Alexander Vasilyevich Suvorov is the greatest of Russia’s commanders in history. He was equally original and brave both in the tactics of battle or war and in the art of war known as strategy. A vivid, distinctive human being—true son and adornment of the Russian people. A religious man and, at the same time, an intellectual: he could write in nine languages and speak in six. A warrior—indeed unbeatable for the Turks, Poles, and French—who even managed to subdue nature itself by crossing the Swiss Alps with his army. Terrifying on the battlefield, he was never vengeful or cruel toward a fallen enemy. A true son of the era of the Russian Enlightenment: a gentle father, and in rare moments of rest, an amateur poet. For much of his life, envy from the talentless and the slander of envious people pursued him. Venerated by his troops, he knew better than anyone the soul of the Russian soldier. Even death itself opened for him the gates of immortality in the memory of the people.