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149 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1855
Tomorrow, perhaps even this very day, each one of these men will go proudly and cheerfully to his death, and will die with calm and fortitude; under these conditions, which appal even the most detached of sensibilties and are characterized by a total absence of the human and of any prospect of salvation, the only relief is that of oblivion, the annihilation of consciousness. Buried in each man's soul lies the noble spark that will make a hero of him; but this spark grows weary of burning brightly all the time — when the fateful moment arrives, however, it will leap up like a flame and illuminate great deeds.

On leaving this house of pain you will certainly experience a feeling of relief, you will take deep breaths of the fresh air and rejoice in the consciousness of our own sound health; but the contemplation of those sufferings will make you aware of your own insignificance, and you will proceed calmly and unhesitatingly to the bastion.Having read so many WWI novels, I am not unaccustomed to reading about horrific war scenes. As much as Tolstoy wanted this to be anti-war, he did not do a good job of making the horrors of this war real enough. He did do a good job of showing how many personalities make up a fighting force and this was the strongest element of this title. Still, that wasn't enough to endear me. It did add to my knowledge, which is always a good thing, and for that I'm glad I read it. However, there were several sections when I questioned my choice, so that I cannot give it more than 3 stars.
"What are the sufferings and death of an insignificant worm like myself compared with so many deaths and so much suffering?"
«Aquí verá un espantoso espectáculo que conmueve el alma y contemplará la guerra no con su alineamiento ordenado, bello y brillante, con su música y redoblar de tambores, con sus banderas ondeando y con sus generales a caballo, sino la guerra en su verdadera expresión, con sangre, dolor y muerte...»
«En toda la línea de los bastiones de Sevastópol, en los que había bullido tantos meses una vida extraordinaria y enérgica, que había contemplado tantos meses morir a los héroes, y después de éstos a otros, que tantos meses habían suscitado el miedo, el odio y, por fin, la admiración del enemigo: en los bastiones de Sevastópol ya no había nadie.»