, politely moving a chair for her.

Why, I often think,” she spoke, as always, in French, hastily and fussily sitting down in a chair, “why didn’t Annette get married?” How stupid you all are, messurs, for not marrying her. Excuse me, but you don’t understand anything about women. What a debater you are, Monsieur Pierre.

I keep arguing with your husband too; “I don’t understand why he wants to go to war,” said Pierre, without any embarrassment (so common in the relationship of a young man to a young woman) addressing the princess.

The princess perked up. Apparently, Pierre's words touched her to the quick.

Ah, that's what I'm saying! - she said. “I don’t understand, I absolutely don’t understand, why men can’t live without war? Why do we women don’t want anything, don’t need anything? Well, you be the judge. I tell him everything: here he is his uncle’s adjutant, the most brilliant position. Everyone knows him so much and appreciates him so much. The other day at the Apraksins’ I heard a lady ask: “c”est ca le fameux prince Andre?” Ma parole d'honneur! [Is this the famous Prince Andrei? Honestly!] - She laughed. - He is so accepted everywhere. He could very easily be an aide-de-camp. You know, the sovereign spoke to him very graciously. Annette and I talked about how this would be very easy to arrange. How do you think?

Pierre looked at Prince Andrei and, noticing that his friend did not like this conversation, did not answer.

When are you going? - he asked.

Ah! ne me parlez pas de ce depart, ne m"en parlez pas. Je ne veux pas en entendre parler, [Oh, don’t tell me about this departure! I don’t want to hear about it,] - the princess spoke in such a capricious playful tone, how she spoke to Hippolyte in the living room, and who obviously did not go to the family circle, where Pierre was, as it were, a member. - Today, when I thought that I needed to break off all these dear relationships... And then, you know, Andre? - She blinked significantly at her husband. - J"ai peur, j"ai peur! [I'm scared, I'm scared!] - she whispered, shaking her back.

The husband looked at her as if he were surprised to notice that someone else besides him and Pierre was in the room; and he turned inquiringly to his wife with cold politeness:

What are you afraid of, Lisa? “I can’t understand,” he said.

That's how all men are selfish; everyone, everyone is selfish! Because of his own whims, God knows why, he abandons me, locks me in the village alone.

“With your father and sister, don’t forget,” Prince Andrei said quietly.

Still alone, without my friends... And she wants me not to be afraid.

Her tone was already grumbling, her lip lifted, giving her face not a joyful, but a brutal, squirrel-like expression. She fell silent, as if finding it indecent to talk about her pregnancy in front of Pierre, when that was the essence of the matter.

Still, I don’t understand, de quoi vous avez peur, [What are you afraid of,] - Prince Andrei said slowly, without taking his eyes off his wife.

The princess blushed and waved her hands desperately.

Non, Andre, je dis que vous avez tellement, tellement change... [No, Andrei, I say: you have changed so, so...]

“Your doctor tells you to go to bed earlier,” said Prince Andrei. - You should go to bed.

The princess said nothing, and suddenly her short, whiskered sponge began to tremble; Prince Andrei, standing up and shrugging his shoulders, walked around the room.

Pierre looked in surprise and naively through his glasses, first at him, then at the princess, and stirred, as if he, too, wanted to get up, but was again thinking about it.

“What do I care if Monsieur Pierre is here,” the little princess suddenly said, and her pretty face suddenly blossomed into a tearful grimace. - I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time, Andre: why did you change so much towards me? What I did to you? You're going to the army, you don't feel sorry for me. For what?

Lise! - Prince Andrey just said; but in this word there was a request, a threat, and, most importantly, an assurance that she herself would repent of her words; but she continued hastily:

You treat me like a patient or a child. I see everything. Were you like this six months ago?

Lise, I ask you to stop,” said Prince Andrei even more expressively.

Pierre, who became more and more agitated during this conversation, stood up and approached the princess. He seemed unable to bear the sight of tears and was ready to cry himself.

Calm down, princess. It seems like this to you, because I assure you, I myself experienced... why... because... No, excuse me, a stranger is superfluous here... No, calm down... Goodbye...

Prince Andrei stopped him by the hand.

No, wait, Pierre. The princess is so kind that she will not want to deprive me of the pleasure of spending the evening with you.

No, he only thinks about himself,” said the princess, unable to hold back her angry tears.

