13% done with War and Peace


It’s impossible for me not to get emotional during these chapters – the absolute beauty of what Tolstoy is writing is only equal to a symphony by Beethoven or the Sistine Chapel. You can literally hear the camp fires, the men moving about in the night, the soldiers carrying the body and tripping, the snow visible just over the fires. And Andrei speaking up for Tushin before the staff.

God, I love this novel