Natasha's love is persistent, patient every second. Love in the life of Natasha Rostova - essays, abstracts, reports. National and folk traits in the development of Natasha’s character

After the death of Prince Andrei, Natasha Rostova and Princess Marya, united common grief, have become even closer.

They, bent morally and closing their eyes from the menacing cloud of death hanging over them, did not dare to look life in the face. They carefully protected their open wounds from offensive, painful touches... Only the two of them felt neither offensive nor painful. They spoke little to each other. If they talked, it was about the most insignificant subjects. Both of them equally avoided mentioning anything related to the future... But pure, complete sadness is just as impossible as pure and complete joy.

Princess Marya was the first to emerge from her sad state - she had to raise her nephew. Alpatych, having arrived in Moscow on business, invited the princess to move to Moscow, to the Vzdvizhensky house. No matter how hard it was for Princess Marya to leave Natasha, she felt the need to get involved in business, and began to prepare to move to Moscow. Natasha, left alone in her grief, withdrew into herself and began to avoid the princess. Marya invited the Countess to let Natasha go with her to Moscow, and the parents happily agreed. Natasha was becoming weaker every day, and they believed that a change of place would do her good. However, Natasha refused to go with the princess and asked her loved ones to leave her alone. She was convinced that she should remain where Prince Andrei lived out his last days.

At the end of December, in a black woolen dress, with a braid carelessly tied in a bun, thin and pale, Natasha sat with her legs in the corner of the sofa, tensely crumpling and unraveling the ends of her belt, and looked at the corner of the door... She looked at where he had gone, to the other side of life... But at that moment, as the seemingly incomprehensible “...” was revealed to her, with a frightened expression on her face that was not interested in her, the maid Dunyasha entered the room... She heard Dunyasha’s words about Peter Ilyich, about misfortune, but I didn’t understand them...

“What kind of misfortune do they have there, what kind of misfortune can there be? Everything they have is old, familiar and calm,” Natasha mentally said to herself.

When she entered the hall, the father was quickly leaving the countess's room. His face was wrinkled and wet with tears. He apparently ran out of that room to give vent to the sobs that were crushing him. Seeing Natasha, he desperately waved his hands and burst into painful, convulsive sobs that distorted his round, soft face...

Suddenly, like an electric current ran through Natasha’s entire being. Something hit her terribly painfully in the heart. She felt terrible pain; It seemed to her that something was being torn away from her and that she was dying. But following the pain, she immediately felt liberation from the ban on life that lay on her. Seeing her father and hearing her mother’s terrible, rude cry from behind the door, she instantly forgot herself and her grief. She ran up to her father, but he, helplessly waving his hand, pointed to her mother’s door.

The Countess lay on an armchair, stretching out strangely awkwardly, and banging her head against the wall. Sonya and the girls held her hands...

Natasha did not remember how that day, that night, the next day, the next night went. She did not sleep and did not leave her mother. Natasha’s love, persistent, patient, not as an explanation, not as a consolation, but as a call to life, every second seemed to embrace the countess from all sides. On the third night, the Countess fell silent for a few minutes, and Natasha closed her eyes, leaning her head on the arm of the chair. The bed creaked. Natasha opened her eyes. The Countess sat on the bed and spoke quietly...

Natasha, he is gone, no more! - And, hugging her daughter, the countess began to cry for the first time...

Princess Marya postponed her departure. Sonya and the Count tried to replace Natasha, but they could not. They saw that she alone could keep her mother from insane despair. For three weeks Natasha lived hopelessly with her mother, slept on an armchair in her room, gave her water, fed her and talked to her incessantly - she talked because her gentle, caressing voice alone calmed the countess. The mother's mental wound could not be healed. Petya's death took away half of her life. A month after the news of Petya's death, which found her a fresh and cheerful fifty-year-old woman, she left her room half-dead and not taking part in life - an old woman. But the same wound that half killed the Countess, this new wound brought Natasha to life...

She thought her life was over. But suddenly love for her mother showed her that the essence of her life - love - was still alive in her. Love woke up and life woke up.

The new misfortune brought Princess Marya and Natasha even closer together. Postponing her departure, Princess Marya looked after Natasha for three weeks as if she were a sick child.

One day, Princess Marya, in the middle of the day, noticing that Natasha was trembling with a feverish chill, took her to her place and laid her on her bed. Natasha lay down, but when Princess Marya, lowering the curtains, wanted to go out, Natasha called her over.

Natasha lay in bed and in the semi-darkness of the room looked at the face of Princess Marya...

Masha,” she said, timidly pulling her hand towards her. - Masha, don’t think that I’m bad. No? Masha, my dear. How I love you. We will be completely, completely friends.