“Lise,” said Prince Andrei dryly, raising his tone to the degree that shows that patience is exhausted.

Suddenly the angry, squirrel-like expression of the princess’s beautiful face was replaced by an attractive and compassion-arousing expression of fear; She glanced from under her beautiful eyes at her husband, and on her face appeared that timid and confessing expression that appears on a dog, quickly but weakly waving its lowered tail.

Mon Dieu, mon Dieu! [My God, my God!] - said the princess and, picking up the fold of her dress with one hand, she walked up to her husband and kissed him on the forehead.

Bonsoir, Lise, [Good night, Liza,] - said Prince Andrei, getting up and politely, like a stranger, kissing his hand.

The friends were silent. Neither one nor the other began to speak. Pierre glanced at Prince Andrei, Prince Andrei rubbed his forehead with his small hand.

“Let’s go have dinner,” he said with a sigh, getting up and heading towards the door.

They entered the elegantly, newly, richly decorated dining room. Everything, from napkins to silver, earthenware and crystal, bore that special imprint of novelty that happens in the household of young spouses. In the middle of dinner, Prince Andrei leaned on his elbow and, like a man who has had something on his heart for a long time and suddenly decides to speak out, with an expression of nervous irritation in which Pierre had never seen his friend before, he began to say:

Never, never marry, my friend; Here's my advice to you: don't get married until you tell yourself that you did everything you could, and until you stop loving the woman you chose, until you see her clearly; otherwise you will make a cruel and irreparable mistake. Marry an old man, good for nothing... Otherwise, everything that is good and lofty in you will be lost. Everything will be spent on little things. Yes Yes Yes! Don't look at me with such surprise. If you expect something from yourself in the future, then at every step you will feel that everything is over for you, everything is closed except for the living room, where you will stand on the same level as a court lackey and an idiot... So what!..

He waved his hand energetically.

Pierre took off his glasses, causing his face to change, showing even more kindness, and looked at his friend in surprise.

“My wife,” continued Prince Andrei, “is a wonderful woman. This is one of those rare women with whom you can be at peace with your honor; but, my God, what I wouldn’t give now not to be married! I’m telling you this alone and first, because I love you.

Prince Andrei, saying this, looked even less like than before that Bolkonsky, who was lounging in Anna Pavlovna’s chair and, squinting through his teeth, spoke French phrases. His dry face was still trembling with the nervous animation of every muscle; the eyes, in which the fire of life had previously seemed extinguished, now shone with a radiant, bright shine. It was clear that the more lifeless he seemed in ordinary times, the more energetic he was in these moments of almost painful irritation.

“You don’t understand why I’m saying this,” he continued. - After all, this is a whole life story. “You say Bonaparte and his career,” he said, although Pierre did not talk about Bonaparte. - You say Bonaparte; but Bonaparte, when he worked, walked step by step towards his goal, he was free, he had nothing but his goal - and he achieved it. But tie yourself to a woman, and like a shackled convict, you lose all freedom. And everything that you have in you of hope and strength, everything only weighs you down and torments you with remorse. Living rooms, gossip, balls, vanity, insignificance - this is a vicious circle from which I cannot escape. I am now going to war, to the greatest war that has ever happened, but I know nothing and am no good for anything. “Je suis tres aimable et tres caustique, [I am very sweet and very eater,” continued Prince Andrei, “and Anna Pavlovna listens to me.” And this stupid society, without which my wife and these women cannot live... If only you could know what it is toutes les femmes distinguees [all these women of good society] and women in general! My father is right. Selfishness, vanity, stupidity, insignificance in everything - these are women when they show everything as they are. If you look at them in the light, it seems that there is something, but there is nothing, nothing, nothing! Yes, don’t get married, my soul, don’t get married,” Prince Andrei finished.

It’s funny to me,” said Pierre, “that you consider yourself incapable, that your life is a spoiled life.” You have everything, everything is ahead. And you…

He didn’t say you, but his tone already showed how highly he valued his friend and how much he expected from him in the future.

“How can he say that!” thought Pierre. Pierre considered Prince Andrei to be a model of all perfections precisely because Prince Andrei united to the highest degree all those qualities that Pierre did not have and which can be most closely expressed by the concept of willpower. Pierre was always amazed at Prince Andrei's ability to calmly deal with all kinds of people, his extraordinary memory, erudition (he read everything, knew everything, had an idea about everything) and most of all his ability to work and study. If Pierre was often struck by Andrei’s lack of ability for dreamy philosophizing (to which Pierre was especially prone), then in this he saw not a disadvantage, but a strength.

