I’m back! I’ll have to rush through these chapters in a bit of a hurry to catch up – which is a shame, because I foudn these battle scenes absolutely gripping and intense to read . . .
But still, I can’t give you everything on a plate, can I?
All I’ll say for this chapter is that I loved the whole concept of the Russians disappearing into a vast mist, thinking the French are miles away – little knowing that they’re very close in front of them.
And, of course, the awesome description of Napoleon, perched on the hill, ovelooking the whole scene in a godlike manner. I know Tolstoy’s theory is that history is determined by millions of little actions of humans, not the actions of the few and the might – but you’ve got to admit – there is something larger than life about this description of Napoleon. Finally, Tolstoy describes the man – he’s always been seen in the distance, or we’ve read his letters.
But here he is – and he gives the signal to attack . . .