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¡¡¡¡At the very beginning of the war our armies were divided, and our sole aim was to unite them, though uniting the armies was no advantage if we meant to retire and lure the enemy into the depths of the country. Our Emperor joined the army to encourage it to defend every inch of Russian soil and not to retreat. The enormous Drissa camp was formed on Pfuel's plan, and there was no intention of retiring farther. The Emperor reproached the commanders in chief for every step they retired. He could not bear the idea of letting the enemy even reach Smolensk, still less could he contemplate the burning of Moscow, and when our armies did unite he was displeased that Smolensk was abandoned and burned without a general engagement having been fought under its walls.,¡¡¡¡"Gee up, my darlings!" shouted Nicholas, pulling the reins to one side and flourishing the whip.,¡¡¡¡One day in midwinter when sitting in the schoolroom attending to her nephew's lessons, she was informed that Rostov had called. With a firm resolution not to betray herself and not show her agitation, she sent for Mademoiselle Bourienne and went with her to the drawing room..¡¡¡¡Marius scrutinized the man more and more as he listened to him....¡¡¡¡We do not think so.! ;...
¡¡¡¡"The Emperor! The Emperor!" a sudden cry resounded through the halls and the whole throng hurried to the entrance.,¡¡¡¡From the time the first person said and proved that the number of births or of crimes is subject to mathematical laws, and that this or that mode of government is determined by certain geographical and economic conditions, and that certain relations of population to soil produce migrations of peoples, the foundations on which history had been built were destroyed in their essence..¡¡¡¡The deacon came out onto the raised space before the altar screen and, holding his thumb extended, drew his long hair from under his dalmatic and, making the sign of the cross on his breast, began in a loud and solemn voice to recite the words of the prayer...,¡°Oh Master¡thank you, Master¡¡± !¡¡¡¡They eat it, that's what they do!,scrunches up. He begins to cry....¡¡¡¡But the father, the realities, that lair, the ruffians, that adventure, to what purpose?!
¡¡¡¡The deacon came out onto the raised space before the altar screen and, holding his thumb extended, drew his long hair from under his dalmatic and, making the sign of the cross on his breast, began in a loud and solemn voice to recite the words of the prayer...,He kicks a table over. Tax files explode through the air.;¡¡¡¡Count Rostov resumed his seat.,¡°Okay, Buckbeak, up!¡± said Harry, shaking the rope. ¡°Up to the tower ¡ª come on.¡± ,¡¡¡¡The blood rushed to Petya's face and he grasped his pistol.;¡¡¡¡These facts, significant but unknown, were imperceptible on the surface. Sometimes, in the very obscurity of a fact lurks its danger. It is obscure because it is underhand.,¡¡¡¡There was nothing but fright, mourning, stupor in the houses; and in the streets, a sort of sacred horror. Not even the long rows of windows and stores, the indentations of the chimneys, and the roofs, and the vague reflections which are cast back by the wet and muddy pavements, were visible. An eye cast upward at that mass of shadows might, perhaps, have caught a glimpse here and there, at intervals, of indistinct gleams which brought out broken and eccentric lines, and profiles of singular buildings, something like the lights which go and come in ruins; it was at such points that the barricades were situated. The rest was a lake of obscurity, foggy, heavy, and funereal, above which, in motionless and melancholy outlines, rose the tower of Saint-Jacques, the church of Saint-Merry, and two or three more of those grand edifices of which man makes giants and the night makes phantoms....
;¡¡¡¡There it halted. The crowd, surveyed at that moment with a bird'seye view, would have presented the aspect of a comet whose head was on the esplanade and whose tail spread out over the Quai Bourdon, covered the Bastille, and was prolonged on the boulevard as far as the Porte Saint-Martin. A circle was traced around the hearse.,¡¡¡¡That is what explains and excuses Bonapartist liberalism. This phantom caused the old world to tremble.,¡¡¡¡This wall, however, did not absolutely prevent further progress; it was a wall which bordered a transverse street, in which the one he had taken ended.,¡¡¡¡All the world has seen him before we can show him..one thing, to prove and illustrate another, let him study the lawyers\' cases: so every ,¡¡¡¡He had long been thinking of entering the army and would have done so had he not been hindered, first, by his membership of the Society of Freemasons to which he was bound by oath and which preached perpetual peace and the abolition of war, and secondly, by the fact that when he saw the great mass of Muscovites who had donned uniform and were talking patriotism, he somehow felt ashamed to take the step. But the chief reason for not carrying out his intention to enter the army lay in the vague idea that he was L'russe Besuhof who had the number of the beast, 666; that his part in the great affair of setting a limit to the power of the beast that spoke great and blasphemous things had been predestined from eternity, and that therefore he ought not to undertake anything, but wait for what was bound to come to pass. !