In the best, most friendly and simple relationships, flattery or praise is necessary, just as greasing is necessary for the wheels to keep them moving.

Je suis un homme fini, [I am a finished man,] said Prince Andrei. - What can I say about me? “Let’s talk about you,” he said, after a pause and smiling at his comforting thoughts.

“You don’t understand why I’m saying this,” he continued. - After all, this is a whole life story. “You say Bonaparte and his career,” he said, although Pierre did not talk about Bonaparte. - You say Bonaparte; but Bonaparte, when he worked, walked step by step towards his goal, he was free, he had nothing but his goal - and he achieved it. But tie yourself to a woman, and like a shackled convict, you lose all freedom. And everything that you have in you of hope and strength, everything only weighs you down and torments you with remorse. Living rooms, gossip, balls, vanity, insignificance - this is a vicious circle from which I cannot escape. I am now going to war, to the greatest war that has ever happened, but I know nothing and am no good for anything. Je suis tres aimable et tres caustique, [ I'm very sweet and very eater , ] - continued Prince Andrei, - and Anna Pavlovna listens to me. And this stupid society, without which my wife and these women cannot live... If only you could know what it is toutes les femmes distinguees [ all these women of good society ] and women in general! My father is right. Selfishness, vanity, stupidity, insignificance in everything - these are women when they show everything as they are. If you look at them in the light, it seems that there is something, but there is nothing, nothing, nothing! Yes, don’t get married, my soul, don’t get married,” Prince Andrei finished.

It’s funny to me,” said Pierre, “that you consider yourself incapable, that your life is a spoiled life.” You have everything, everything is ahead. And you…

He did not say, what do you, but his tone already showed how highly he valued his friend and how much he expected from him in the future.

In the best, most friendly and simple relationships, flattery or praise is necessary, just as greasing is necessary for the wheels to keep them moving.

Je suis un homme fini, [ I'm a complete loser , ] - said Prince Andrei. - What can I say about me? “Let’s talk about you,” he said, after a pause and smiling at his comforting thoughts.

This smile was reflected on Pierre’s face at the same instant.

What can we say about me? - said Pierre, spreading his mouth into a carefree, cheerful smile. - What am I? Je suis un batard [ I am an illegitimate son! ] - And he suddenly blushed crimson. It was clear that he made a great effort to say this. - Sans nom, sans fortune... [ No name, no fortune... ] And well, really... - But he didn’t say, that's right. - I’m free for now, and I feel good. I just don’t know what to start. I wanted to seriously consult with you.

Prince Andrei looked at him with kind eyes. But his glance, friendly and affectionate, still expressed the consciousness of his superiority.

You are dear to me, especially because you are the only living person among our entire world. You feel good. Choose what you want; it does not matter. You will be good everywhere, but one thing: stop going to these Kuragins and leading this life. So it doesn’t suit you: all these carousings, and hussarism, and everything...

Que voulez-vous, mon cher,” said Pierre, shrugging his shoulders, “les femmes, mon cher, les femmes!” [ What do you want, my dear, women, my dear, women! ]

“I don’t understand,” Andrey answered. - Les femmes comme il faut, [ Decent women , ] that's another matter; but les femmes Kuragin, les femmes et le vin, [ women of Kuragin, women and wine , ] I don't understand!

Pierre lived with Prince Vasily Kuragin and took part in the wild life of his son Anatole, the same one who was going to be married to Prince Andrei’s sister for correction.

You know what,” Pierre said, as if an unexpectedly happy thought had come to him, “seriously, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.” With this life I can neither decide nor think about anything. My head hurts, I have no money. Today he called me, I won’t go.

Give me your word of honor that you won't go?

Honestly!

IX

It was already two o'clock in the morning when Pierre left his friend. It was a June night, a St. Petersburg night, a gloomless night. Pierre got into the cab with the intention of going home. But the closer he got, the more he felt it was impossible to fall asleep that night, which seemed more like evening or morning. It was visible in the distance through the empty streets. Dear Pierre remembered that that evening the usual gambling society was supposed to gather at Anatole Kuragin's place, after which there would usually be a drinking party, ending with one of Pierre's favorite amusements.