Наполеонов обоз. Книга 3: Ангельский рожок

Zhizni Nadezhdy i Aristarkha nakonet͡s-to strastno i mgnovenno sroslisʹ v edinoe t͡seloe, zapylali ognennym shvom - slovno i ne bylo dvadt͡satipi͡atiletneĭ gorʹkoĭ - shekspirovskoĭ - razluki, budto ne imelasʹ za spinoĭ u kazhdogo ogromnai͡a nosha ti͡azhkogo i poroi͡u strashnogo opyta. Net, byla, konechno: Nadezhda v likhie devi͡anostye pytalasʹ stroitʹ svoĭ izdatelʹskiĭ biznes, Aristarkh sam sebi͡a zatochil na doktorskui͡u sluzhbu v izrailʹskui͡u ti͡urʹmu. Orfeĭ i Ėvridika vstretilisʹ, chtoby… vnovʹ razluchitʹsi͡a: davni͡ai͡a semeĭnai͡a istorii͡a, svi͡azannai͡a s nasledstvom napoleonovskogo ofit͡sera Arictarkha Bugero, obernulasʹ poistine monte-kristovskoĭ - tragicheskoĭ - razvi͡azkoĭ.

The lives of Nadezhda and Aristarchus finally fused passionately and instantly into a single whole, burning with a fiery seam — as if there were no twenty-five years of bitter-Shakespearean-separation, as if there was no huge burden of heavy and sometimes terrible experience behind each of them. No, there was, of course: Nadezhda in the dashing nineties tried to build her publishing business, Aristarchus imprisoned himself for doctoral service in an Israeli prison. Orpheus and Eurydice met to ... separate again: a long family history connected with the legacy of the Napoleonic officer Aristarchus Buguero turned into a truly Monte Cristo-tragic-denouement.