- The grass is green - The trees are big - The sky is blue - The clouds are white - The blood is red. "Yes! Everything is empty, everything is a deception, except this endless sky"... Peace is War, War is Peace. 2024.4

"How quietly, calmly and solemnly, not at all the way I ran," thought Prince Andrew, "not the way we ran, shouted and fought; not at all the way a Frenchman and an artilleryman dragged a banner from each other with angry and frightened faces, not at all the way the clouds creep over this to the high endless sky. How is it that I have not seen this high sky before? And how happy I am that I finally got to know him. Yes! everything is empty, everything is a deception, except for this endless sky. There's nothing, there's nothing but him. But even that is not there, there is nothing but silence, calmness. And thank God!.."
On the Pratsenskaya Hill, on the very spot where he fell with the flagstaff in his hands, Prince Andrei Bolkonsky lay bleeding, and, without knowing it, moaned in a low, pitiful and childish moan.
By evening he had stopped moaning and was completely quiet. He didn't know how long his oblivion lasted. Suddenly he felt alive again and suffering from a burning and tearing pain in his head.
"Where is it, this high sky, which I did not know until now and have seen today? – that was his first thought. "And I didn't know that suffering either,– he thought. – Yes, I didn't know anything until now. But where am I?"
He began to listen and heard the sounds of approaching horses and the sounds of voices speaking French. He opened his eyes. Above him was again the same high sky with floating clouds rising even higher, through which a bluish infinity could be seen. He did not turn his head and did not see those who, judging by the sound of hooves and voices, rode up to him and stopped.
The horsemen who rode up were Napoleon, accompanied by two aides-de-camp. Bonaparte, riding around the battlefield, gave the last orders to strengthen the batteries firing at the Augesta dam, and examined the dead and wounded remaining on the battlefield...
"Faites avancer celles de la réserve," said Napoleon, and after driving a few steps, he stopped over Prince Andrew, who was lying on his back with the flagstaff thrown beside him (the banner has already been taken by the French as a trophy).
–Voilà une belle mort," said Napoleon, looking at Bolkonsky.
Prince Andrew understood that this was said about him and that Napoleon was saying it. He had heard the one who said those words called sire. But he heard those words as if he had heard the buzzing of a fly. Not only was he not interested in them, but he did not notice them, and immediately forgot them. His head burned; he felt that he was bleeding, and he saw a distant, high and eternal sky above him. He knew that it was Napoleon, his hero, but at that moment Napoleon seemed to him such a small, insignificant person in comparison with what was happening now between his soul and this high, endless sky with clouds running over it. He didn't care at all at that moment, no matter who was standing over him, no matter what was said about him; he was only glad that people were standing over him, and only wished that these people would help him and bring him back to life, which seemed to him so beautiful, because he He understood her differently now. He gathered all his strength to move and make some kind of sound. He feebly moved his leg and produced a weak, painful groan that softened him.
He's alive," Napoleon said. "Lift this young man, ce jeune homme, and carry him to the dressing station!"

"War and Peace" by Leo Tolstoy