¡¡¡¡Foka, the butler, was the most ill-tempered person in the house. Natasha liked to test her power over him. He distrusted the order and asked whether the samovar was really wanted.,¡¡¡¡"Do you know I have entrusted him with our secret? I have known him from childhood. He has a heart of gold. I beg you, Natalie," Prince Andrew said with sudden seriousness- "I am going away and heaven knows what may happen. You may cease to... all right, I know I am not to say that. Only this, then: whatever may happen to you when I am not here..."!¡¡¡¡A certain amount of dreaming is good, like a narcotic in discreet doses. It lulls to sleep the fevers of the mind at labor, which are sometimes severe, and produces in the spirit a soft and fresh vapor which corrects the over-harsh contours of pure thought, fills in gaps here and there, binds together and rounds off the angles of the ideas.,Some take hold of suits only for an occasion, to cross some other, or to make an information, whereof they could not otherwise have apt pretext; without care what become of the suit, when that turn is served: or generally, to make other men\'s business a kind of entertainment, to bring in their own. Nay, some undertake suits with a full purpose, to let them fall; to the end, to gratify the adverse party, or competitor. ;¡¡¡¡"State the case precisely.",¡¡¡¡Not the slightest. The dramatic poet might, apparently, expect some complications from this revelation made point-blank by the grandfather to the grandson. But what the drama would gain thereby, truth would lose. Marius was at an age when one believes nothing in the line of evil; later on comes the age when one believes everything.,¡¡¡¡And Prince Vasili repeated the words supposed to have been spoken by Kutuzov to the Emperor. "I can neither punish him if he does wrong nor reward him if he does right.", ,¡¡¡¡The less spread of sail in the phrase, the more intensity in the blow. Tacitus thinks with all his might.;
¡¡¡¡What do you want?",Secondly, how the particular motions of anger may be repressed, or at least refrained from doing mischief. ,¡¡¡¡"A fine little bitch, that!" said he in a careless tone. "Is she swift?"!,¡¡¡¡She beheld Javert, the police spy, seize the mayor by the collar; she saw the mayor bow his head.!;
,¡¡¡¡"I should not have believed anyone who told me that I was capable of such love," said Prince Andrew. "It is not at all the same feeling that I knew in the past. The whole world is now for me divided into two halves: one half is she, and there all is joy, hope, light: the other half is everything where she is not, and there is all gloom and darkness....",¡¡¡¡And after a silence she went on:--;¡¡¡¡A hussar indeed!,LastIndexNext!¡¡¡¡"But I will, I'll give the order at once.".¡¡¡¡The symptoms of Natasha's illness were that she ate little, slept little, coughed, and was always low-spirited. The doctors said that she could not get on without medical treatment, so they kept her in the stifling atmosphere of the town, and the Rostovs did not move to the country that summer of 1812.,? Leo Tolstoy,...
¡¡¡¡The hussars and Cossacks crowded round the prisoners; one offered them clothes, another boots, and a third bread. Pierre sobbed as he sat among them and could not utter a word. He hugged the first soldier who approached him, and kissed him, weeping.,¡¡¡¡It communicates to those whom it seizes an indescribable and extraordinary power.,CHAPTER IV !,¡¡¡¡It would take a dozen pages to enumerate all the reproaches the historians address to him, based on their knowledge of what is good for humanity.,; !¡®Oh yes. Kreacher, I am afraid, has been serving more than one master for months.¡¯!