And Natasha, hugging and kissing the hands and face of Princess Marya. Princess Marya was ashamed and rejoiced at this expression of Natasha’s feelings.

From that day on, that passionate and tender friendship that only happens between women was established between Princess Marya and Natasha. They kissed constantly, spoke tender words to each other and spent most of their time together. If one went out, the other was restless and hurried to join her. The two of them felt greater agreement among themselves than apart, each with herself. A feeling stronger than friendship was established between them: it was an exceptional feeling of the possibility of life only in the presence of each other.

Sometimes they were silent for hours; sometimes, already lying in bed, they began to talk and talked until the morning. They talked mostly about the distant past. Princess Marya talked about her childhood, about her mother, about her father, about her dreams; and Natasha, who had previously turned away with calm incomprehension from this life, devotion, humility, from the poetry of Christian self-sacrifice, now, feeling herself bound by love with Princess Marya, fell in love with Princess Marya’s past and understood a side of life that was previously incomprehensible to her. She did not think of applying humility and self-sacrifice to her life, because she was accustomed to looking for other joys, but she understood and fell in love with this previously incomprehensible virtue in another. For Princess Marya, listening to stories about Natasha’s childhood and early youth, a previously incomprehensible side of life, faith in life, in the pleasures of life, also opened up.

Natasha gradually returned to life, her mental wound was healing.

At the end of January, Princess Marya left for Moscow, and the Count insisted that Natasha go with her in order to consult with doctors about her health.

Many contemporaries and historians blamed Kutuzov for his mistakes and his defeat at Krasnoye and Berezina.

The Emperor was dissatisfied with him... This is not the fate of the great people "...", whom the Russian mind does not recognize, but the fate of those rare, always lonely people who, comprehending the will of Providence, subordinate their personal will to it. The hatred and contempt of the crowd punish these people for their insight into higher laws.

Kutuzov was opposed to going further abroad. He believed that further war was harmful and useless, that he would not give up even one Russian for ten Frenchmen. It was by this that he brought upon himself the disfavor of Alexander and most of the courtiers.

This simple, modest, and therefore truly majestic figure could not fit into that deceitful form of a European hero, ostensibly ruling people, which history had invented. There cannot be a great person for a lackey, because the lackey has his own concept of greatness.

On November 5, the first day of the Battle of Krasnensky, Kutuzov left Krasny and went to Dobroye, where at that moment his main apartment was located.

Not far from Dobry, a huge crowd of ragged prisoners, tied up and wrapped in anything, was buzzing with conversation, standing on the road... As the commander-in-chief approached, the conversation died down, and all eyes stared at Kutuzov “...”, who was slowly moving along the road. One of the generals reported to Kutuzov where the guns and prisoners were taken...

He stopped in front of the Preobrazhensky Regiment, sighed heavily and closed his eyes. Someone from the retinue waved for the soldiers holding the banners to come up and place their flag poles around the commander-in-chief. Kutuzov was silent for a few seconds and, apparently reluctantly, obeying the necessity of his position, raised his head and began to speak. Crowds of officers surrounded him. He looked carefully around the circle of officers, recognizing some of them.

Thank you everyone! - he said, turning to the soldiers and again to the officers. In the silence that reigned around him, his slowly spoken words were clearly audible. - I thank everyone for their difficult and faithful service. The victory is complete, and Russia will not forget you. Glory to you forever!

November 8 is the last day of the Krasnensky battles. Russian troops arrived at their overnight stop when it had already begun to get dark. Having settled down in the forest, the soldiers went about their business.

It would seem that in those almost unimaginably difficult conditions of existence in which Russian soldiers found themselves at that time - without warm boots, without sheepskin coats, without a roof over their heads, in the snow at 18° below zero, without even the full amount of provisions, it would not always be possible to keeping up with the army - it seemed that the soldiers should have presented the saddest and most depressing sight.

On the contrary, never, in the best material conditions, has the army presented a more cheerful, lively spectacle. This happened because every day everything that began to despondency or weaken was thrown out of the army. Everything that was physically and morally weak had long been left behind: only one color of the army remained - in terms of strength of spirit and body.

Two ragged figures appeared from the direction of the forest.

These were two Frenchmen hiding in the forest. Hoarsely saying something in a language incomprehensible to the soldiers, they approached the fire. One was taller, wearing an officer's hat, and seemed completely weakened. Approaching the fire, he wanted to sit down, but fell to the ground. The other, small, stocky soldier with a scarf tied around his cheeks, was stronger. He raised his comrade and, pointing to his mouth, said something. The soldiers surrounded the French, laid out an overcoat for the sick man, and brought porridge and vodka to both of them.

