Михаил Ефремов - Монолог Андрея Болконского - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There was nothing above him anymore except the sky - a high sky, not clear, but still immeasurably high, with gray clouds quietly creeping across it. “How quiet, calm and solemn, not at all like how I ran,” thought Prince Andrei, “not like how we ran, shouted and fought, not at all like how the Frenchman and the Frenchman pulled the banner from each other with embittered and frightened faces. artilleryman, - that’s not how the clouds crawl across this high endless sky. How come I haven’t seen this high sky before? And how happy I am that I finally recognized it. Yes! Everything is empty, everything is a deception, except this endless sky. Nothing, nothing no, except him. But even that is not there, there is nothing but silence, tranquility. And thank God!