This particular round of peacetime is where all the wheels fall off. Nikolai is home, but is not really turning into a likeable young man. (Well, I didn’t like the way he treated Sonya and the contemptuous tone he was taking with Pierre.) Andrei, after we invested so much time getting used to him, went down in his blaze of glory at Austerlitz, leaving behind a pregnant wife and a crazy father. And now, Pierre’s marriage is all gone to pieces.
Granted, we could see this one coming from before he proposed, but still – it’s never fun to see this kind of thing happen. It’s also a tribute to Tolstoy’s writing that when he removes the good things that used to shine through (Andrei’s friendship with Pierre, Natasha’s enthusiasm, Kutuzov’s nobility, etc) that life starts to seem a bit grim.
Anyway, we’ll see what unfolds tomorrow . . . because even I can’t remember exactly what happens next and will be interested to see how it all unfolds.
Oh, yeah, and I will post my response to the meme that cafedave tagged me with a few days earlier – I just need to find a spare moment.