LastIndexNext,¡¡¡¡After breakfast he meditated for a quarter of an hour; then two generals seated themselves on the truss of straw, pen in hand and their paper on their knees, and the Emperor dictated to them the order of battle.,BOOK FIFTEEN: 1812 - 13...¡¡¡¡"Well?",¡¡¡¡ Thou, without whom happiness would for me be impossible,,¡°Why are they looking for him here?¡± said Harry. ¡°He's at the Ministry in London, isn't he?¡± ,¡¡¡¡Next day Prince Andrew called at a few houses he had not visited before, and among them at the Rostovs' with whom he had renewed acquaintance at the ball. Apart from considerations of politeness which demanded the call, he wanted to see that original, eager girl who had left such a pleasant impression on his mind, in her own home..¡¡¡¡"Thank God that I can," replied Prince Andrew. "I am very sorry you can't.",¡¡¡¡The instant he had done this, all Rostov's animation vanished. The officer fell, not so much from the blow- which had but slightly cut his arm above the elbow- as from the shock to his horse and from fright. Rostov reined in his horse, and his eyes sought his foe to see whom he had vanquished. The French dragoon officer was hopping with one foot on the ground, the other being caught in the stirrup. His eyes, screwed up with fear as if he every moment expected another blow, gazed up at Rostov with shrinking terror. His pale and mud-stained face- fair and young, with a dimple in the chin and light-blue eyes- was not an enemy's face at all suited to a battlefield, but a most ordinary, homelike face. Before Rostov had decided what to do with him, the officer cried, "I surrender!" He hurriedly but vainly tried to get his foot out of the stirrup and did not remove his frightened blue eyes from Rostov's face. Some hussars who galloped up disengaged his foot and helped him into the saddle. On all sides, the hussars were busy with the dragoons; one was wounded, but though his face was bleeding, he would not give up his horse; another was perched up behind an hussar with his arms round him; a third was being helped by an hussar to mount his horse. In front, the French infantry were firing as they ran. The hussars galloped hastily back with their prisoners. Rostov galloped back with the rest, aware of an unpleasant feeling of depression in his heart. Something vague and confused, which he could not at all account for, had come over him with the capture of that officer and the blow he had dealt him., ..
¡¡¡¡Strange to say, in the sort of symphony which Marius had lived since he had been in the habit of seeing Cosette, the past, even the most recent past, had become so confused and distant to him, that what Cosette told him satisfied him completely. It did not even occur to him to tell her about the nocturnal adventure in the hovel, about Thenardier, about the burn, and about the strange attitude and singular flight of her father. Marius had momentarily forgotten all this; in the evening he did not even know that there had been a morning, what he had done, where he had breakfasted, nor who had spoken to him; he had songs in his ears which rendered him deaf to every other thought; he only existed at the hours when he saw Cosette.!¡¡¡¡Jean Valjean grew anxious.,the latter of whom, it is said; iuventutem egit enwibus, imo fwonbus, plenorn. And ,¡¡¡¡She resumed her contemplation of the book..LastIndexNext,¡¡¡¡"A queer kind of fear, bourgeois.,¡¡¡¡"Liar, indeed! It's the real truth.";
¡¡¡¡So it was at Krasnoe, where they expected to find one of the three French columns and stumbled instead on Napoleon himself with sixteen thousand men. Despite all Kutuzov's efforts to avoid that ruinous encounter and to preserve his troops, the massacre of the broken mob of French soldiers by worn-out Russians continued at Krasnoe for three days.,¡¡¡¡"Uncle's" huntsman was galloping from the other side across the wolf's path and his borzois once more stopped the animal's advance. She was again hemmed in.,¡¡¡¡"Don't come near me," she cried, "or I'll crush you.",¡¡¡¡There, in those gay shadows of verdure, a throng of innocent voices spoke sweetly to the soul, and what the twittering forgot to say the humming completed.,¡¡¡¡Neither her father, nor her mother, nor Sonya, nor Prince Andrew himself could have foreseen how the separation from her lover would act on Natasha. Flushed and agitated she went about the house all that day, dry-eyed, occupied with most trivial matters as if not understanding what awaited her. She did not even cry when, on taking leave, he kissed her hand for the last time. "Don't go!" she said in a tone that made him wonder whether he really ought not to stay and which he remembered long afterwards. Nor did she cry when he was gone; but for several days she sat in her room dry-eyed, taking no interest in anything and only saying now and then, "Oh, why did he go away?",¡¡¡¡He caught sight of a corner of the wall on which was placarded the most peaceable sheet of paper in the world, a permission to eat eggs, a Lenten admonition addressed by the Archbishop of Paris to his "flock.",,...