The weakened French officer was Rambal; tied with a scarf is his orderly Morel.

The soldiers carried the weakened Rambal to the hut, and Morel was seated by the fire and fed. When the tipsy Frenchman, with one arm around the neck of a Russian soldier, began to sing a French song, the Russians, trying to imitate, began to sing along in French.

On November 29, Kutuzov entered Vilna - his good Vilna, as he said. Kutuzov was governor of Vilna twice during his service. In the rich, surviving Vilna, in addition to the comforts of life that he had been deprived of for so long, Kutuzov found old friends and memories. And he, suddenly turning away from all military and state concerns, plunged into a smooth, familiar life as much as he was given peace by the passions seething around him, as if everything that was happening now and was about to happen in historical world, didn't concern him at all...

In Vilna, Kutuzov, contrary to the will of the sovereign, stopped most of the troops. Kutuzov, as his close associates said, had become unusually depressed and physically weakened during his stay in Vilna. He was reluctant to deal with the affairs of the army, leaving everything to his generals and, while waiting for the sovereign, indulged in an absent-minded life...

The Emperor arrived in Vilna on December 11th and drove straight up to the castle in a road sleigh. At the castle, despite severe frost, there were about a hundred generals and staff officers in full dress uniform and an honor guard of the Semenovsky regiment.

A minute later, the thick, large figure of an old man, in full dress uniform, with all the regalia covering his chest, and his belly pulled up by a scarf, pumping, came out onto the porch. Kutuzov put his hat on the front, took gloves in his hands and sideways, stepping down the steps with difficulty, stepped down from them and took in his hand the report prepared for submission to the sovereign... The Emperor quickly glanced at Kutuzov from head to toe, frowned for a moment, but immediately Having overcome himself, he approached and, spreading his arms, hugged the old general. Again, according to the old, familiar impression and in relation to his sincere thoughts, this hug, as usual, had an effect on Kutuzov: he sobbed...

Left alone with the field marshal, the sovereign expressed his displeasure to him for the slowness of the pursuit, for the mistakes in Krasnoye and on the Berezina, and conveyed his thoughts about the future campaign abroad. Kutuzov made no objections or comments. The same submissive and meaningless expression with which, seven years ago, he listened to the orders of the sovereign on the Field of Austerlitz, was now established on his face.

Alexander awarded Kutuzov Georgy of the first degree, but everyone understood perfectly well that this procedure only meant maintaining decency, that in fact “the old man is guilty and no good.” The Emperor was also dissatisfied with Kutuzov because the commander-in-chief did not understand why it was necessary to go to Europe, pointing out that it would be very difficult to recruit new troops, and openly stated the difficult situation of the population.

In this state of affairs, Kutuzov was “a hindrance and a brake on the upcoming war.” To eliminate clashes with the old man, the headquarters was reorganized, all of Kutuzov’s power was destroyed and transferred to the sovereign. Rumors spread that the field marshal's health was very bad.

The representative of the Russian people, after the enemy was destroyed, Russia was liberated and placed on the highest level of its glory, the Russian person, as a Russian, had nothing more to do. Representative people's war there was nothing left but death.

And Kutuzov died.

Pierre, after being released from captivity, came to Oryol, on the third day after his arrival he fell ill and, due to illness, stayed in Oryol for three months.

He suffered from, as the doctors say, bilious fever. Despite the fact that the doctors treated him, bled him and gave him medicine to drink, he still recovered...

Everything that happened to Pierre from the time of his liberation until his illness left almost no impression on him. He remembered only grey, gloomy, sometimes rainy, sometimes snowy weather, internal physical melancholy, pain in his legs, in his side; remembered the general impression of misfortune and suffering of people; he remembered the curiosity that disturbed him from the officers and generals who questioned him, his efforts to find a carriage and horses, and, most importantly, he remembered his inability to think and feel at that time. On the day of his release, he saw the corpse of Petya Rostov. On the same day, he learned that Prince Andrei had been alive for more than a month after the Battle of Borodino and had only recently died in Yaroslavl, in the Rostov house. And on the same day, Denisov, who reported this news to Pierre, between the conversation mentioned the death of Helen, suggesting that Pierre had known this for a long time.

While recovering, Pierre gradually got used to his old life. But in his dreams, for a long time he saw himself in the same conditions of captivity. Little by little, Pierre began to understand the news that he learned after his release from captivity: the death of Prince Andrei, the death of his wife, the destruction of the French.

