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!ˇˇˇˇIn the midst of his preoccupations, he perceived, from a shadow cast by the sun, that some one had halted on the crest of the slope immediately behind him....ˇˇˇˇ"And this man too," thought Pierre, looking into the face of the Chief of Police. "What a fine, good-looking officer and how kind. Fancy bothering about such trifies now! And they actually say he is not honest and takes bribes. What nonsense! Besides, why shouldn't he take bribes? That's the way he was brought up, and everybody does it. But what a kind, pleasant face and how he smiles as he looks at me.";ˇˇˇˇBut what is chance? What is genius?...,,ˇˇˇˇWhen Michael Ivanovich went in there were tears in the prince's eyes evoked by the memory of the time when the paper he was now reading had been written. He took the letter from Michael Ivanovich's hand, put it in his pocket, folded up his papers, and called in Alpatych who had long been waiting.,ˇˇˇˇAnd to the ventriloquist:--...
like the others an enemy in regard to Anatole? As for Pierre, he evidently did not exist for her.......SOUS UN CHARIOT, , ...ˇˇˇˇAnd the officer gave them details of the Saltanov battle, which he had heard at the staff.,ˇˇˇˇThe two remarkably pretty girls, Natasha and Sonya, with Count Rostov who had not been seen in Moscow for a long time, attracted general attention. Moreover, everybody knew vaguely of Natasha's engagement to Prince Andrew, and knew that the Rostovs had lived in the country ever since, and all looked with curiosity at a fiancee who was making one of the best matches in Russia.,ˇˇˇˇChernyshev was sitting at a window in the first room with a French novel in his hand. This room had probably been a music room; there was still an organ in it on which some rugs were piled, and in one corner stood the folding bedstead of Bennigsen's adjutant. This adjutant was also there and sat dozing on the rolled-up bedding, evidently exhausted by work or by feasting. Two doors led from the room, one straight on into what had been the drawing room, and another, on the right, to the study. Through the first door came the sound of voices conversing in German and occasionally in French. In that drawing room were gathered, by the Emperor's wish, not a military council (the Emperor preferred indefiniteness), but certain persons whose opinions he wished to know in view of the impending difficulties. It was not a council of war, but, as it were, a council to elucidate certain questions for the Emperor personally. To this semicouncil had been invited the Swedish General Armfeldt, Adjutant General Wolzogen, Wintzingerode (whom Napoleon had referred to as a renegade French subject), Michaud, Toll, Count Stein who was not a military man at all, and Pfuel himself, who, as Prince Andrew had heard, was the mainspring of the whole affair. Prince Andrew had an opportunity of getting a good look at him, for Pfuel arrived soon after himself and, in passing through to the drawing room, stopped a minute to speak to Chernyshev.!ˇˇˇˇ"Ah! ah!" screamed Natasha, rolling her eyes with horror.,ˇˇˇˇOur family life goes on in the old way except for my brother Andrew's absence. He, as I wrote you before, has changed very much of late. After his sorrow he only this year quite recovered his spirits. He has again become as I used to know him when a child: kind, affectionate, with that heart of gold to which I know no equal. He has realized, it seems to me, that life is not over for him. But together with this mental change he has grown physically much weaker. He has become thinner and more nervous. I am anxious about him and glad he is taking this trip abroad which the doctors recommended long ago. I hope it will cure him. You write that in Petersburg he is spoken of as one of the most active, cultivated, and capable of the young men. Forgive my vanity as a relation, but I never doubted it. The good he has done to everybody here, from his peasants up to the gentry, is incalculable. On his arrival in Petersburg he received only his due. I always wonder at the way rumors fly from Petersburg to Moscow, especially such false ones as that you write about- I mean the report of my brother's betrothal to the little Rostova. I do not think my brother will ever marry again, and certainly not her; and this is why: first, I know that though he rarely speaks about the wife he has lost, the grief of that loss has gone too deep in his heart for him ever to decide to give her a successor and our little angel a stepmother. Secondly because, as far as I know, that girl is not the kind of girl who could please Prince Andrew. I do not think he would choose her for a wife, and frankly I do not wish it. But I am running on too long and am at the end of my second sheet. Good-by, my dear friend. May God keep you in His holy and mighty care. My dear friend, Mademoiselle Bourienne, sends you kisses....