Don't you know who I am? I'm from LIFE magazine! I was told I'd get some co-operation out here! You want me to report you to your!,BOOK NINE: 1812...¡¡¡¡This poster, illuminated by the theatre lanterns, struck him; for, although he was walking rapidly, he halted to read it. An instant later he was in the blind alley of La Planchette, and he entered the Plat d'Etain [the Pewter Platter], where the office of the coach for Lagny was then situated.,,¡¡¡¡Natasha looked in the direction in which her father's eyes were turned and saw Julie sitting beside her mother with a happy look on her face and a string of pearls round her thick red neck- which Natasha knew was covered with powder. Behind them, wearing a smile and leaning over with an ear to Julie's mouth, was Boris' handsome smoothly brushed head. He looked the Rostovs from under his brows and said something, smiling, to his betrothed.,that the bottom be finely paved, and with images: the sides likewise; and withal ,.,...
¡¡¡¡On the evening of the day when Jean Valjean rescued Cosette from the claws of the Thenardiers, he returned to Paris.!,,8 INT -- COURTROOM -- DAY (1946) 8;¡°All the good-looking ones taken, Ron?¡± said Hermione loftily. ¡°Eloise Midgen starting to look quite pretty now, is she? Well, I'm sure you'll find someone somewhere who'll have you.¡± ;BOOK EIGHTH.--A COUNTER-BLOW;
¡¡¡¡THE MALICIOUS PLAYFULNESS OF THE WIND .He rips open another box. This one contains an old phonograph;¡¡¡¡Princess Mary postponed her departure. Sonya and the count tried to replace Natasha but could not. They saw that she alone was able to restrain her mother from unreasoning despair. For three weeks Natasha remained constantly at her mother's side, sleeping on a lounge chair in her room, making her eat and drink, and talking to her incessantly because the mere sound of her tender, caressing tones soothed her mother..¡¡¡¡Nevertheless, the orchard was taken.!¡¡¡¡At such times, a thunderbolt might have fallen thirty paces from them, and they would not have noticed it, so deeply was the revery of the one absorbed and sunk in the revery of the other.,...¡¡¡¡If Wellington had not begun, Blucher could not have finished.! ,Pour Pantin.!,;
¡¡¡¡All flowers unfolded around them and sent them incense; and they opened their souls and scattered them over the flowers. The wanton and vigorous vegetation quivered, full of strength and intoxication, around these two innocents, and they uttered words of love which set the trees to trembling.,¡¡¡¡"You are speaking of M. Madeleine!,¡¡¡¡Of all these writers, the one who probably then excavated in the masses the most unhealthy gallery was Restif de La Bretonne.. ,? Leo Tolstoy,¡¡¡¡"Drubetskoy."...
¡¡¡¡Duds!...,¡¡¡¡Or was it merely that layers of ashes had formed? The truth is, that she hardly felt the painful and burning spot any longer.,¡¡¡¡"Oh, but it's so... You take everything so to heart," said Pierre, and began laying out his cards for patience.,And that's how it went for Andy. That was his routine. I do believe those first two years were the worst for him. And I also believe if things had gone on that way, this place would have got the best of him. But then, in the spring of 1949, the powers-that-be decided that...,¡¡¡¡At Wagram, French, thirteen per cent; Austrians, fourteen.;¡¡¡¡Ah!.¡¡¡¡"Bah!" retorted the boy, "where's my father?",? Victor Hugo!
