And oddly enough, Petya’s death is the catalyst for Natasha emerging from her shell. As soon as she sees the grief that the rest of the family suffers, she is there at her mother’s side.
It’s quite powerful, because we realise that for Natasha to be able to understand and comfort that level of loss, it can only be because of all that she understands from her own loss of Andrei. Quite beautifully done. And in Countess Rostova, we see the same grief symptoms that Natasha showed in the previous chapter.
In the meantime, I meant to post this up a long time ago, but here is an article that shows that War and Peace is one of the books that people are most likely to have lied about reading to impress someone else. The winner is 1984.
If you’re still with us, you won’t be one of those people who lie about War and Peace. What you do with 1984 is your business.