A joyful feeling of freedom - that complete, inalienable, inherent freedom of man, the consciousness of which he first experienced at his first rest stop, when leaving Moscow, filled Pierre's soul during his recovery. He was surprised that this internal freedom, independent of external circumstances, now seemed to be abundantly, luxuriously furnished with external freedom. He was alone in a strange city, without acquaintances. Nobody demanded anything from him; they didn't send him anywhere. He had everything he wanted; The thought of his wife that had always tormented him before was no longer there, since she was no longer there...

The very thing that tormented him before, what he was constantly looking for, the purpose of life, now did not exist for him. It was no accident that this sought-after goal of life did not exist for him at the present moment, but he felt that it did not and could not exist. And it was this lack of purpose that gave him that complete, joyful consciousness of freedom, which at that time constituted his happiness.

He could not have a goal, because he now had faith - not faith in some rules, or words, or thoughts, but faith in a living, always felt God. Previously, he sought it for the purposes that he set for himself. This search for a goal was only a search for God; and suddenly he learned in his captivity, not in words, not by reasoning, but by direct feeling, what his nanny had told him for a long time: that God is here, here, everywhere. In captivity, he learned that God in Karataev is greater, infinite and incomprehensible than in the Architect of the universe recognized by the Freemasons. He experienced the feeling of a man who had found what he was looking for under his feet, while he strained his vision, looking far away from himself. All his life he looked somewhere there, over the heads of the people around him, but he should not have strained his eyes, but only looked in front of him...

Pierre has hardly changed in his external techniques. He looked exactly the same as he had been before. Just as before, he was distracted and seemed preoccupied not with what was in front of his eyes, but with something special of his own. The difference between his previous and present state was that before, when he forgot what was in front of him, what was said to him, he, wrinkling his forehead in pain, seemed to be trying and could not see something far removed from him. him. Now he also forgot what was said to him and what was in front of him; but now, with a barely noticeable, seemingly mocking, smile, he peered at what was in front of him, listened to what was being said to him, although he obviously saw and heard something completely different. Before he seemed though kind person, but unhappy; and therefore people involuntarily moved away from him. Now a smile of the joy of life constantly played around his mouth, and his eyes shone with concern for people - the question: are they as happy as he is? And people were pleased in his presence...

Before, he talked a lot, got excited when he spoke, and listened little; Now he rarely got carried away in conversation and knew how to listen so that people willingly told him their most intimate secrets...

The eldest princess, the daughter of Kirill Vladimirovich Bezukhov, who never loved Pierre, specially came to Oryol to look after him. She noticed that Pierre had changed a lot. The doctor who treated Pierre spent hours with him, telling stories from his practice, sharing observations on the morals of his patients.

In the last days of Pierre's stay in Oryol, an old acquaintance came to see him - the Freemason Count Villarsky (one of those who introduced him to the lodge in 1807). He was glad to meet Pierre, but soon noticed that Bezukhov “lagged behind real life and fell into apathy and selfishness.” Pierre, looking at Villarsky, was surprised that not long ago he was the same.

The manager who came to Pierre reported to him about the losses, noting that if he does not restore the Moscow houses that burned down during the fire and refuses to pay Helen’s debts, then his income will not only not decrease, but will even increase. However, after receiving letters about his wife’s debts after some time, Pierre realized that the manager’s plan was incorrect, his wife’s debts needed to be dealt with and, in addition, it was necessary to build in Moscow. Pierre realized that his income would decrease significantly, but he understood that this was necessary.

Meanwhile, people were returning to Moscow, destroyed by the enemy, from all sides, united by a common desire to restore the capital.

At the end of January, Pierre arrived in Moscow and settled in the surviving outbuilding. He went to see Count Rastopchin and some acquaintances who had returned to Moscow, and was planning to go to St. Petersburg on the third day. Everyone celebrated the victory; everything was seething with life in the ruined and reviving capital. Everyone was happy to see Pierre; everyone wanted to see him, and everyone asked him about what he had seen. Pierre felt especially friendly towards all the people he met; but now he involuntarily kept himself on guard with all people, so as not to tie himself to anything. He answered all questions that were put to him, whether important or most insignificant, with the same vagueness; Did they ask him: where will he live? will it be built? when is he going to St. Petersburg and will he undertake to carry the box? - he answered: yes, maybe, I think, etc.

On the third day of his arrival, Pierre learned from the Drubetskys that Princess Marya was in Moscow, and went to see her.

In the most serious mood, Pierre drove up to the old prince's house. This house survived. Traces of destruction were visible in it, but the character of the house was the same...

A few minutes later the waiter and Desalles came out to see Pierre. Desalles, on behalf of the princess, told Pierre that she was very glad to see him and asked, if he would excuse her for her impudence, to go upstairs to her rooms.

