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He wrote with sympathy and perception here about love and grief, finding it impossible to pass over a scene without allowing a background character a moment of yearning, or without insisting on offering a dramatic background to his minor figures. Neither could he resist drawing a portrait of the military that showed the officers awash with petty jealousy and boastfulness. And while Hadji Murad's story is one of loyalty and bravery in the face of treachery, the tsar Nicholas I is merely venal and lecherous and obsessed with his own greatness.
The pleasure Tolstoy must have felt at depicting the infidel warlord as full of love for his family and the tsar as one-dimensional and moody and cruel is palpable. Tolstoy's Nicholas I in Hadji Murad is a feline creature whose arbitrary cruelties equal his vanity. Entering into his mind, coldly observing the obsequiousness of life at his court, and balancing this against the death of an ordinary soldier or Hadji Murad's surrender, give the story the aura of a compass needle as it seeks to pin-point Russia with its despotic ruler and its long-suffering population.
Tolstoy, the fearless old preacher in his rural exile, must have written the court scenes with relish. In Section XVII, when the villagers return to find their homes in ruins, you can feel his blind rage all the more strongly because he has introduced the villagers earlier in the story as though they were merely a small, placid stage on Hadji Murad's road to surrender. His rage and his relish give way, however, to an extraordinary sympathy for Hadji Murad that has nothing to do with preaching or politics and everything to do with the sheer range and power of Tolstoy's imagination.
The scene where Hadji Murad gets ready to depart to rescue his family, for example, is one of pure emotion. The tug of memory and fierce attachment, the vision of his mother as young and handsome, and his son dressed and armed when he had last seen him, are set against the song of the nightingale and the noise of preparation. Tolstoy's empathy is at its softest when he dramatises one of his central preoccupations - the innocent love of a young man for another man's wife.
This is part of the general patterning of the story in sets of doubles: The Cossack guards were ambushed and killed but the town's garrison, led by Colonel Karganov, tracked Hadji Murad down. The Russians were joined by many tribesmen, including Akhmet Khan's son and Hadji Murad was killed in the ensuing fight. The young Akhmet Khan cut off the head and sent it to Tbilisi, where it was embalmed and then sent to the Emperor. Hadji Murad's severed head was finally sent to be kept at the Kunstkamera in St. In , his descendants and activists in Dagestan petitioned to retrieve his skull from St.
Petersburg and reunite it with the rest of his remains believed to be buried in modern Azerbaijan's Qakh District. The Russian government set up an interagency commission to consider the request. Leo Tolstoy 's posthumously published novel Hadji Murad is a fictionalized account of Murad's struggle with the Russian Empire. Murad is played by Steve Reeves. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. For the novel by Leo Tolstoy, see Hadji Murat novel.
This article needs additional citations for verification. Please help improve this article by adding citations to reliable sources. Unsourced material may be challenged and removed. An old man rose from under the sheepskin coat, in a nightcap and a shiny, tattered beshmet. Once shod, he unhurriedly put his arms into the sleeves of the wrinkled, raw sheepskin coat and climbed backwards down the ladder that leaned against the roof.
While dressing and climbing down, the old man kept shaking his head on its thin, wrinkled, sunburned neck and constantly munched his toothless gums. Hadji Murat got off his horse and, limping slightly, went up to the porch. He was met by a boy of about fifteen, who quickly came out of the door and fixed his shining eyes, black as ripe currants, on the arrivals.
As Hadji Murat went in, a slight, thin, middle-aged woman in a red beshmet over a yellow shirt and blue sharovary came from an inner door carrying pillows. The old man carefully hung the rifle and saber on nails next to the hung-up weapons of the master, between two large basins shining on the smoothly plastered and clean whitewashed wall. Hadji Murat, straightening the pistol at his back, went to the pillows the woman had laid out and, wrapping the skirts of his cherkeska around him, sat down.
The old man sat down on his bare heels facing him and, closing his eyes, raised his hands palms up. Hadji Murat did the same. Then the two of them, having recited a prayer, stroked their faces with their hands, bringing them together at the tip of the beard. And the eagles keep rending first one, then another. Last week the Russian dogs burned up the hay in Michitsky—tear their faces!
The old man was telling how their brave lads had caught two Russian soldiers the week before: Hadji Murat listened distractedly, glancing at the door and giving ear to the sounds outside. Steps were heard on the porch in front of the saklya, the door creaked, and the master came in. The master of the saklya, Sado, was a man of about forty, with a small beard, a long nose, and the same black eyes, though not as shining, as the fifteen-year-old boy, his son, who ran for him and together with his father came into the saklya and sat down by the door.
Having taken off his wooden shoes by the door, the master pushed his old, shabby papakha to the back of his long-unshaven head, overgrowing with black hair, and at once squatted down facing Hadji Murat. He closed his eyes just as the old man had, raised his hands palms up, recited a prayer, wiped his face with his hands, and only then began to talk.
No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. Leo Tolstoy — was born in central Russia. After serving in the Crimean War, he retired to his estate and devoted himself to writing, farming, and raising his large family. His novels and outspoken social polemics brought him world fame.
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