Nikolai Rostov

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War and Peace Book XI Chapter XII Read for LibriVox.org by Paul McCartan The Rostovs remained in Moscow till the first of September—that is, till the eve of the enemy's entry into the city.

After Petya had joined Obolenski's regiment of Cossacks and left for Belaya Tserkov where that regiment was forming, the countess was seized with terror.

The thought that both her sons were at the war, had both gone from under her wing, that today or tomorrow either or both of them might be killed like the three sons of one of her acquaintances struck her that summer for the first time with cruel clearness.

The presence of Sonya, of her beloved Natasha, or even of her husband irritated her.

"What do I want with them? I want no one but Petya," she thought.

At the end of August the Rostovs received another letter from Nicholas.

He wrote from the province of Voronezh, where he had been sent to procure remounts.

story that name sticks yeah exactly

and nikolai rostov i know his story too but

he's

one of the

yeah i'm pretty sure

dude

Nikolai Rostov-Mason.

So like some of the characters stand out, but then it just jumps all of a sudden we're like somewhere else entirely.

I hear they are expected very soon, said Pierre.

Princess Mary told Pierre of her plan to become intimate with her future sister-in-law as soon as the Rostovs arrived and to try to accustom the old prince to her.

War and Peace, Book Eight, Chapter Five.

Read for LibriVox.org by The Maybe Man.

Maria Dmitrievna lived alone.

She had already married off her daughter, and her sons were all in the service.

she held herself as erect told everyone her opinion as candidly loudly and bluntly as ever and her whole bearing seemed a reproach to others for any weakness passion or temptation the possibility of which she did not admit from early in the morning wearing a dressing-jacket she attended to her household affairs and then she drove out on holy days to church and after the service to jails and prisons on affairs of which she never spoke to anyone on ordinary days after dressing she received petitioners of various classes of whom there were always some then she had dinner a substantial and appetizing meal at which there were always three or four guests after dinner she played a game of boston and at night she had the newspapers or a new book read to her while she knitted she rarely made an exception and went out to pay visits and then only to the most important persons in town She had not yet gone to bed when the Rostovs arrived, and the pulley of the hall door squeaked from the cold as it let in the Rostovs and their servants.

Maria Dmitrievna, with her spectacles hanging down on her nose and her head flung back, stood in the hall doorway looking with a stern, grim face at the new arrivals.

Famous line in one of the greatest novels ever written, War and Peace.

Count Nicholas Rostov, I believe, is one of the protagonists.

He's on his horse in battle.

He's just come back from being fetid back in Moscow.

The chief attraction of military service has consisted and will consist in this compulsory and irreproachable idleness.

Nicholas Rostov experienced this blissful condition to the full when, after 1807, he continued to serve in the Pavlograd regiment in which he already commanded the squadron he had taken over from Denisov.

Rostov had become a bluff, good-natured fellow whom his Moscow acquaintances would have considered rather bad form, but who was liked and respected by his comrades, subordinates, and superiors, and was well contented with his life.

Of late in 1809, he found in letters from home more frequent complaints from his mother that their affairs were falling into greater and greater disorder, and that it was time for him to come back to gladden and comfort his old parents.

But Simon was no longer there.

He was galloping round by the bushes, while the field was coming up on both sides, all trying to head the wolf, but it vanished into the wood before they could do so.

End of chapter 4 Recording by Roger Melene War and Peace Book 7 Chapter 5 Read for LibriVox.org by Roger Melene Nicholas Rostov meanwhile remained at his post, waiting for the wolf.

By the way the hunt approached and receded, by the cries of the dogs whose notes were familiar to him, by the way the voices of the huntsmen approached, receded, and rose, he realized what was happening at the copse.

It is natural for us who were not living in those days to imagine that when half Russia had been conquered and the inhabitants were fleeing to distant provinces, and one level after another was being raised for the defense of the fatherland, all Russians, from the greatest to the least, were solely engaged in sacrificing themselves, saving the fatherland, or weeping over its downfall the tales and descriptions of that time without exception speak only of the self-sacrifice patriotic devotion despair grief and the heroism of the russians but it was not really so it appears so to us because we see only the general historic interest of that time and do not see all the personal human interest that people had yet in reality those personal interests of the moment so much transcend the general interests that they always prevent the public interest from being felt or even noticed most of the people at that time paid no attention to the general progress of events but were guided only by their private interests and they were the very people whose activities at that period were most useful those who tried to understand the general course of events and to take part in it by self-sacrifice and heroism were the most useless members of society they saw everything upside down and all they did for the common good turned out to be useless and foolish like pierre's and mominov's regiments which looted russian villages and the lint the young ladies prepared and that never reached the wounded and so on even those fond of intellectual talk and of expressing their feelings who discussed russia's position at the time involuntarily introduced into their conversation either a shade of pretence and falsehood or useless condemnation and anger directed against people accused of actions no one could possibly be guilty of in historic events the rule forbidding us to eat of the fruit of the tree of knowledge is specially applicable only unconscious action bears fruit and he who plays a part in an historic event never understands its significance if he tries to realize it his efforts are fruitless the more closely a man was engaged in the events then taking place in russia the less did he realize their significance in petersburg and in the provinces at a distance from moscow ladies and gentlemen in military uniforms wept for russia and its ancient capital and talked of self-sacrifice and so on but in the army which retired beyond moscow there was little talk or thought of moscow And when they caught sight of its burned ruins, no one swore to be avenged on the French, but they thought about their next pay, their next quarters, of Matreshka the Vivendiere, and like matters.