In a low room, lit by one candle, the princess and someone else were sitting with her, in a black dress. Pierre remembered that the princess always had companions with her. Who these companions were and what they were like, Pierre did not know and did not remember. “This is one of the companions,” he thought, looking at the lady in a black dress.

The princess quickly stood up to meet him and extended her hand.

Yes,” she said, peering into his changed face after he kissed her hand, “this is how you and I meet.” They lately often talked about you,” she said, turning her eyes from Pierre to her companion with a shyness that struck Pierre for a moment.

I was so glad to hear about your salvation. This was the only good news we received for a long time. - Again, even more restlessly, the princess looked back at her companion and wanted to say something; but Pierre interrupted her.

“You can imagine that I knew nothing about him,” he said. - I thought he was killed. Everything I learned, I learned from others, through third hands. I only know that he ended up with the Rostovs... What a fate!

Pierre spoke quickly and animatedly. He looked once at the face of his companion, saw a carefully, tenderly curious gaze fixed on him, and, as often happens during a conversation, for some reason he felt that this companion in a black dress was a sweet, kind, nice creature who would not interfere his intimate conversation with Princess Marya.

But when he said last words About the Rostovs, the confusion in the face of Princess Marya was expressed even more strongly. She again ran her eyes from Pierre’s face to the face of the lady in a black dress and said:

Don't you recognize it?

Pierre looked again at the pale, thin face of his companion, with black eyes and a strange mouth. Something dear, long forgotten and more than sweet looked at him from those attentive eyes.

“But no, this can’t be,” he thought. - Is this a stern, thin and pale, aged face? It can't be her. This is just a memory of that.”

But at this time Princess Marya said: “Natasha.” And the face, with attentive eyes, with difficulty, with effort, like a rusty door opening, smiled, and from this open door suddenly it smelled and doused Pierre with that long-forgotten happiness, which, especially now, he did not think about. It smelled, engulfed and swallowed him all up. When she smiled, there could no longer be any doubt: it was Natasha, and he loved her.

In the very first minute, Pierre involuntarily told both her, Princess Marya, and, most importantly, himself a secret unknown to him. He blushed joyfully and painfully. He wanted to hide his excitement. But the more he wanted to hide it, the more clearly - more clearly than in the most definite words - he told himself, and her, and Princess Marya that he loved her...

Pierre did not notice Natasha, because he did not expect to see her here, but he did not recognize her because the change that had happened in her since he had not seen her was enormous. She lost weight and became pale. But this was not what made her unrecognizable: she could not be recognized in the first minute when he entered, because on this face, in whose eyes before there had always shone a hidden smile of the joy of life, now, when he entered and looked at her for the first time, there was no there was a hint of a smile; there were only eyes, attentive, kind and sadly questioning.

Pierre's embarrassment did not affect Natasha with embarrassment, but only with pleasure, which subtly illuminated her entire face.

Princess Marya told Pierre about last days brother Pierre's embarrassment gradually disappeared, but he felt that at the same time his freedom was disappearing.

He felt that over his every word and action there was now a judge, a court that was dearer to him than the court of all people in the world. He spoke now and, along with his words, reflected on the impression that his words made on Natasha. He did not deliberately say anything that might please her; but, no matter what he said, he judged himself from her point of view...

At dinner, Princess Marya asked Pierre to tell about himself.

And I became three times richer,” said Pierre. Pierre, despite the fact that his wife’s debts and the need for buildings changed his affairs, continued to say that he had become three times richer.

What I have undoubtedly won,” he said, “is freedom...” he began seriously; but decided not to continue, noticing that it was too selfish a subject of conversation...

That day, Pierre could not fall asleep for a long time, he thought about Natasha, about Andrei, about their love, and “either he was jealous of her for the past, then he reproached her, then he forgave himself for it.” From that time on, Pierre often visited Princess Marya and Natasha and postponed his departure to St. Petersburg. One evening, Pierre turned to Princess Marya with a request to help him explain things to Natasha. He admitted that he loved her very much, but could not bring himself to ask for her hand. However, the thought that she could become his wife and that he might miss this opportunity haunted him.

“It’s impossible to tell her now,” Princess Marya still said.

But what should I do?

Entrust this to me,” said Princess Marya. - I know...

Pierre looked into Princess Marya's eyes.

Well, well... - he said.

“I know that she loves... will love you,” Princess Marya corrected herself.

Before she had time to say these words, Pierre jumped up and, with a frightened face, grabbed Princess Marya by the hand.

Why do you think? Do you think I can hope? You think?!

Yes, I think so,” said Princess Marya, smiling. - Write to your parents. And instruct me. I'll tell her when it's possible. I wish this. And my heart feels that this will happen.

