Sota ja rauha IV by Leo Tolstoy
Sota ja rauha IV by Leo Tolstoy
Pietarin korkeimmissa piireiss? k?vi t?h?n aikaan monimutkainen taistelu Rumjantsevin, ranskalaisten, Maria Feodorovnan, tsesarevitshin ja muidenkin puolueiden v?lill? kiivaimmin kuin koskaan ennen ja tavallisuuden mukaan kaikui t?ss? taistelussa ylinn? hovikuhnurien hurina. Mutta Pietarin levollinen ja ylellinen el?m?, jota huolestuttivat ainoastaan el?m?n n?k?h?iri?t ja harhakuvat, kulki entist? menoaan. Kun el?m? kulki t?t? menoaan, t?ytyi ponnistelemalla ponnistella voidakseen tuntea ja k?sitt?? sit? vaaraa ja tukalaa asemaa, jossa Ven?j?n kansa nyt oli.
Entisekseen kyl?iltiin, entisekseen pidettiin tanssiaisia, ranskalainen teatteri oli ennallaan, entiset olivat hovien harrastukset ja ennallaan virkamiesten pyyteet ja juonet. Ainoastaan kaikista korkeimmista piireist? koetettiin huomauttaa muille nykyisen aseman vaikeutta. Hienosittain kerrottiin, kuinka vastakkaisesti menetteli kumpikin keisarinna n?in raskaiden olojen vallitessa. Keisarinna Maria Peodorovna, joka oli huolissaan h?nen alaistensa armeliaisuus- ja kasvatuslaitosten hyvinvoinnista, k?ski muuttamaan kaikki instituutit Kasaniin ja n?iden laitosten kaikki esineet olivat jo laitetut valmiiksi l?hett?mist? varten. Keisarinna Elisabet suvaitsi taas vastata h?nelle ominaisen ven?l?isen is?nmaanrakkauden tunteen el?hytt?m?n? kysymykseen, mit? m??r?yksi? h?n suvaitsisi antaa, ettei h?n voi hallituslaitoksiin n?hden antaa mink??nlaisia m??r?yksi?, koska se on hallitsijan asia. Siit? taas, mik? suorastaan riippui h?nest? itsest??n, h?n suvaitsi sanoa vain sen verran, ett? h?n matkustaa Pietarista viimeisen?.
Elokuun 26 p:n?, samana p?iv?n?, jolloin oli Borodinon taistelu, pidettiin Anna Pavlovnalla iltama, jonka loistokohtana oli oleva piispan kirjeen lukeminen, joka kirje oli kirjotettu silloin, kun hallitsijalle l?hetettiin pyh?n Sergein kuva. T?t? kirjett? pidettiin is?nmaallisen hengellisen kaunopuheisuuden n?ytteen?. Sen oli lukeva itse ruhtinas Vasili, joka oli tunnettu lukutaidostaan. (H?nh?n luki keisarinnan luona.) Lukutaitona pidettiin sit?, ett? osasi kovalla, laulavalla ??nell?, vuoroin vihlovan haikeasti ujeltaen, vuoroin hennosti valittaen juoksuttaa sanoja virtanaan v?h??k??n v?litt?m?tt? niiden merkityksest?, niin ett? v?leens? osui ujellus, v?leens? taas valitus aivan sattumalta milloin millekin sanalle. T?ll? lukemisella samoin kuin yleens? kaikilla Anna Pavlovnan iltamilla oli valtiollinen merkitys. Iltamaan piti tulla muutamia korkea-arvoisia henkil?j?, joita oli h?v?ist?v? heid?n k?yntins? t?hden ranskalaisessa teatterissa, vaan toiselta puolen oli heiss? her?tett?v? vireille is?nmaallinen mieliala. V?ke? oli jo saapunut melkoisen kosolta, mutta kun Anna Pavlovna ei viel? n?hnyt salissa kaikkia niit?, joita tarvittiin, ei h?n viel? ryhtynyt luettamaan kirjett?, vaan kuletti keskustelua yleisiss? asioissa.
