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.
I sat in the gray, airless room of the New York State Department of Corrections, my knuckles white as the Warden delivered the news. "Parole denied." My father, Howard Sterling, had forged new evidence of financial crimes to keep me behind bars. He walked into the room, smelling of expensive cologne, and tossed a black folder onto the steel table. It was a marriage contract for Lucas Kensington, a billionaire currently lying in a vegetative state in the ICU. "Sign it. You walk out today." I laughed at the idea of being sold to a "corpse" until Howard slid a grainy photo toward me. It showed a toddler with a crescent-moon birthmark—the son Howard told me had died in an incubator five years ago. He smiled and told me the boy's safety depended entirely on my cooperation. I was thrust into the Kensington estate, where the family treated me like a "drowned rat." They dressed me in mothball-scented rags and mocked my status, unaware that I was monitoring their every move. I watched the cousin, Julian, openly waiting for Lucas to die to inherit the empire, while the doctors prepared to sign the death certificate. I didn't understand why my father would lie about my son’s death for years, or what kind of monsters would use a child as a bargaining chip. The injustice of it burned in my chest as I realized I was just a pawn in a game of old money and blood. As the monitors began to flatline and the family started to celebrate their inheritance, I locked the door and reached into the hem of my dress. I pulled out the sharpened silver wires I’d fashioned in the prison workshop. They thought they bought a submissive convict, but they actually invited "The Saint"—the world’s most dangerous underground surgeon—into their home. "Wake up, Lucas. You owe me a life." I wasn't there to be a bride; I was there to wake the dead and burn their empire to the ground.
I was dying at the banquet, coughing up black blood while the pack celebrated my step-sister Lydia’s promotion. Across the room, Caleb, the Alpha and my Fated Mate, didn't look concerned. He looked annoyed. "Stop it, Elena," his voice boomed in my head. "Don't ruin this night with your attention-seeking lies." I begged him, telling him it was poison, but he just ordered me to leave his Pack House so I wouldn't dirty the floor. Heartbroken, I publicly demanded the Severing Ceremony to break our bond and left to die alone in a cheap motel. Only after I took my last breath did the truth come out. I sent Caleb the medical records proving Lydia had been poisoning my tea with wolfsbane for ten years. He went mad with grief, realizing he had protected the murderer and rejected his true mate. He tortured Lydia, but his regret couldn't bring me back. Or so he thought. In the afterlife, the Moon Goddess showed me my reflection. I wasn't a wolfless weakling. I was a White Wolf, the rarest and most powerful of all, suppressed by poison. "You can stay here in peace," the Goddess said. "Or you can go back." I looked at the life they stole from me. I looked at the power I never got to use. "I want to go back," I said. "Not for his love. But for revenge." I opened my eyes, and for the first time in my life, my wolf roared.
I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.
The night I discovered my husband's whore was carrying his heir, I smiled for the cameras-and plotted his ruin. Scarlett was born a queen-heir to a powerful legacy, Luna of the Dark Moon Pack by blood and by sacrifice. She gave everything to Alexander: her love, her loyalty, her life. In return, he paraded his mistress before their pack... and dared to call it duty. But Scarlett won't be another broken woman weeping in the shadows. She'll wear her crown of thorns with pride, tear down every lie built around her, and when she strikes, it will be glorious. The Alpha forgot that the woman he betrayed is far more dangerous than the girl who once loved him.
As a wolfless charity case at the Hyde Pack's celebration, my world shattered when Braydon, my supposed protector, publicly announced Katherine Parrish as his Luna, erasing me. Heartbroken, I fled into a terrifying contract marriage with Alpha King Dallas Marshall for protection. Braydon's public assault and threats forced me to reveal my secret marriage, challenging the King. My "protection" felt like a prison. Braydon revealed I was a "key" to power, not a mate, confirming my fears. Enraged by my attempt to take a morning-after pill, Dallas forced me to swallow it, then branded my lips with a furious kiss. His chilling silence hardened my resolve. I immediately drafted an addendum to our contract, setting strict boundaries to reclaim control.
For five years, I believed I was living in a perfect marriage, only to discover it was all a sham! I discovered that my husband was coveting my bone marrow for his mistress! Right in front of me, he sent her flirtatious messages. To make matters worse, he even brought her into the company to steal my work! I finally understood, he never loved me. I stopped pretending, collected evidence of his infidelity, and reclaimed the research he had stolen from me. I signed the divorce papers and left without looking back. He thought I was just throwing a tantrum and would eventually return. But when we met again, I was holding the hand of a globally renowned tycoon, draped in a wedding dress and grinning with confidence. My ex-husband's eyes were red with regret. "Come back to me!" But my new groom wrapped his arm around my waist, and chuckled dismissively, "Get the hell out of here! She's mine now."
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