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Dive into a journey of personal awakening, romance and betrayal admist Napoleon's invasion in 19th-century Russia.
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CHAPTER I
WAR AND PEACE
By Leo Tolstoy/Tolstoi
BOOK ONE: 1805
CHAPTER I
âWell, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you donât tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that AntichristâI really believe he is AntichristâI will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my âfaithful slave,â as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened youâsit down and tell me all the news.â
It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna PĂĄvlovna SchĂ©rer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress MĂĄrya FĂ«dorovna. With these words she greeted Prince VasĂli KurĂĄgin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. Anna PĂĄvlovna had had a cough for some days. She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe; grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the elite.
All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:
âIf you have nothing better to do, Count (or Prince), and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10âAnnette SchĂ©rer.â
âHeavens! what a virulent attack!â replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception. He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face. He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court. He went up to Anna PĂĄvlovna, kissed her hand, presenting to her his bald, scented, and shining head, and complacently seated himself on the sofa.
âFirst of all, dear friend, tell me how you are...
Section 1 of 365 sections
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About this book
Dive into a journey of personal awakening, romance and betrayal admist Napoleon's invasion in 19th-century Russia.
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CHAPTER I
WAR AND PEACE
By Leo Tolstoy/Tolstoi
BOOK ONE: 1805
CHAPTER I
âWell, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you donât tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that AntichristâI really believe he is AntichristâI will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my âfaithful slave,â as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened youâsit down and tell me all the news.â
It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna PĂĄvlovna SchĂ©rer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress MĂĄrya FĂ«dorovna. With these words she greeted Prince VasĂli KurĂĄgin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. Anna PĂĄvlovna had had a cough for some days. She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe; grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the elite.
All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:
âIf you have nothing better to do, Count (or Prince), and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10âAnnette SchĂ©rer.â
âHeavens! what a virulent attack!â replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception. He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face. He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court. He went up to Anna PĂĄvlovna, kissed her hand, presenting to her his bald, scented, and shining head, and complacently seated himself on the sofa.
âFirst of all, dear friend, tell me how you are...
Section 1 of 365 sections