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;¡¡¡¡"Do you know I have entrusted him with our secret? I have known him from childhood. He has a heart of gold. I beg you, Natalie," Prince Andrew said with sudden seriousness- "I am going away and heaven knows what may happen. You may cease to... all right, I know I am not to say that. Only this, then: whatever may happen to you when I am not here...";¡¡¡¡It fell justly..¡¡¡¡Count Ostermann-Tolstoy met the returning hussars, sent for Rostov, thanked him, and said he would report his gallant deed to the Emperor and would recommend him for a St. George's Cross. When sent for by Count Ostermann, Rostov, remembering that he had charged without orders, felt sure his commander was sending for him to punish him for breach of discipline. Ostermann's flattering words and promise of a reward should therefore have struck him all the more pleasantly, but he still felt that same vaguely disagreeable feeling of moral nausea. "But what on earth is worrying me?" he asked himself as he rode back from the general. "Ilyin? No, he's safe. Have I disgraced myself in any way? No, that's not it." Something else, resembling remorse, tormented him. "Yes, oh yes, that French officer with the dimple. And I remember how my arm paused when I raised it.",¡¡¡¡Wellington had drawn back.,? Leo Tolstoy,¡¡¡¡Until Prince Andrew settled in Bogucharovo its owners had always been absentees, and its peasants were of quite a different character from those of Bald Hills. They differed from them in speech, dress, and disposition. They were called steppe peasants. The old prince used to approve of them for their endurance at work when they came to Bald Hills to help with the harvest or to dig ponds, and ditches, but he disliked them for their boorishness.,¡¡¡¡"But no, it can't be!" he thought. "This stern, thin, pale face that looks so much older! It cannot be she. It merely reminds me of her." But at that moment Princess Mary said, "Natasha!" And with difficulty, effort, and stress, like the opening of a door grown rusty on its hinges, a smile appeared on the face with the attentive eyes, and from that opening door came a breath of fragrance which suffused Pierre with a happiness he had long forgotten and of which he had not even been thinking- especially at that moment. It suffused him, seized him, and enveloped him completely. When she smiled doubt was no longer possible, it was Natasha and he loved her..
¡¡¡¡"Ah, come now," said Madame Thenardier, "did you hear me?",¡¡¡¡However, he was thought to be dead, and this still further increased the obscurity which had gathered about him.,Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling. ¡°Igor, all this secrecy, one would almost think you didn't want visitors.¡± ,¡¡¡¡"Go, go to him. He is asking for your hand," said the countess, coldly it seemed to Natasha. "Go... go," said the mother, sadly and reproachfully, with a deep sigh, as her daughter ran away....¡¡¡¡The contraband salt dealer escapes the royal gibbets, and with a rope's end round his neck, mounts the white cockade. "Death to the salt duties," brings forth, "Long live the King!" The assassins of Saint-Barthelemy, the cut-throats of September, the manslaughterers of Avignon, the assassins of Coligny, the assassins of Madam Lamballe, the assassins of Brune, Miquelets, Verdets, Cadenettes, the companions of Jehu, the chevaliers of Brassard,-- behold an uprising.;¡¡¡¡At this epoch when Waterloo is only a clashing of swords, above Blucher, Germany has Schiller; above Wellington, England has Byron.;¡°The Yule Ball is approaching - a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and an opportunity for us to socialize with our foreign guests. Now, the ball will be open only to fourth years and above - although you may invite a younger student if you wish -¡± ,Well...are you?...
BOOK NINE: 1812,¡¡¡¡"I assure you that you are mistaken. This is my property.";;LastIndexNext,¡¡¡¡Anna Mikhaylovna also had of late visited them less frequently, seemed to hold herself with particular dignity, and always spoke rapturously and gratefully of the merits of her son and the brilliant career on which he had entered. When the Rostovs came to Petersburg Boris called on them.!..? Victor Hugo!
¡¡¡¡"See here!" they said to him, "there's a little creature there who is making eyes at you, look.", ,,invisible. ,¡¡¡¡He's in love.";,¡¡¡¡Hussars, ladies, witches, clowns, and bears, after clearing their throats and wiping the hoarfrost from their faces in the vestibule, came into the ballroom where candles were hurriedly lighted. The clown- Dimmler- and the lady- Nicholas- started a dance. Surrounded by the screaming children the mummers, covering their faces and disguising their voices, bowed to their hostess and arranged themselves about the room.,¡¡¡¡"You always have such strange fancies! I didn't even think of being angry," he replied..¡¡¡¡The merchant, who was pacing back and forth in front of his shop, produced on her somewhat the effect of being the Eternal Father....