P?iv?n uutisena Pietarissa oli t?n??n kreivit?r Besuhovan sairaus. Kreivit?r oli muutamia p?ivi? takaperin ?kki? sairastunut, ei ollut voinut k?yd? muutamissa kokouksissa, joiden kaunistus h?n oli ja h?n kuului kielt?ytyneen ottamasta ket??n vastaan sek? oli niiden kuuluisien pietarilaisten l??k?rien asemasta, jotka tavallisesti olivat h?nt? hoitaneet, antautunut jonkun italialaisen l??k?rin hoidettavaksi, joka koetti parantaa h?nt? jollain uudella ja oudolla tavalla.
Kaikki tiesiv?t varsin hyvin, ett? hurmaavan kreivitt?ren sairaus johtui sopimattomuudesta menn? naimisiin yht'aikaa kahden miehen kanssa ja ett? italialaisen hoito tarkotti tuon sopimattomuuden poistamista, mutta Anna Pavlovnan l?sn?ollessa ei kukaan uskaltanut edes ajatellakaan t?t?, vaan n?ytti silt?, niin kuin ei kukaan olisi tiennyt asiasta mit??n.
- On dit que la pauvre comtesse est très mal. Le médecin dit que c'est l'angine pectorale.
- L'Angine! Oh, c'est une maladie terrible!
- On dit que les rivaux se sont reconciliés grace à l'angine...[1]
Sanaa angine toistettiin hyvin mielell??n.
- Le vieuz comte est touchant à ce qu'on dit. Il a pleuré comme un enfant, quand le médecin lui a dit que le cas était dangerex.
- Oh, ce serait une perte terrible. C'est une femme ravissante.
- Vous parlez de la pauvre comtesse, - sanoi Anna Pavlovnna tullen l?hemm?ksi. - J'ai envoyé savoir de ses nouvelles. On m'a dit qu'elle allait un peu mieux. Oh, sans doute, c'est la plus charmante femme du monde, - sanoi Anna Pavlovna hymyillen omalle innostukselleen. - Nous appartenons à des camps différents, mais cela ne m'empêche pas de l'estimer, comme elle le mérite. Elle est bien malheureuse,[2] - lis?si Anna Pavlovna.
Er?s varomaton nuori herra, joka luuli, ett? Anna Pavlovna n?ill? sanoillaan kohotti hieman kreivitt?ren sairauden salaisuutta verhoavaa esirippua, lausui ihmettelyns? siit?, ettei oltu kutsuttu tunnettuja l??k?rej?, vaan kreivit?rt? hoiti puoskari, joka voi antaa vaarallisia l??kkeit?.
- Vos informations peuvent être meilleures que les miennes, - sanoa tokasi Anna Pavlovna yht'?kki? k?rkev?sti kokemattomalle nuorukaiselle. - - Mais je sais de bonne source quece médecin est un homme, très savant et très habile. C'est le médecin intime de la reine d'Espagne.[3]
Masennettuaan t?ten nuorukaisen k??ntyi Anna Pavlovna Bilibiniin, joka er??ss? toisessa ryhm?ss? otsa rypyss?, mutta n?ht?v?sti aikoen suoristaa rypyt kertoakseen er??n t?rke?n asian, puhui it?valtalaisista.
- Je trouve que c'est charmant.[4] - puhui h?n er??st? diplomaattisesta asiapaperista, jonka mukana oli Wieniin l?hetetty ne it?valtalaiset sotaliput, jotka oli vallannut Wittgenstein, le hèros de Pétropol[5] (joksi h?nt? sanottiin Pietarissa).
- Kuinka, kuinka se oli? - kysyi Anna Pavlovna Bilibinilt? saaden syntym??n hiljaisuuden tuon t?rke?n asian kuulemiseksi, jonka h?n jo tiesi.
Ja Bilibin toisti seuraavat sanat diplomaattisesta kirjeest?, jonka h?n oli sepitt?nyt:
- L'Empereur renvoie les drapeaux autrichiens, - sanoi Bilibin, - drapeaux amis et égarés qu'il a trouves hors de la route,[6] - lopetti Bilibin laskien otsansa rypyist?.
- Charmant, charmant![7] - virkkoi ruhtinas Vasili.
- C'est la route de Varsovie peut-être,[8] - lis?si ruhtinas Hippolyt yht'?kki? kovalla ??nell?.