No, it can't be! How happy I am! But this cannot be... How happy I am! No, it can't be! - Pierre said, kissing the hands of Princess Marya.

You go to St. Petersburg; this is better. “And I’ll write to you,” she said.

To St. Petersburg? Drive? Okay, yes, let's go. But can I come to you tomorrow?

The next day Pierre came to say goodbye. Natasha was less animated than in previous days; but on this day, sometimes looking into her eyes, Pierre felt that he was disappearing, that neither he nor she was any more, but there was only a feeling of happiness.

“Really? No, it can’t be,” he said to himself with every look, gesture, and word that filled his soul with joy...

When, saying goodbye to her, he took her thin, thin hand, he involuntarily held it in his a little longer.

“Is this hand, this face, these eyes, all this alien treasure of feminine charm, will it all be forever mine, familiar, the same as I am to myself? No, it’s impossible!..”

Farewell, Count,” she told him loudly. “I’ll be waiting for you,” she added in a whisper.

And these simple words, the look and facial expression that accompanied them, for two months formed the subject of Pierre's inexhaustible memories, explanations and happy dreams. “I will be waiting for you very much... Yes, yes, as she said? Yes, I will be waiting for you very much. Oh, how happy I am! What is this, how happy I am!” - Pierre said to himself...

For Pierre it was a time of “happy madness.” He had never experienced such a feeling before. The whole meaning of life now seemed to him to be concentrated in love. When they discussed state or political issues in his presence or offered to serve, he surprised people with strange remarks.

Natasha had a presentiment that Pierre should propose to her. When Princess Marya told her that Pierre had asked for her hand, “a joyful, and at the same time pitiful, asking for forgiveness for her joy, expression settled on Natasha’s face.” But when she learned that Pierre was going to St. Petersburg, she was very surprised.

To St. Petersburg? - she repeated, as if not understanding. But, looking at the sad expression on Princess Marya’s face, she guessed the reason for her sadness and suddenly began to cry. “Marie,” she said, “teach me what to do.” I'm afraid of being bad. Whatever you say, I will do; teach me...

Do you love him?

Yes,” Natasha whispered.

What are you crying about? “I’m happy for you,” said Princess Marya, having completely forgiven Natasha’s joy for these tears...

Leo Nikolayevich Tolstoy's novel "War and Peace" talks about much of what we have to face in life. real life. This includes friendship, betrayal, the search for the meaning of life, death, war, and, of course, love. Everyone chooses for themselves what the writer wanted to say in the first place. But personally, it seems to me that love is one of the main themes of the novel.

This is also supported by the fact that Natasha Rostova, the living embodiment of this feeling, is rightfully considered Tolstoy’s favorite heroine. For the first time in the novel we meet her at her name day. We see a young, energetic, cheerful, with charming eyes and at the same time ugly thirteen-year-old girl. Here her behavior is simple and clear, and this simplicity attracts other people. All the splendor of Natasha is visible at her first ball. We notice that all her actions come from herself, and she does not worry about what others think of her. Natasha is a child. She is a living girl with her own strengths and weaknesses. Natasha lives a busy life, is happy and sad, laughs and cries. “She was at that sweet age when a girl is no longer a child, and a child is not yet a girl.”

Soon Natasha is growing up, and now she is engaged to Andrei Bolkonsky. It seems that she is about to find her happiness in her marriage to Andrei, but his departure from St. Petersburg destroys all these hopes. “The essence of her life is love,” said Tolstoy. And Natasha cannot live a year without her loved one, without constant and necessary replenishment of love. Therefore, it becomes clear why she, having become carried away by Anatoly Kuragin, decides to run away with him. The desire to love and be loved guides all her actions. But this only leads to a break with Andrei, to deep emotional experiences of the heroine.

And yet Natasha remained herself and did not lose her individuality. It is she who is able to support her mother, distraught with grief after Petya’s death. “She did not sleep and did not leave her mother. Natasha’s love, persistent, patient, not as an explanation, not as a consolation, but as a call to life every second, as if it hugged the countess from all sides.” Natasha is a person, she loves people and is ready to make any sacrifice for them. Let's remember the scene when she removes things from the carts because of the wounded, whom she does not want to leave to their fate. Her seemingly insane act is understandable to people who know her better.

The dying Andrei was also riding in the Rostov convoy in his carriage. The meeting with him, the deep grief that Natasha experienced due to the state of terrible guilt in front of her loved one, the sleepless nights she spent at the bedside of the patient, showed how much courage and firmness in misfortune and suffering lay hidden in the soul of this fragile girl. The death of Andrei, all the hardships that befell the Rostov family during the War of 1812, had a very strong effect on Natasha.

