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Call it coincidence, but Tolstoy is really playing God here – that’s his point, too: there are no coincidences, just a massive jumble of events outside of our control that lead from one opportunity to another and we can either chose to take advantage of them or not, but will always be effected by them. This interplay of war, of failed love, leads Nicholas to Maria. It’s so simple, yet so complex, too.