,ˇˇˇˇUnder the Caesars, there is the exile to Syene; there is also the man of the Annales.;BOOK SIX: 1808 - 10.ˇˇˇˇ"Well, where did you disappear to?" inquired Denisov.,Two letters a week instead of one..the latter of whom, it is said; iuventutem egit enwibus, imo fwonbus, plenorn. And ......
,ˇˇˇˇLike all men who have grown up in society, Prince Andrew liked meeting someone there not of the conventional society stamp. And such was Natasha, with her surprise, her delight, her shyness, and even her mistakes in speaking French. With her he behaved with special care and tenderness, sitting beside her and talking of the simplest and most unimportant matters; he admired her shy grace. In the middle of the cotillion, having completed one of the figures, Natasha, still out of breath, was returning to her seat when another dancer chose her. She was tired and panting and evidently thought of declining, but immediately put her hand gaily on the man's shoulder, smiling at Prince Andrew.,be uniform without, though severally partitioned within; and to be on both sides of !ˇˇˇˇEt le temps perdu.".ˇˇˇˇ"Yes, yes, and so...? " Pierre kept saying as he leaned toward her with his whole body and eagerly listened to her story. "Yes, yes... so he grew tranquil and softened? With all his soul he had always sought one thing- to be perfectly good- so he could not be afraid of death. The faults he had- if he had any- were not of his making. So he did soften?... What a happy thing that he saw you again," he added, suddenly turning to Natasha and looking at her with eyes full of tears.,Brooks is riding the bus, clutching the seat before him, gripped by terror of speed and motion.;
ˇˇˇˇThe countess was sitting with her companion Belova, playing grand-patience as usual, when Pierre and Natasha came into the drawing room with parcels under their arms..ˇˇˇˇVenice, as a people, will live again; England, the aristocracy, will fall, but England, the nation, is immortal.,ˇˇˇˇ"There are a thousand reasons why," laying special emphasis on the why. "Thank you, Princess," he added softly. "Sometimes it is hard.",? Leo Tolstoy,ˇˇˇˇ"Both true and untrue," Pierre began; but Prince Andrew interrupted him.,ˇˇˇˇ"But in the Third Company they say nine men were missing yesterday."...ˇˇˇˇ(1) Power is the relation of a given person to other individuals, in which the more this person expresses opinions, predictions, and justifications of the collective action that is performed, the less is his participation in that action..,ˇˇˇˇRight triumphant has no need of being violent.!
ˇˇˇˇMeanwhile, M. Leblanc had seated himself.!ˇˇˇˇNicholas was with the Russian army in Paris when the news of his father's death reached him. He at once resigned his commission, and without waiting for it to be accepted took leave of absence and went to Moscow. The state of the count's affairs became quite obvious a month after his death, surprising everyone by the immense total of small debts the existence of which no one had suspected. The debts amounted to double the value of the property.,ˇˇˇˇIn Natasha Prince Andrew was conscious of a strange world completely alien to him and brimful of joys unknown to him, a different world, that in the Otradnoe avenue and at the window that moonlight night had already begun to disconcert him. Now this world disconcerted him no longer and was no longer alien to him, but he himself having entered it found in it a new enjoyment.,,ˇˇˇˇIn fact, what is the use of having a handsome face and a delicious costume if one does not display them?,lock them up does rejoice...but still, the place you live is that much more drab and empty that they're gone.,TOMMY...
ˇˇˇˇWhere?,ˇ°Herm-own-ninny.ˇ± ,ˇˇˇˇHe pulled himself together, looked round, screwing up his eyes, glanced at Prince Andrew, and, evidently not recognizing him, moved with his waddling gait to the porch. "Whew... whew... whew!" he whistled, and again glanced at Prince Andrew. As often occurs with old men, it was only after some seconds that the impression produced by Prince Andrew's face linked itself up with Kutuzov's remembrance of his personality...., !ˇˇˇˇMARIUS' TWO CHAIRS FORM A VIS-A-VIS.
