officialleotolstoy
“snort...snort...” snorted Prince Nikolai Andreich
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Proud member of the Hating Anatole Kuragin Club@war_and_peace_memes on Instagram. Main is @metaphysical-cheese.
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officialleotolstoy · 1 month ago
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Nicolas Rostov is gay
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officialleotolstoy · 1 month ago
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friendships end. relationships end. fictional man whos doing even worse than you is forever
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officialleotolstoy · 2 months ago
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I know very little abt hazbin but this screenshot is killing me. Fuck dude he sure was.
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officialleotolstoy · 3 months ago
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made my own version of blorbo bingo :3
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officialleotolstoy · 3 months ago
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out of context war and peace
the way i’ve been coping with the herculean task of finishing this book is by drawing my favorite characters, because of course it is
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officialleotolstoy · 3 months ago
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this does not have to be the one you consider the best, just the one you enjoy most.
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officialleotolstoy · 3 months ago
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this does not have to be your favorite, just the one you think is the best.
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officialleotolstoy · 4 months ago
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marya
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officialleotolstoy · 4 months ago
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Fuck it, Tumblr can have this one
HI MARYNAT NATION DID U MISS ME
[id: Digital sketch of Natasha and Marya from Great Comet. They are dancing. Natasha's hand is around Marya's waist and she's looking up at her. /end id]
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officialleotolstoy · 5 months ago
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i KNOW they get married but this is just another example of tolstoy being wrong he doesn’t know those guys like i do
i literally forget there are people who ship pierre and natasha. what do you mean their ideal relationship to some of you isnt weird favorite cousin
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officialleotolstoy · 5 months ago
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i literally forget there are people who ship pierre and natasha. what do you mean their ideal relationship to some of you isnt weird favorite cousin
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officialleotolstoy · 5 months ago
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their ship name might as well be theseus the way there's not a single original characteristic left there
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officialleotolstoy · 5 months ago
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love how lonely you seem. very hot.
honestly i needed this thank you
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officialleotolstoy · 5 months ago
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natasha is young she loves andrey with all her heart
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officialleotolstoy · 5 months ago
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Hi my name is Fyodor "fedya" Ivanovich dolokhov and I have short curly blonde hair and no moustache so you can clearly see my finely chiseled upper lip and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Apollo (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to the Kuragins but I wish I was because they're major fucking hotties. I’m not that well off but my linen is fine and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a soldier, and I serve in the semenov regiment where I’m a private (I just got demoted). I’m a Russian (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly westernised army uniforms. I love the Caucasus though and I buy all my civilian clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a bluish-gray uniform and a matching sash, white breeches and black leather combat boots. I was clean shaven and scented, with pomaded hair, black eyeliner and rouge. I was standing in line for an inspection. It was the campaign of 1805 so there were no Frenchmen in sight, which I was very happy about. The regimental commander stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.
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officialleotolstoy · 5 months ago
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Too plain and affected Insolent and dry
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officialleotolstoy · 5 months ago
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“I know for certain that people should not desire anything, there is nothing to strive for.” He watched a flock of sparrows fly from the fence to the common, and smiled: “But anyway, what can people decide? Everything follows the same ancient laws that made that sparrow fall behind the others and catch up later. So what is it that I want? What? To die? To be killed tomorrow? Not to exist - for all this to exist, but without me?” He vividly pictured his own absence from this life with this wicker fence (he had broken off a stick) and the smoke of the cauldrons, and a cold shiver ran down his spine.
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