War and Peace is a novel written by Leo Tolstoy and published as fascicles between 1865 and 1869. It is one of Tolstoy's best books and a masterpiece of Russian literature and a classic of world literature.
In this novel, Tolstoy wanted to narrate the events of a series of varied characters over fifty years, in the period between the Napoleonic wars and beyond the mid-nineteenth century.
In War and Peace we will follow the intertwined history of five different families during the Napoleonic invasion of Russia, with the main characters being the following:
Along with the fictional characters, there are quite a few historical figures such as Emperor Napoleon I, Russian Emperor Alexander I and General Kutuzov.
For this digital edition of War And Peace we have used Louise and Aylmer Maude's translation.
47 hours 12 minutes (566425 words)
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Does it ever happen to you," Natasha said to her brother, when they had settled in the sitting room, "does it ever happen to you that you feel there's nothing more - nothing; that everything good has already happened? And it's not really boring, but sad?" "As if it doesn't!" he said. "It's happened to me that everything's fine, everybody's merry, and it suddenly comes into my head that it's all tiresome and we all ought to die....
Pierre looked into the sky, into the depths of the retreating, twinkling stars. "And all this is mine, and all this is in me, and all this is me!" thought Pierre. "And all this they've caught and put in a shed and boarded it up!.
Man's mind cannot grasp the causes of events in their completeness, but the desire to find those causes is implanted in man's soul. And without considering the multiplicity and complexity of the conditions any one of which taken separately may seem to be the cause, he snatches at the first approximation to a cause that seems to him intelligible and says: "This is the cause!
They say: sufferings are misfortunes," said Pierre. 'But if at once this minute, I was asked, would I remain what I was before I was taken prisoner, or go through it all again, I should say, for God's sake let me rather be a prisoner and eat horseflesh again. We imagine that as soon as we are torn out of our habitual path all is over, but it is only the beginning of something new and good. As long as there is life, there is happiness. There is a great deal, a great deal before us.
If there is a God and future life, there is truth and good, and man's highest happiness consists in striving to attain them. We must live, we must love, and we must believe that we live not only today on this scrap of earth, but have lived and shall live.