ˇˇˇˇ"Then the first one whom I had seen and questioned on entering the town said to me:--,!CHAPTER VI,"It means, sir, that I shall take back Cosette.",,ˇˇˇˇFor six weeks Marius had been living, as we have said, outside of life; those words, going away! caused him to re-enter it harshly.,;
ˇˇˇˇ"I don't know how to answer your question," he said, blushing without knowing why. "I really don't know what sort of girl she is; I can't analyze her at all. She is enchanting, but what makes her so I don't know. That is all one can say about her.",CHAPTER V ,ˇˇˇˇThe writers of universal histories and of the history of culture are like people who, recognizing the defects of paper money, decide to substitute for it money made of metal that has not the specific gravity of gold. It may indeed make jingling coin, but will do no more than that. Paper money may deceive the ignorant, but nobody is deceived by tokens of base metal that have no value but merely jingle. As gold is gold only if it is serviceable not merely for exchange but also for use, so universal historians will be valuable only when they can reply to history's essential question: what is power? The universal historians give contradictory replies to that question, while the historians of culture evade it and answer something quite different. And as counters of imitation gold can be used only among a group of people who agree to accept them as gold, or among those who do not know the nature of gold, so universal historians and historians of culture, not answering humanity's essential question, serve as currency for some purposes of their own, only in universities and among the mass of readers who have a taste for what they call "serious reading." ,ˇˇˇˇ"Yes, just fancy...",ˇˇˇˇWas Jean Valjean unconsciously submitting to the pressure? We who believe in death, are not among the number who will reject this mysterious explanation.,ˇˇˇˇ"But you take it without sugar?" she said, smiling all the time, as if everything she said and everything the others said was very amusing and had a double meaning.,ˇˇˇˇShe had two big wings. My mother must have been almost a saint during her life."!
ˇˇˇˇ"Natasha!" she said, just audibly.!ˇˇˇˇ"Look out, your soles will fly off!" shouted the red-haired man, noticing that the sole of the dancer's boot was hanging loose. "What a fellow you are for dancing!",,;subjects, in whom it reigns; children, women, old folks, sick folks. Only men must ,ˇˇˇˇ"So you are going to Petersburg tomorrow?" she asked.,ANDY,TOMMY;
.,ˇˇˇˇShe now saw him from the commencement of that scene and relived what she had then felt. She recalled his long sad and severe look at those words and understood the meaning of the rebuke and despair in that protracted gaze.;ˇˇˇˇThe conflict had been begun on a gigantic scale at all points; and, as a result of the disarming domiciliary visits, and armorers' shops hastily invaded, was, that the combat which had begun with the throwing of stones was continued with gun-shots.,,ˇˇˇˇThis bucket was bigger than she was, and the child could have set down in it at her ease.!
ˇˇˇˇReceive him if you choose. I don't know but I prefer slashers to fellows that drag their swords. The clash of blades in battle is less dismal, after all, than the clank of the scabbard on the pavement.!LastIndexNext...,,ˇˇˇˇHe supported her, though he was tottering himself..,ˇˇˇˇ"There he is, always losing everything!" remarked the countess..ˇˇˇˇ"In the Rue de la Paix." "At whose house?",ˇˇˇˇ"Look out!" he shouted, in a voice plainly showing that he had long fretted to utter that word, and letting the borzois slip he galloped toward the count.,ˇˇˇˇ"And it had to happen that he should come specially to Petersburg while we are here. And it had to happen that we should meet at that ball. It is fate. Clearly it is fate that everything led up to this! Already then, directly I saw him I felt something peculiar."...