As the war had caught him in the service, Nicholas Rostov took a close and prolonged part in the defense of his country, but did so casually.

without any aim at self-sacrifice and he therefore looked at what was going on in russia without despair and without dismally racking his brains over it had he been asked what he thought of the state of russia he would have said that it was not his business to think about it that kutuzov and others were there for that purpose but that he had heard that the regiments were to be made up to their full strength that fighting would probably go on for a long time yet and that things being so it was quite likely he might be in command of a regiment in a couple of years time as he looked at the matter in this way he learned that he was being sent to vronze to buy rim-outs for his division

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He received, however, no appointment to Kutuzov's staff, despite all Anna Mikhailovna's endeavors and entreaties.

Soon after Anna Pavlovna's reception, Anna Mikhailovna returned to Moscow and went straight to her rich relations, the Rostovs, with whom she stayed when in the town, and where her darling Bory, who had only just entered a regiment of the line and was being at once transferred to the guards as a cornet, had been educated from childhood and lived for years at a time.

The guards had already left Petersburg on the 10th of August, and her son, who had remained in Moscow for his equipment, was to join them on the march to Radzivilov.

It was St. Natalia's Day, and the name day of two of the Rostovs, the mother and the youngest daughter, both named Natalie.

Ever since the morning, carriages with six horses had been coming and going continually, bringing visitors to the Countess Rostova's big house on the Povoskaya, so well known to all Moscow.

The Countess herself and her handsome eldest daughter were in the drawing-room with the visitors who came to congratulate, and who constantly succeeded one another in relays.

But I hope I have not offended you.

I always make a rule to speak out.

He received, however, no appointment to Kutuzov's staff, despite all Anna Mikhailovna's endeavors and entreaties.

Soon after Anna Pavlovna's reception, Anna Mikhailovna returned to Moscow and went straight to her rich relations, the Rostovs, with whom she stayed when in the town, and where her darling Bory, who had only just entered a regiment of the line and was being at once transferred to the Guards as a cornet, had been educated from childhood and lived for years at a time.

The Guards had already left Petersburg on the 10th of August, and her son, who had remained in Moscow for his equipment, was to join them on the march to Radziwillow.

It was St. Natalia's day, and the name day of two of the Rostovs, the mother and the youngest daughter, both named Natalie.

Ever since the morning, carriages with six horses had been coming and going continually, bringing visitors to the Countess Rostova's big house on the Povaskaya, so well known to all Moscow.

The Countess herself and her handsome eldest daughter were in the drawing room with the visitors who came to congratulate and who constantly succeeded one another in relays.

But I hope I have not offended you.

I always make a rule to speak out.

He received, however, no appointment to Kutuzov's staff, despite all Anna Mikhailovna's endeavors and entreaties.

Soon after Anna Pavlovna's reception, Anna Mikhailovna returned to Moscow and went straight to her rich relations, the Rostovs, with whom she stayed when in the town, and where her darling Bory, who had only just entered a regiment of the line and was being at once transferred to the guards as a cornet, had been educated from childhood and lived for years at a time.

The guards had already left Petersburg on the 10th of August, and her son, who had remained in Moscow for his equipment, was to join them on the march to Radzivilov.

It was St. Natalia's Day, and the name day of two of the Rostovs, the mother and the youngest daughter, both named Natalie.

Ever since the morning, carriages with six horses had been coming and going continually, bringing visitors to the Countess Rostova's big house on the Povoskaya, so well known to all Moscow.

The Countess herself and her handsome eldest daughter were in the drawing-room with the visitors who came to congratulate, and who constantly succeeded one another in relays.

But I hope I have not offended you.

I always make a rule to speak out.

The Pavlograd Hussars were stationed two miles from Braunau.

The squadron in which Nicholas Rostov served as a cadet was quartered in the German village of Saltznick.

The best quarters in the village were assigned to cavalry Captain Denisov, the squadron commander, known throughout the whole cavalry division as Vaska Denisov.

Cadet Rostov, ever since he had overtaken the regiment in Poland, had lived with the squadron commander.

Again someone shouted, Stretchers! Four men seized the hussar and began lifting him.

Oh, for Christ's sake, let me alone, cried the wounded man, but still he was lifted and laid on the stretcher.

Nicholas Rostov turned away and, as if searching for something, gazed into the distance at the waters of the Danube, at the sky, and at the sun.

How beautiful the sky looked, how blue, how calm, and how deep.