And she started crying again because he had such a beautiful soul.
— Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace (via bantoclassics)
First snow! First snow! First snow! First snow!
My heart is jumping! :)
What’s this? Am I falling? My legs are giving way under me,” he thought, and fell on his back. He opened his eyes, hoping to see how the struggle of the French soldiers with the artilleryman was ending, and eager to know whether the red-haired gunner artilleryman was killed or not, whether the cannons had been taken or saved. But he saw nothing of all that. Above him there was nothing but the sky — the lofty sky, not clear, but still immeasurably lofty, with gray clouds creeping quietly over it.
War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
(thoughts of Andrej Bolkonsky after being wounded on the battlefield)