In her years, she became a mature woman, courageous, independent, but still sensitive and loving. Pierre Bezukhov, who returned from captivity, does not even recognize her. But then, seeing in her all the qualities that he himself had cultivated in himself through long searches, Pierre decides to marry Natasha. This marriage of two spiritually close people became for both the goal to which they had been moving for so long and for which, according to Tolstoy, they were born into the world.

After marriage, family becomes the only meaning of life for Natasha. From Natasha comes the energy of liberation from everything false and false. Fake secular society alien to Natasha (after marriage she practically ceases to be in society). Only through love for Pierre and finding a family does Rostov finally find peace. Tolstoy emphasizes that happiness is not given by nature, it must be earned by the spiritual work that is so valued in people. That is why Natasha deserved happiness, because happiness, true beauty and love are three inseparable things.

“Love your neighbors, love your enemies. Love everything - love God in all his manifestations,” - this is the truly Christian thesis to which the author leads his favorite heroes. Natasha Rostova - the brightest female image novel - follows this statement all his life. Love for people and the world around us is an integral part of it. Therefore, L.N. Tolstoy, rather, does not lead to this thesis, but with its help leads readers to it.

Why is the love of the heroes in the story by I.A. Bunin's "Clean Monday" is called "strange"? - -
Why is love in the image of I.A. Is Bunina tragic? - -
What does A.P. invest? Chekhov’s concept of the “case” of life? (based on the story “The Man in the Case”) - -
How do the dreams that Raskolnikov sees relate to the main events of the hero’s spiritual life? (based on the novel by F.M. Dostoevsky “Crime and Punishment”) - -

1. Meet Natasha.

2. Fullness of life, poetic nature, heightened sensitivity, attentiveness.

3. National, folk traits in the development of Natasha’s character.

4. Expensive testing costs.

5. Natasha is the embodiment of love.

6. Happiness.

Meet Natasha.

At the beginning we see a thirteen-year-old girl “a dark-eyed, big-mouthed, ugly, but lively girl... she was at that sweet age when a girl is no longer a child, and a child is not yet a girl” .

Fullness of life, poetic nature, heightened sensitivity, attentiveness.

Natasha is full of external and internal movement. Such a stormy life manifests itself in her when we meet her in Otradnoye: “... Look, what a beauty! Oh, how lovely!”. Before our eyes, Natasha is growing, gradually revealing other traits of her character. Growing up, she turns into a charming girl, captivating everyone with her cheerfulness and spontaneity. The secret of this charm lies in the richness of her nature, in her “overwhelmed by life” .

National, folk traits in the development of Natasha’s character.

Natasha is a noblewoman, an aristocrat. Of her family, she is the most endowed “the ability to sense shades of intonation in glances and facial expressions”. With all her being she is close to the people and their poetry.

“Natasha threw off the scarf that was draped over her, ran ahead of her uncle and, putting her hands on her hips, made a movement with her shoulders and stood.

Where, how, when did this countess, raised by a French emigrant, suck into herself from that Russian air that she breathed, this spirit, where did she get these techniques... But these spirits and techniques were the same, inimitable, unstudied, which and her uncle was waiting for her”. This Russian dance reflected Natasha’s love for everything folk, as well as her Russian talent, the artistry of her nature.

“People gathered around Natasha and until then could not believe the strange order that she conveyed, until the count himself, in the name of his wife, confirmed the order that all carts should be given to the wounded, and chests should be taken to storerooms.”. Tolstoy considers this act of Natasha during her departure from Moscow to be as important as the actions of the soldiers, but he is afraid to call this act patriotic.

Expensive testing price.

Natasha is the embodiment of love.

“The essence of her life is love?”. This had a particularly strong impact when news of Petya’s death was received. “She didn’t sleep and didn’t leave her mother’s side. Natasha’s love, persistent, patient, not as an explanation, not as a consolation, but as a call to life every second, seemed to embrace the countess from all sides.” .

In the epilogue we see Natasha married. And here, says Tolstoy, she found herself, her place in life. She has changed a lot compared to the girlish couple of her life: “Her facial features were defined and had expressions of calm softness and clarity.”, but she didn’t have that fire of revival.

All her interests are focused on her home, husband, children. There is no life for her outside this circle.

I admire her, her talent, her sensitivity and subtle intuition, her wealth spiritual qualities, her soul and “spiritual openness”, because the soul is the most important thing in a person.