Kaikki katsahtivat h?neen k?sitt?m?tt?, mit? h?n oli sanoillaan tarkottanut. Ruhtinas Hippolyt my?skin silm?ili ymp?rilleen eloisin ihmetyksen katsein. H?nk??n samoin kuin muut ei k?sitt?nyt, mit? h?nen sanomansa sanat tarkottivat. Diplomaattisen virka-uransa aikana h?n oli huomannut monesti, ett? t?ll? tavoin ?kkiarvaamatta lausutut sanat olivat tuntuneet ter?v?lt? sukkeluudelta ja h?n sanoi nyt nuo ensim?isin? kielelle tulleet sanat ilman muuta kaiken varalta. "Saattaa olla, ett? ne tekev?t hyv?n vaikutuksen", ajatteli h?n, "vaan jos eiv?t tee, osaavat he kyll? auttaa asian". Ja juuri silloin, kun painostava ??nett?myys oli parhaiksi p??ssyt syntym??n, saapuikin se liian v?h?n is?nmaataan rakastava henkil?, jota Anna Pavlovna oli odottanut k??nnytt?mist? varten. Anna Pavlovna pyysi hymyillen ja sormeaan herist?en Hippolytille ruhtinas Vasilia p?yd?n ??reen, ojensi t?lle kaksi kyntteli? ja k?sikirjotuksen ja pyysi alkamaan. Kaikki vaipui ??nett?myyteen.
- "Kaikkeinarmollisin Keisari!" - alkoi ruhtinas Vasili juhlallisen ankarasti ja loi katseen yleis??n ik??n kuin kysyen, oliko kell??n mit??n sit? vastaan. Mutta kukaan ei virkkanut mit??n. - "Ikimuistoinen Moskovan p??kaupunki, Uusi Jerusalem, ottaa vastaan oman Kristuksensa", - singahutti h?n yht'?kki? voimakkaasti sanan oman, - "niin kuin ?iti, joka sulkee syliins? rakastetut poikansa ja n?hdess??n halki syntyv?n pime?n sinun valtakuntasi kirkkaan loisteen se laulaa riemuiten; Hosianna, siunattu olkoon h?n, joka tulee!"
N?m? viimeiset sanat veti ruhtinas Vasili surkealla ??nell?.
Bilibin tarkasteli huolellisesti kynsi??n ja monet n?yttiv?t arkailevan ja aivan kuin kysyv?n, mit? pahaa he olivat tehneet. Anna Pavlovna lausui jo supattamalla edelleen, kuten vanha mummo, joka h?pisee rippirukousta: "Levitt?k??n julkea ja r?yhke? Goliat..." - supatti h?n.
Ruhtinas Vasili jatkoi:
"Levitt?k??n julkea ja r?yhke? Goliat Ranskanmaan ??rilt? Ven?j?n rajoille kuolemankauhujaan; n?yr? usko, tuo Ven?j?n Davidin linko, musertaa ?kkin?isesti h?nen verenhimoisen korskeutensa p??n. T?m? pyh?n Sergein kuva, h?nen, jonka harrastukset muinoin is?nmaan hyv?? tarkottivat, annetaan Teid?n Keisarilliselle Majesteetillenne. Valitan kipe?t? suruani, ett? heikkenev?t voimani eiv?t salli minun p??st? nauttimaan Teid?n rakkaiden kasvojenne n?kemisest?. Hartaat rukoukseni kohti korkeuksia kohotan, jotta Kaikkivaltias ylent?isi vanhurskaiden joukon ja armossansa t?ytt?isi Teid?n Majesteettinne aivoitukset."
- Quelle force. Quel style![9] - kuului kehumista lukijalle ja sepitt?j?lle.
Anna Pavlovnan vieraat innostuivat t?st? puheesta niin, ett? he puhelivat viel? kauan aikaa is?nmaan kohtalosta ja lausuivat kuka minkinlaisia mielipiteit? taistelusta, jonka n?in? p?ivin? olisi pit?nyt tapahtua.
- Vous verrez,[10] - sanoi Anna Pavlovna, - ett? huomenna, hallitsijan syntym?p?iv?n?, me saamme tiedon. Min? olen hyv? aavistamaan.
