Anyway, the book's opening prologue sets up Tolstoy's symbol ("a crushed thistle in the middle of a ploughed-up field") for what Hadji Murat represents. But before I reached the thistle on the narrator's walk through the fields, I came upon something I'd seen on a blog recently...
I was returning home through the fields. It was the very height of summer. The meadows had been mown, and the rye was just about to be cut.You used to be able to see Steve Glossin's photographs of a rape field on one of his blogs (but it's no longer available). Glossin* didn't take his photos at "the height of summer" (or in Russia) but in early spring (in Bavaria).
There is a delightful selection of flowers at that time of the year: red, white, and pink clover, fragrant and fluffy; impudent daisies; milky white "she-loves-me, she-loves-me-nots" with their bright yellow centers and their fusty, heady smell; yellow rape with its honeyed scent...
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* Glossin took the photograph that appears on my own blog masthead.
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