In addition to the general feeling of alienation from all people, Natasha at this time experienced a special feeling of alienation from her family. All her own: father, mother, Sonya, were so close to her, familiar, so everyday that all their words and feelings seemed to her an insult to the world in which she had lived lately, and she was not only indifferent, but looked at them with hostility . She heard Dunyasha’s words about Pyotr Ilyich, about misfortune, but did not understand them. “What kind of misfortune do they have there, what kind of misfortune can there be? Everything they have is old, familiar and calm,” Natasha mentally told herself. When she entered the hall, the father was quickly leaving the countess's room. His face was wrinkled and wet with tears. He apparently ran out of that room to give vent to the sobs that were crushing him. Seeing Natasha, he desperately waved his hands and burst into painful, convulsive sobs that distorted his round, soft face. - Pe... Petya... Come, come, she... she... is calling... - And he, sobbing like a child, quickly mincing with weakened legs, walked up to the chair and fell almost on it, covering his face hands. Suddenly, like an electric current ran through Natasha’s entire being. Something hit her terribly painfully in the heart. She felt terrible pain; It seemed to her that something was being torn away from her and that she was dying. But following the pain, she felt an instant release from the ban on life that lay on her. Seeing her father and hearing her mother’s terrible, rude cry from behind the door, she instantly forgot herself and her grief. She ran up to her father, but he, helplessly waving his hand, pointed to her mother’s door. Princess Marya, pale, with a trembling lower jaw, came out of the door and took Natasha by the hand, saying something to her. Natasha didn’t see or hear her. She entered the door with quick steps, stopped for a moment, as if in a struggle with herself, and ran up to her mother. The Countess lay on an armchair, stretching out strangely awkwardly, and banging her head against the wall. Sonya and the girls held her hands. “Natasha, Natasha!..” shouted the countess. - It’s not true, it’s not true... He’s lying... Natasha! - she screamed, pushing those around her away. - Go away, everyone, it’s not true! Killed!.. ha-ha-ha-ha!.. not true! Natasha knelt on the chair, bent over her mother, hugged her, unexpected force picked her up, turned her face towards him and pressed herself against her. - Mama!.. darling!.. I’m here, my friend. “Mama,” she whispered to her, without stopping for a second. She did not let her mother go, gently struggled with her, demanded a pillow, water, unbuttoned and tore her mother’s dress. “My friend, my dear... mamma, darling,” she whispered incessantly, kissing her head, hands, face and feeling how uncontrollably her tears flowed in streams, tickling her nose and cheeks. The Countess squeezed her daughter's hand, closed her eyes and fell silent for a moment. Suddenly she stood up with unusual speed, looked around senselessly and, seeing Natasha, began squeezing her head with all her might. Then she turned her face, wrinkled in pain, towards her and peered at it for a long time. “Natasha, you love me,” she said in a quiet, trusting whisper. - Natasha, won’t you deceive me? Will you tell me the whole truth? Natasha looked at her with tear-filled eyes, and in her face there was only a plea for forgiveness and love. “My friend, mamma,” she repeated, straining all the strength of her love in order to somehow relieve her of the excess grief that was oppressing her. And again, in a powerless struggle with reality, the mother, refusing to believe that she could live when her beloved boy, blooming with life, was killed, fled from reality in a world of madness. Natasha did not remember how that day, that night, the next day, the next night went. She did not sleep and did not leave her mother. Natasha’s love, persistent, patient, not as an explanation, not as a consolation, but as a call to life, every second seemed to embrace the countess from all sides. On the third night, the Countess fell silent for a few minutes, and Natasha closed her eyes, leaning her head on the arm of the chair. The bed creaked. Natasha opened her eyes. The Countess sat on the bed and spoke quietly. - I'm so glad you came. Are you tired, do you want some tea? - Natasha approached her. “You have become prettier and more mature,” the countess continued, taking her daughter by the hand. - Mama, what are you saying!.. - Natasha, he’s gone, no more! - And, hugging her daughter, the countess began to cry for the first time.

Plan.

Meet Natasha.
Expensive testing price.
Natasha is the embodiment of love.
Happiness.
Conclusion.

Meet Natasha.

At the beginning we see a thirteen-year-old girl “a dark-eyed, big-mouthed, ugly, but lively girl... she was at that sweet age when a girl is no longer a child, and a child is not yet a girl”.

Fullness of life, poetic nature, heightened sensitivity, attentiveness.

National, folk traits in the development of Natasha’s character.

“Natasha threw off the scarf that was draped over her, ran ahead of her uncle and, putting her hands on her hips, made a movement with her shoulders and stood.

Expensive testing price.

Natasha is the embodiment of love.

Happiness.

All her interests are focused on her home, husband, children. There is no life for her outside this circle.

Conclusion.

I admire her, her talent, her sensitivity and subtle intuition, the wealth of her spiritual qualities, her soul and “spiritual openness”, because the soul is the most important thing in a person.