"..the breeze had dropped...the night was still.."

Today's passage from Tolstoi’s, “War and Peace”, in my opinion, exemplify the eloquence and depth found in the writings of Tolstoi and many of his contemporaries.

“ With the setting of the sun the breeze had dropped. The night was still and cool. Towards midnight the voices began to die down, a cock crowed, the full moon began to rise from behind the lime-trees, a fresh white, dewy mist rose from the ground and quiet reigned over the village and the house. One after another, pictures of the recent past—of her father’s illness and last moments—came into her mind. With melancholy pleasure she dwelt on these images, repelling with horror only the last one, the vision of his death, which she felt she had not the courage to contemplate even in imagination at this still and mystic hour of the night.”

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