Napoleon Bonaparte a man of politics and action, true soldier, true commander of all times, but who could say that a soldier can’t love somebody to death? Imagine you are at war, commander of a glorious army, despite all of the vital issues that you face in war-hell created by humans, you never forget the sentiment that makes us an earthling, Love. Hand smeared with blood you take a pen start writing a letter as you are a passionate lover.

Axar.az presents one of the many letters he wrote to his love, Josephine Beauharnais on December 29, 1795.

“I awake all filled with you. Your image and the intoxicating pleasures of last night, allow my senses no rest.

Sweet and matchless Josephine, how strangely you work upon my heart.

Are you angry with me? Are you unhappy? Are you upset?

My soul is broken with grief and my love for you forbids repose. But how can I rest any more, when I yield to the feeling that masters my inmost self, when I quaff from your lips and from your heart a scorching flame?

Yes! One night has taught me how far your portrait falls short of yourself!

You start at midday: in three hours I shall see you again.

Till then, a thousand kisses, mio dolce amor! but give me none back for they set my blood on fire.”

‘Napoleon was more than anything else a temperament,’ decided historian Georges Lefebvre. The impressions of his temperament gleaned here – disciplined and passionate, practical and unrestrained, self-justificatory and despondent.