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Widely regarded as a pinnacle in realist fiction, Tolstoy considered Anna Karenina his first true novel, after he came to consider War and Peace to be more than a novel. Fyodor Dostoyevsky declared it "flawless as a work of art." His opinion was shared by Vladimir Nabokov, who especially admired "the flawless magic of Tolstoy's style," and by William Faulkner, who described the novel as "the best ever written."The novel remains popular, as demonstrated by a 2007 Time poll of 125 contemporary authors in which Anna Karenina was voted the "greatest book ever written."
War and Peace , a Russian novel by Leo Tolstoy, is considered one of the most celebrated works of fiction.It is regarded, along with Anna Karenina (1873–1877), as Tolstoy's finest literary achievement. Epic in scale, War and Peace delineates in graphic detail events leading up to Napoleon's invasion of Russia, and the impact of the Napoleonic era on Tsarist society, as seen through the eyes of five Russian aristocratic families.
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town's richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. "Way to go, honey!"
"Let's get married," Mia declares, her voice trembling despite her defiant gaze into Stefan's guarded brown eyes. She needs this, even if he seems untouchable. Stefan raises a skeptical brow. "And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it. "We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering. "Shitty fathers. They want to take what's ours and give it to who they think deserves it." A pointed pause hangs in the air. "The only difference between us is that you're an illegitimate child, and I'm not." Stefan studies her, the heiress in her designer armor, the fire in her eyes that matches the burn of his own rage. "That's your solution? A wedding band as a weapon?" He said ignoring the part where she just referred to him as an illegitimate child. "The only weapon they won't see coming." She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine. "Our fathers stole our birthrights. The sole reason they betrayed us. We join forces, create our own empire that'll bring down theirs." A beat of silence. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance. "No divorces. No surrenders. If we're doing this, it's for life" "Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. Her father wants to destroy her life. She wouldn't give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit. ................ Two shattered heirs. One deadly vow. A marriage built on revenge. Mia Meyers was born to rule her father's empire (so she thought), until he named his bastard son heir instead. Stefan Sterling knows the sting of betrayal too. His father discarded him like trash. Now the rivals' disgraced children have a poisonous proposal: Marry for vengeance. Crush their fathers' legacies. Never speak of divorce. Whoever cracks first loses everything. Can these two rivals, united by their vengeful hearts, pull off a marriage of convenience to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs? Or will their fathers' animosity, and their own complicated pasts tear their fragile alliance apart?
Arabella, a state-trained prodigy, won freedom after seven brutal years. Back home, she found her aunt basking in her late parents' mansion while her twin sister scrounged for scraps. Fury ignited her genius. She gutted the aunt's business overnight and enrolled in her sister's school, crushing the bullies. When cynics sneered at her "plain background," a prestigious family claimed her and the national lab hailed her. Reporters swarmed, influencers swooned, and jealous rivals watched their fortunes crumble. Even Asher-the rumored ruthless magnate-softened, murmuring, "Fixed your mess-now be mine."
My Luna became an alpha after I rejected her : she was my Luna. I rejected her. Now she's stronger than ever and she has my son. Amelia's world shattered the day her daughter died-and her mate, Alpha Aiden of the Red Moon Pack, divorced her to reunite with his ex-girlfriend. Cast out, disgraced, and accused of poisoning her own child, Amelia was stripped of her title and driven from her pack. The next morning, her lifeless body was found at the border.They all believed she was dead.But she wasn't. Far from the ashes of betrayal, Amelia rebuilt herself-rising from rejection and ruin to become the first female Alpha of Velaris, the most powerful and respected pack in the realm. She also carried a secret Aiden never discovered:She was pregnant-with his son.Years later, fate brings them face to face once more. A deadly disease is spreading through the packs, and the only one who can stop it is the renowned doctor they thought had died. When Aiden sees the boy at her side-his eyes, his blood-he realizes the truth.He didn't just lose his Luna. He destroyed the mother of his child.And now, she's everything he's not-stronger, wiser, untouchable. Will she heal the pack that betrayed her?Will she ever let him near her heart again?Or is his punishment simply living with the consequences?
I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella. Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark. But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved. Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies. When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel. While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest. The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella. He ordered my father to punish me. I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth. That night, the love in my heart finally died. On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape—the only proof that I was Seven. Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney. By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.
The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.
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