ˇˇˇˇThere, in fact, sat two men, flat on the snow, with their backs against the wall, talking together in subdued tones.,ˇˇˇˇThat gate was always closed....ˇˇˇˇAt the appointed hour, however, he entered the modest house Speranski owned in the Taurida Gardens. In the parqueted dining room this small house, remarkable for its extreme cleanliness (suggesting that of a monastery), Prince Andrew, who was rather late, found the friendly gathering of Speranski's intimate acquaintances already assembled at five o'clock. There were no ladies present except Speranski's little daughter (long-faced like her father) and her governess. The other guests were Gervais, Magnitski, and Stolypin. While still in the anteroom Prince Andrew heard loud voices and a ringing staccato laugh- a laugh such as one hears on the stage. Someone- it sounded like Speranski- was distinctly ejaculating ha-ha-ha. Prince Andrew had never before heard Speranski's famous laugh, and this ringing, high pitched laughter from a statesman made a strange impression on him..ˇˇˇˇShe finished her game of patience and only then examined the presents. They consisted of a box for cards, of splendid workmanship, a bright-blue Sevres tea cup with shepherdesses depicted on it and with a lid, and a gold snuffbox with the count's portrait on the lid which Pierre had had done by a miniaturist in Petersburg. The countess had long wished for such a box, but as she did not want to cry just then she glanced indifferently at the portrait and gave her attention chiefly to the box for cards.,ˇˇˇˇTowards one o'clock in the morning, the night being very dark, he saw two shadows pass along the roof, in the rain and squalls, in front of the dormer-window which was opposite his cage. One halted at the window, long enough to dart in a glance. This was Brujon.,ˇˇˇˇMy wife will go and hunt her up with your letter....
ˇˇˇˇAs at Brienne, he had over his head the shriek of the bullets and of the heavy artillery. Mouldy cannon-balls, old sword-blades, and shapeless projectiles, eaten up with rust, were picked up at the spot where his horse' feet stood.,ˇˇˇˇAh!,,ˇˇˇˇThe purse was actually lost. It is unnecessary to say that no one claimed it, and that it did not succor M. Mabeuf.,ˇˇˇˇOnly, as he was five and fifty, and Cosette eight years of age, all that might have been love in the whole course of his life flowed together into a sort of ineffable light.,ˇˇˇˇ"Why shouldn't I marry her?" he asked his daughter. "She'll make a splendid princess!",.
BOOK NINE: 1812,ˇˇˇˇAfter dinner Natasha, at Prince Andrew's request, went to the clavichord and began singing. Prince Andrew stood by a window talking to the ladies and listened to her. In the midst of a phrase he ceased speaking and suddenly felt tears choking him, a thing he had thought impossible for him. He looked at Natasha as she sang, and something new and joyful stirred in his soul. He felt happy and at the same time sad. He had absolutely nothing to weep about yet he was ready to weep. What about? His former love? The little princess? His disillusionments?... His hopes for the future?... Yes and no. The chief reason was a sudden, vivid sense of the terrible contrast between something infinitely great and illimitable within him and that limited and material something that he, and even she, was. This contrast weighed on and yet cheered him while she sang.,ˇˇˇˇ"I only said that it would be more to the purpose to make sacrifices when we know what is needed!" said he, trying to be heard above the other voices.,,,ˇˇˇˇ"Everything is permissible.,ˇˇˇˇ"What a lot of those Frenchies were taken today, and the fact is that not one of them had what you might call real boots on," said a soldier, starting a new theme. "They were no more than make-believes.",ˇˇˇˇ"He ought to have acted in this way and in that way. In this case he did well and in that case badly. He behaved admirably at the beginning of his reign and during 1812, but acted badly by giving a constitution to Poland, forming the Holy Alliance, entrusting power to Arakcheev, favoring Golitsyn and mysticism, and afterwards Shishkov and Photius. He also acted badly by concerning himself with the active army and disbanding the Semenov regiment.";
ˇˇˇˇIs any one the less ill because one does not know the name of one's malady?,,ˇˇˇˇWhere is he?;LastIndexNext, !ANDY;
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ˇˇˇˇToussaint replied in amazement.--"I am a much better thing than the master, I am the father.",ˇˇˇˇ"There is nothing the matter with me.";ˇˇˇˇTHE STREET URCHIN AN ENEMY OF LIGHT!ˇˇˇˇ"Where are we going?",(Andy looks up), .,LastIndexNext,ˇˇˇˇSo the Emperor, meditating on this terrible turn of fortune, swept his glass for the last time over all the points of the field of battle.!
