Prince Andrei realized that this was said of him, and that it was Napoleon who said it. He heard the

Nhìn trong số hình của Mai có mấy tấm chụp những đọt cây lá vàng cao vút lên trời cao khi Mai chĩa bàn bóng lên trời, làm anh nhớ lại (‘già’ rồi hay nhớ chuyện cũ chăng?) cảnh công tước Andrei lúc bị thương nặng trong trận Austerlitz- trong cuốn Chiến Tranh và Hoà Bình (War and Peace)- Đến khi tỉnh dậy chỉ còn một mình, Andrei nhìn lên bầu trời xanh rộng lớn*, cảm thấy sự nhỏ nhoi của con người cùng những ảo vọng về niềm mơ ước, về công danh sự nghiệp đã qua.
Anh và BV có chụp mấy tấm sau khi đi (hiking) lên núi Rattllesnake Ledge, tiểu bang Washington cách đây gần 4 tháng, khi vẫn còn tương đối ‘khoẻ’. paint kitchen cabinets Chừ thì chịu thua rồi!!! * Các bạn ai đã coai phim ni rồi chắc còn nhớ đoạn này khi vị đạo diễn cho máy quay phim chĩa lên trời rồi xoay vòng rất nhanh.
He suddenly felt as though one of the soldiers near him had bludgeoned him on the head with all his might. The worst of it was not the pain, but that it distracted him, preventing him from seeing what he had been looking at.
He opened his eyes, hoping to see how the struggle between the gunner and the Frenchman ended; he wanted to know whether the red-haired artilleryman paint kitchen cabinets had been killed or not, and whether the cannons paint kitchen cabinets had been captured or saved. But he saw nothing. Above him there was nothing but the sky, the lofty heavens, not clear, yet immeasurably lofty, with gray clouds slowly drifting across them. “How quiet, solemn, and serene, not at all as it was when I was running,” thought Prince Andrei, “not like our running, shouting, fighting; not like the gunner and the Frenchman with their distraught, infuriated faces, struggling for the rod; how differently do those clouds float over the lofty, infinite paint kitchen cabinets heavens. How is it I did not see this sky before? How happy I am to have discovered it at last! Yes! All is vanity, all is delusion, except those infinite heavens. There is nothing but that. And even that does not exist; there is nothing but stillness, peace. Thank God …”
Prince Andrei realized that this was said of him, and that it was Napoleon who said it. He heard the speaker of these words addressed as sire. But he heard the words as he might have heard the buzzing of a fly. Not only did they not interest him, but he took no notice of them, instantly forgot them. His head was burning; he felt that he was losing blood, and saw above him the remote, lofty, eternal paint kitchen cabinets heavens. He knew that it was Napoleon — his hero — but at that moment Napoleon seemed to him such a small, insignificant creature compared with what was taking place between his soul and that lofty, infinite sky with the clouds sailing over it. At that moment it meant absolutely nothing to him who might be standing over him or what might be said of him; he was only glad there were people paint kitchen cabinets there, only wished they would help him and bring him back to life, which seemed to him so beautiful now that he understood it differently.
Although five minutes before Prince Andrei had been able to say a few words to the soldiers who were carrying him, now with his eyes fixed on Napoleon he was silent … So trivial at that moment seemed to him all the interests that engrossed Napoleon, so petty did his hero himself, with his paltry vanity and joy in victory, appear, compared with that lofty, equitable, benevolent paint kitchen cabinets sky which he had seen and understood, that he could not answer him.
Indeed, everything seemed to him so futile and insignificant in comparison with that solemn and sublime train of thought which weakness, loss of blood, suffering, and the nearness of death had induced in him. Looking into Napoleon’s eyes, Prince Andrei thought of the insignificance of greatness, the unimportance of life, which no one could understand, and of the still greater unimportance of death, the meaning of which no living person could understand and explain.
“It would be good,” thought Prince Andrei, glancing at the little image that his sister paint kitchen cabinets had hung around his neck with such reverence and emotion, “it would be good if everything were as clear and simple as it seems to Princess Marya. How good it would be to know where to seek help in this life, and what to expect after it, beyond the grave! How happy and at peace I should be if I could now say: ‘Lord have mercy on me!’ paint kitchen cabinets … But to whom should I say this? To some power — indefinable and incomprehensible, to which I not only cannot appeal, but which I cannot express in words — the Great All or Nothing,” he said to himself, “or to that God who has been sewn into this amulet by Marya? There is nothing certain, nothing except the nothingness of everything that is comprehensible to me, and the greatness of something incomprehensible but all-important!”
The stretchers moved on. At every jolt he again felt intolerable pain; his fever increased and he became delirious. Visions of his father, wife, siste