Текст песни Война и мир - старый дуб весь преображенный раскинувшись шатром

The old oak, all transformed, spread out with a tent of juicy, dark greenery, milling, swaying slightly in the rays of the evening sun. No clumsy fingers, no sores, no old mistrust and grief - nothing was visible. Thick, young leaves made their way through a hard, centennial bark without knots, so it was impossible to believe that this old man had produced them. “Yes, this is the same oak,” thought Prince Andrei, and suddenly found a causeless, spring feeling of joy and renewal. All the best minutes of his life suddenly at the same time remembered him. And Austerlitz with a high sky, and the dead, reproachful face of his wife, and Pierre on a ferry, and a girl, excited by the beauty of the night, and this night, and the moon - and all this suddenly remembered him.
“No, life is not over at 31 years old, suddenly finally, unconditionally decided Prince Andrey