ˇˇˇˇ"Let us exterminate them to the last man and die at the point of our bayonet.".LastIndexNext,ˇˇˇˇ"What? What did he say?" was heard in the ranks of the Polish Uhlans when one of the aides-de-camp rode up to them.,!ˇˇˇˇ"Never mind," murmured the masked man who carried the big key, in the voice of a ventriloquist, "he's a tough old fellow.",ˇˇˇˇ"It was here that Ulbach killed the shepherdess of Ivry.",usury, the one free, and general for all; the other under licence only, to certain ;
ˇˇˇˇ"I think no one has been more courted than she," she went on, "but till quite lately she never cared seriously for anyone. Now you know, Count," she said to Pierre, "even our dear cousin Boris, who, between ourselves, was very far gone in the land of tenderness..." (alluding to a map of love much in vogue at that time).!ˇˇˇˇThe deformity of triumph overspread that narrow brow.,flower, herba nvsoana; iilaan comaSwm; the apple tree in blossom. In July, come !ˇˇˇˇ*"Thank you, sir." ,ˇˇˇˇ"It is he.",The VOICES keep on, sly and creepy in the dark......LastIndexNext,BOOK SIX: 1808 - 10!
ˇˇˇˇ"Yes, but it is hard for us to imagine eternity," remarked Dimmler, who had joined the young folk with a mildly condescending smile but now spoke as quietly and seriously as they..LastIndexNext,,ˇˇˇˇThe secretary was told to write down the resolution of the Moscow nobility and gentry, that they would furnish ten men, fully equipped, out of every thousand serfs, as the Smolensk gentry had done. Their chairs made a scraping noise as the gentlemen who had conferred rose with apparent relief, and began walking up and down, arm in arm, to stretch their legs and converse in couples.,...,It was shrinking very fast, growing balder and balder, the black hair and stubble retracting into his skull; his cheeks becoming smooth, his skull round and covered with a peachlike fuzz ...,ˇˇˇˇAt random.,ˇˇˇˇ"Yes, you know between cousins intimacy often leads to love. Le cousinage est un dangereux voisinage.* Don't you think so?" ,ˇˇˇˇChildren accept joy and happiness instantly and familiarly, being themselves by nature joy and happiness....ˇˇˇˇGAVROCHE ON THE MARCH;
,ˇˇˇˇThat simple, modest, and therefore truly great, figure could not be cast in the false mold of a European hero- the supposed ruler of men- that history has invented.,ˇˇˇˇThe man who makes his escape, we repeat, is inspired; there is something of the star and of the lightning in the mysterious gleam of flight; the effort towards deliverance is no less surprising than the flight towards the sublime, and one says of the escaped thief: "How did he contrive to scale that wall?" in the same way that one says of Corneille:...ˇˇˇˇIn the first place, she will have very beautiful hands; she had ridiculous hands when she was only a year old; like this! she must be a big girl now; she is seven years old; she is quite a young lady; I call her Cosette, but her name is really Euphrasie. Stop! this morning I was looking at the dust on the chimney-piece, and I had a sort of idea come across me, like that, that I should see Cosette again soon.,ˇˇˇˇThe horses were harnessed, and the travellers, summoned by the coachman, were hastily climbing the lofty iron ladder of the vehicle.;,,,Probably took him most of a year just to get his head through.,;
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69 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- 3RD TIER -- DUSK (1949) 69!ˇˇˇˇLike the wild animal chased from its lair, he was seeking a hole in which he might hide until he could find one where he might dwell.,ˇˇˇˇThis family gathering seemed humiliating to Natasha- as if there were nowhere else for the family to talk but here at the ball. She did not listen to or look at Vera, who was telling her something about her own green dress.,ˇˇˇˇYou see, sir, we do not ask charity, and we cannot bestow it.,Your file says you've served forty years of a life sentence. You feel,,ˇ°HarryˇHarryˇyou look just like your fatherˇjust like himˇˇ± ;
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ˇˇˇˇBy the side of the one where they were singing, there was one where they were howling; a third where they were begging; one could be seen in which they were gnashing their teeth; another load menaced the spectators, another blasphemed God; the last was as silent as the tomb. Dante would have thought that he beheld his seven circles of hell on the march.!ˇˇˇˇAnother had already overthrown Courfeyrac, who was shouting:,ˇˇˇˇDolokhov put away the money, called a footman whom he ordered to bring something for them to eat and drink before the journey, and went into the room where Khvostikov and Makarin were sitting.,.,!