,¡¡¡¡"That's right, quite right! Just so!",¡¡¡¡To solve the question of how freedom and necessity are combined and what constitutes the essence of these two conceptions, the philosophy of history can and should follow a path contrary to that taken by other sciences. Instead of first defining the conceptions of freedom and inevitability in themselves, and then ranging the phenomena of life under those definitions, history should deduce a definition of the conception of freedom and inevitability themselves from the immense quantity of phenomena of which it is cognizant and that always appear dependent on these two elements.,¡¡¡¡ Marius had left M. Gillenormand in despair.,¡¡¡¡Let us see, why should his father be indignant?,He gestures to Andy sitting quietly with his ATTORNEY.;
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...¡¡¡¡"A horrid business dragging these corpses about with one! It would be better to shoot such rabble," and burst into loud laughter, so strange that Petya thought the French would immediately detect their disguise, and involuntarily took a step back from the campfire.,,CHAPTER XIII ,¡¡¡¡Her glance fell upon the water which stood before her; such was the fright which the Thenardier inspired in her, that she dared not flee without that bucket of water: she seized the handle with both hands; she could hardly lift the pail.!¡¡¡¡He had hardly reseated himself when the door opened.,¡¡¡¡Hence the impossibility of uttering, even for Cosette, that name of Fantine.,¡¡¡¡"What air?",¡¡¡¡I could not live on as I was living, and I have come....
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39 EXT -- LOADING DOCK -- DAY (1947) 39,... ,¡¡¡¡SOLUS CUM SOLO, IN LOCO REMOTO, NON COGITABUNTUR ORARE PATER NOSTER,,¡¡¡¡WHAT IS MET WITH ON THE WAY FROM NIVELLES ,¡¡¡¡The "man of great merit," who was still a novice in court circles, wishing to flatter Anna Pavlovna by defending her former position on this question, observed:,¡¡¡¡"They tell me this is the room the Emperor Alexander occupied? Strange, isn't it, General?" he said, evidently not doubting that this remark would be agreeable to his hearer since it went to prove his, Napoleon's, superiority to Alexander.;
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¡¡¡¡"No, I am used to this," said Petya. "I say, aren't the flints in your pistols worn out? I brought some with me. Don't you want any? You can have some.",¡¡¡¡In that lay my stupidity.;,¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡Stop, dear maiden, I entreat- played "Uncle" once more, running his fingers skillfully over the strings, and then he stopped short and jerked his shoulders.,,...
¡¡¡¡"Four points.",.that the bottom be finely paved, and with images: the sides likewise; and withal ;¡¡¡¡"He was gray, you remember, and had white teeth, and stood and looked at us...",¡¡¡¡All the interests of his life for more than thirty years had been bounded by the will of the prince, and he never went beyond that limit. Everything not connected with the execution of the prince's orders did not interest and did not even exist for Alpatych.,¡¡¡¡Everywhere on the bank, on the dam, and in the pond, there was healthy, white, muscular flesh. The officer, Timokhin, with his red little nose, standing on the dam wiping himself with a towel, felt confused at seeing the prince, but made up his mind to address him nevertheless.,¡¡¡¡They raised material questions, questions of agriculture, of industry, of commerce, almost to the dignity of a religion.,¡¡¡¡"I ought to have taken my gun," said he to himself.,,Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing¡ªSirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second ....
¡¡¡¡As in the question of astronomy then, so in the question of history now, the whole difference of opinion is based on the recognition or nonrecognition of something absolute, serving as the measure of visible phenomena. In astronomy it was the immovability of the earth, in history it is the independence of personality- free will.!¡¡¡¡"Well," he said, "Khvostikov must have two thousand.";¡¡¡¡The whole of this itinerary resembled a descent of black steps.!LastIndexNext,If they say so. I really don't remember. I was upset.,¡¡¡¡"You are right," she said to him.;