A life that cannot be repeated once cannot bear the consequences of hindsight. People who are powerless to escape their fate are destined to endure the punishment of impulse. Tolstoy didn't know that before he raised his violin bow to the general, he and Jenny were about to be together forever - Jenny would complete the task, the general promised to forgive him, and they could be together soon .
Perhaps, this is life, just like the two of them met on the train, no one can tell.
We are doomed to swallow the bitter fruit between the weakness of character and the contradiction of reality.
I can't describe the shock in my heart. I have always liked tragedy, because it can make me appreciate human nature and reality more deeply. However, I am afraid of tragedy, because I am not immune to tragedy.
Jenny has great control over things, but it all begins to slowly crumble after she understands her love for Tolstoy. Tolstoy's willful persistence is more obvious in this love. I can't tell who has sacrificed more for whom in this love. What I don't understand is, why does love have to bear so much harm?
Jenny says that sometimes we think life has betrayed us, but it is much later that we realize that we have betrayed ourselves. 10 years later, when Tolstoy watched Jenny quietly, he finally just watched quietly. With his own family, wife and children, he finally understood the meaning of responsibility.
All of this took 10 years of time and an unforgettable love at the end of the century.
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