Another little vignette of Karataev’s tale. I had an interesting footnote in my edition which said that Tolstoy later expanded this tale out as a short story in a collection called Twenty-Three Tales and towards the end of his life, considered it one of the two best things he ever wrote. They didn’t say what the first one was.
Anyway, it certainly does have a haunting quality to it – even more so because of the atmosphere that is set up by the description of the rain and the campfires.
Pierre is still struggling with his pity towards Karataev. I still think he wants to walk away and ignore it, but he is fascinated by the tale.
I’m not sure whether there’s a great profound point to the tale, but it’s fascinating to watch Pierre’s joy stir as he listens to it.