The Sebastopol Sketches Quotes

“You understand that the feeling which makes them work is not a feeling of pettiness, ambition, forgetfulness, which you have yourself experienced, but a different sentiment, one more powerful, and one which has made of them men who live with their ordinary composure under the fire of cannon, amid hundreds of chances of death, instead of the one to which all men are subject who live under these conditions amid incessant labor, poverty, and dirt. Men will not accept these frightful conditions for the sake of a cross or a title, nor because of threats ; there must be another lofty incentive as a cause, and this cause is the feeling which rarely appears, of which a Russian is ashamed, that which lies at the bottom of each man's soul — love for his country.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches

“Vanity ! vanity ! and vanity everywhere, even on the brink of the grave, and among men ready to die for the highest convictions. Vanity ! It must be that it is a characteristic trait, and a peculiar malady of our century. Why was nothing ever heard among the men of former days, of this passion, any more than of the small-pox or the cholera ? Why did Homer and Shakspeare talk of love, of glory, of suffering, while the literature of our age is nothing but an endless narrative of snobs and vanity ?”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches

“... either the war is insanity, or the people, if they do this insanity, aren't not at all reasonable creatures, as some might , for some reason, think.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches

“... questions which weren't solved by diplomats, would be less solved with powder and blood.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches

“The doctors are busy with the repulsive but beneficent work of amputation. You see the sharp, curved knife enter the healthy, white body, you see the wounded man suddenly regain consciousness with a piercing cry and curses, you see the army surgeon fling the amputated arm into a corner, you see another wounded man, lying in a litter in the same apartment, shrink convulsively and groan as he gazes at the operation upon his comrade, not so much from physical pain as from the moral torture of anticipation. — You behold the frightful, soul-stirring scenes; you behold war, not from its conventional, beautiful, and brilliant side, with music and drum-beat, with fluttering flags and galloping generals, but you behold war in its real phase — in blood, in suffering, in death.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches

“Cor, what a godawful stink!” That was all that remained of this man in the land of the living.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches

“At the moment when you know that the projectile is flying towards you, it will infallibly occur to you that this shot will kill you; but the feeling of self-love upholds you, and no one perceives the knife which is cutting your heart. But when the shot has flown past without touching you, you grow animated, and a certain cheerful, inexpressibly pleasant feeling overpowers you, but only for a moment, so that you discover a peculiar sort of charm in danger, in this game of life and death, you want cannon-balls or bombs to strike nearer to you.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches

“A little further on, you see an old soldier changing his linen. His face and body are of a sort of cinnamon-brown color, and gaunt as a skeleton. He has no arm at all; it has been cut off at the shoulder. He is sitting with a wideawake air, he puts himself to rights ; but you see, by his dull, corpse-like gaze, his frightful gaunt-ness, and the wrinkles on his face, that he is a being who has suffered for the best part of his life.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches

“He is a blond man with pale, swollen face. He is lying on his back, with his left arm thrown out, in a position which is expressive of cruel suffering. His parched, open mouth with difficulty emits his stertorous breathing ; his blue, leaden eyes are rolled up, and from beneath the wadded coverlet the remains of his right arm, enveloped in bandages, protrude. The oppressive odor of a corpse strikes you forcibly, and the consuming, internal fire which has penetrated every limb of the sufferer seems to penetrate you also.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches

“Vous êtes blessé?” Napoleon had asked him.
“Je vous demande pardon, sire, je suis tué,” the adjutant had replied. And with these words he had fallen from his horse and had died instantly.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches

“Герой же моей повести, которого я люблю всеми силами души, которого старался воспроизвести во всей красоте его и который всегда был, есть и будет прекрасен, – правда.
("Севастопольские рассказы", Л.Н. Толстой)”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches

“... you'll see awful scenes, which shake the soul, you'' see the war, not in correctly, beautifully likable line with music and drums, with raised flags and proudly generals on horses, but in its true image - in blood, sufferings and death.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches

“persona che non avverte in sé la forza di imporre la stima con la propria dignità, ha una istintiva paura di avvicinarsi agli inferiori di grado e si sforza, ostentando un’aria di importanza, di allontanare da sé ogni critica. I subordinati, vedendo soltanto questo aspetto esteriore ch’è per loro offensivo, non scorgono in ciò, e nella maggior parte dei casi ingiustamente, nulla di buono.”
― Leo Tolstoy, I racconti di Sebastopoli

“На дне души каждого лежит та благородная искра, которая сделает из него героя; но искра эта устает гореть ярко, – придет роковая минута, она вспыхнет пламенем и осветит великие дела.
("Севастопольские рассказы", Л.Н. Толстой)”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches

“Он был не из тех, которые живут так-то и делают то-то, а не делают того-то потому, что так живут и делают другие: он делал все, что ему хотелось, а другие уже делали то же самое и были уверены, что это хорошо.
("Севастопольские рассказы", Л.Н. Толстой)”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches

“Может быть, то, что я сказал, принадлежит к одной из тех злых истин, которые, бессознательно таясь в душе каждого, не должны быть высказываемы, чтобы не сделаться вредными, как осадок вина, который не надо взбалтывать, чтобы не испортить его.
("Севастопольские рассказы", Л.Н. Толстой)”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches

“Я люблю, когда называют извергом какого-нибудь завоевателя, для своего честолюбия губящего миллионы. Да спросите по совести прапорщика Петрушова и подпоручика Антонова и т. д., всякий из них маленький Наполеон, маленький изверг и сейчас готов затеять сражение, убить человек сотню для того только, чтоб получить лишнюю звездочку или треть жалованья.
("Севастопольские рассказы", Л.Н. Толстой)”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches

“Не может быть, чтобы при мысли, что и вы в Севастополе, не проникли в душу вашу чувства какого-то мужества, гордости и чтоб кровь не стала быстрее обращаться в ваших жилах…
("Севастопольские рассказы", Л.Н. Толстой)”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Sebastopol Sketches