War and Peace Saturday: Chapters 134-140

So Nicholas tries to help his family’s finances, sees a discrepancy, and kicks out their family’s long-term money manager, but it turns out it wasn’t a real discrepancy, and since the real problem is all their spending, he probably just makes the situation worse. To get his mind off his troubles, he goes on a hunt–one of those hunts with horses and dogs. His two younger siblings, Natasha and Petya come too, and they meet up with this “Uncle” guy who Tolstoy always puts in quotes like that, which becomes very annoying, and the Rostov neighbor Ilagin. They get a wolf and a hare. There are some tense moments about whose dog is faster and who deserved to make the kill. Nicholas also shows off his youth again by jumping to conclusions and immediately hating his neighbor just because of what he’s heard about him. I suppose this is something we all tend to do about people.

They have a fun evening with that “Uncle” guy, and then head home, but all these frivolities (which probably cost a lot of money they don’t have) don’t erase the fact that things are not going well for the Rostovs. It doesn’t help that Nicholas is more interested in marrying penniless Sonya that any rich heiress.

I feel like this book got exciting for a while with the war and battles and enemy captures and then backed off again to trivialities. It probably says something about life–how fast we all go back to our normal boring selves after a crisis–or I could just be reading into it. Stuff is still happening, and it’s still interesting to read. It’s just not necessarily that exciting to read.



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