And what if there were nothing left but to die? Well, if I have to, I will die as bravely as anyone.
All ideas that have momentous consequences are always simple. My idea is that ifevil men are linked with one another and are thereby made strong, then honest men, too, must do likewise. It's as simple as that.
Ah, here's an oak.
«Spring. And love. And happiness. Haven't you grown weary of this foolish, senseless illusion? Over and over again, and all sheer illusion. There is no spring, no sun, no happiness. I don't believe in your hopes and illusions».
— It is right, that oak, right a thousand times. Let the young and the naive give themselves over to this fraud. But we know what life is. Our lives are over. I must live out my days without malice, without excitement, without desire.
Yes, but if I had it in my power, I would do one thing. I would take no prisoners. The French destroyed my home and mean to destroy Moscow. They have insulted me and continue to insult me every second. They are my enemies. They are criminals. Timokhin thinks as I do. The whole army too. We must punish them. They plunder and kill our children. How can we talk about rules of war and mercy? We must take no prisoners, but kill and be prepared to die. War is not about decency. It is the lowest thing men stoop to. One must realize this and not make a game out of war. War is a dreadful necessity. Cast off the lies and see war as war. It is no game.
But if you have a spark of conscience... Amuse yourself with women like my wife. There, you're within you're rights. They know what you want of them. They are armed against you by the same experience of debauchery. But to promise an innocent girl to marry her... To deceive, to abduct her. Don't you understand that's as despicable as beating an old woman or a child?
Now, brothers, I know it's hard on you. But there's nothing we can do. Be patient. It will soon be over. We'll see our guests out, and then we shall rest. It's hard on you, but you're at home. But for them? You see what they've come to. Worse than the lowliest beggars. When they were strong, we didn't spare ourselves. But now, we can spare them. They're human beings too. Right, lads? But after all is said and done, who asked them to come here? It serves them right to have their snouts pushed into the mud.
And blessed be the people who in the hour of trial, without asking how others, acting by the rules, behaved in similar circumstances, simply and easily raise the first cudgel that falls into their hands and smite with it until the feelings of resentment and revenge in their souls change to scorn and pity.
— Success does not depend on positions or weapons nor even the number of men.
— Then on what?
— It depends on the feeling within me, within him, within every soldier. Why did we lose at Austerlitz? Positions? Nonsense. That's not the point. We had no right to be there. We were in a hurry to leave the battlefield. What will happen to us tomorrow? To me, tomorrow will be simple. 100,000 Russian soldiers and 100,000 French soldiers will meet in combat. Those 200,000 are going to fight. The side that is fiercest and spares itself least is the side that will win. Tomorrow, whatever the circumstances, we are certain to win.
And so, gentlemen, it is left to me to pay for the broken pots.