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ˇˇˇˇ"Well, if you call me Monsieur de Courfeyrac again, I shall call you Mother de Veuvain.,ˇˇˇˇSomeone spoke her name in a soft and tender voice from the garden and kissed her head. She looked up. It was Mademoiselle Bourienne in a black dress and weepers. She softly approached Princess Mary, sighed, kissed her, and immediately began to cry. The princess looked up at her. All their former disharmony and her own jealousy recurred to her mind. But she remembered too how he had changed of late toward Mademoiselle Bourienne and could not bear to see her, thereby showing how unjust were the reproaches Princess Mary had mentally addressed to her. "Besides, is it for me, for me who desired his death, to condemn anyone?" she thought.,ˇˇˇˇThe frightful leveller from below, shame, had passed over these brows; at that degree of abasement, the last transformations were suffered by all in their extremest depths, and ignorance, converted into dulness, was the equal of intelligence converted into despair....ˇˇˇˇOn the one side reflection shows that the expression of a man's will- his words- are only part of the general activity expressed in an event, as for instance in a war or a revolution, and so without assuming an incomprehensible, supernatural force- a miracle- one cannot admit that words can be the immediate cause of the movements of millions of men. On the other hand, even if we admitted that words could be the cause of events, history shows that the expression of the will of historical personages does not in most cases produce any effect, that is to say, their commands are often not executed, and sometimes the very opposite of what they order occurs.,ˇˇˇˇThe desperate route traversed Genappe, traversed Quatre-Bras, traversed Gosselies, traversed Frasnes, traversed Charleroi, traversed Thuin, and only halted at the frontier. Alas! and who, then, was fleeing in that manner?.ˇˇˇˇNo one in all that throng paid any attention to him; all glances were directed towards a single point, a wooden bench placed against a small door, in the stretch of wall on the President's left; on this bench, illuminated by several candles, sat a man between two gendarmes..ˇˇˇˇToll wrote a disposition: "The first column will march to so and so," etc. And as usual nothing happened in accord with the disposition. Prince Eugene of Wurttemberg fired from a hill over the French crowds that were running past, and demanded reinforcements which did not arrive. The French, avoiding the Russians, dispersed and hid themselves in the forest by night, making their way round as best they could, and continued their flight.,ˇˇˇˇIt has disappeared; the open spots change place, the sombre folds advance and retreat, a sort of wind from the sepulchre pushes forward, hurls back, distends, and disperses these tragic multitudes..
ˇˇˇˇIn the first place the historian describes the activity of individuals who in his opinion have directed humanity (one historian considers only monarchs, generals, and ministers as being such men, while another includes also orators, learned men, reformers, philosophers, and poets). Secondly, it is assumed that the goal toward which humanity is being led is known to the historians: to one of them this goal is the greatness of the Roman, Spanish, or French realm; to another it is liberty, equality, and a certain kind of civilization of a small corner of the world called Europe.,LastIndexNext,CHAPTER XV .LastIndexNext;ˇˇˇˇ"The cavalry ride to battle and meet the wounded and do not for a moment think of what awaits them, but pass by, winking at the wounded. Yet from among these men twenty thousand are doomed to die, and they wonder at my hat! Strange!" thought Pierre, continuing his way to Tatarinova.;ˇˇˇˇMoreover, he had his hat in his hand, although it had been raining all the morning, and was raining pretty briskly at the very time.!Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard, et qu'une botte.,,? Leo Tolstoy.
CHAPTER III .How's that rock-hammer workin' out anyway? Scratch your name on your wall yet?,ˇˇˇˇ"But why are you angry?" remonstrated Tikhon, "just as if I'd never seen your Frenchmen! Only wait till it gets dark and I'll fetch you any of them you want- three if you like.",BOOK NINE: 1812!ˇˇˇˇ"Yes, sit down!" said Dolokhov.,ˇˇˇˇThe historians, in accord with the old habit of acknowledging divine intervention in human affairs, want to see the cause of events in the expression of the will of someone endowed with power, but that supposition is not confirmed either by reason or by experience.; ;? Leo Tolstoy;