From the most vivid, hectic material world in which spirit is embedded, entombed to the cool restraint of the spirit lifting, escaping . . . all those abstractions made visceral for a live reader. Madre!
I once read a book of Tolstoy's short stories—in a couple of them he describes death as if he had experienced it (or that is how it seemed to me—we can't really know how it is until we experience it ourselves). Here, he does it again. I especially liked the description of the effect on the two women who are with Andrei when he dies, as compared to the effect on the others. Magnificent writing!