Yes, then. That 's what I asked myself at 22 svaccata on the couch next to my mother. THEREFORE. 15 years of life thrown in the toilet for what? Pride? It is probably that, because in the end I did not understand why these duels. One does it for pride and the other boh. All I know is that D'Hulbert - that battle for pride - is what I was more sympathetic. Why? Boh here. Perhaps because it is more fair and, perhaps because it reflects a type (I, too, except that it reflects and nothing more, I continue for ever) ..
But the other seems to me that just loves to take a weapon and fight.
At the end of the penultimate chapter, I started swearing in turkish, Chinese, Finnish, elf and many other languages \u200b\u200bbecause the final lay ahead before my eyes was pretty ugly. Fortunately ends well.
The background of the story is one of my favorites, or the France of Napoleon I.
In addition to displays of manliness in combat there are also things more interesting for me as the fear of dying in a duel, only to realize that he thought his career, seeing time flow and many other things.
I reread it soon, so is the vast library of my father and he does not mind, so ... because not take advantage of this opportunity? ^ _ *
But the other seems to me that just loves to take a weapon and fight.
At the end of the penultimate chapter, I started swearing in turkish, Chinese, Finnish, elf and many other languages \u200b\u200bbecause the final lay ahead before my eyes was pretty ugly. Fortunately ends well.
The background of the story is one of my favorites, or the France of Napoleon I.
In addition to displays of manliness in combat there are also things more interesting for me as the fear of dying in a duel, only to realize that he thought his career, seeing time flow and many other things.
I reread it soon, so is the vast library of my father and he does not mind, so ... because not take advantage of this opportunity? ^ _ *
That night, lying on his back with his hands over his eyes or lying face down with his face buried in the pillow, General D'Hulbert performed the pilgrimage of all emotions: disgust at the sickening ' absurdity of the situation, the doubt on the ability to live their lives, the distrust of his better feelings - all the tests, one after another. "I'm an idiot, neither more nor less," he thought. "An idiot with a sensitive soul. Because I heard two chatting in a cafe .. I am an idiot afraid of lies - whereas in life what matters is only the truth." 
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