The amusing thing about reading Book 4 of War and Peace is that all the soap opera aspects that disappeared after Book 1 (and makes most people stop reading at Book 2), all come back with an absolute vengeance in this Book 4.
Here we go, with buds of romance starting to blossom between Denisov and Natasha. Well, okay, he’s head over heels, and she’s 14 and in love with everybody. It may not work.
But they’ll dance some great mazurkas in the meantime . . .
I’m not really much of a dancer at all (I had a few weeks of lessons before my wedding with Rachel), but I often wish I was. I especially notice this when the old community hall next to us fires up on ballroom dancing nights. The sounds of the old crooners and the dance tunes from the 40s and 50s float across the night air, and even though the dancers at the evening are mostly well into their 60s, there’s a sense of enjoyment and fun that I’ve never felt at any nightclub that I’ve ever visited in my time.
Denisov’s mazurka just reminded me of all that . . . Ah well . . .