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ĦĦĦĦIt was no longer a man gazing at a man; it was no longer an enemy surveying an enemy.....ĦĦĦĦ"How good warmth is!" said he.,ĦĦĦĦ"Now, look out, master!" he cried.,...,ĦĦĦĦAt two in the morning of the fourteenth of June, the Emperor, having sent for Balashev and read him his letter to Napoleon, ordered him to take it and hand it personally to the French Emperor. When dispatching Balashev, the Emperor repeated to him the words that he would not make peace so long as a single armed enemy remained on Russian soil and told him to transmit those words to Napoleon. Alexander did not insert them in his letter to Napoleon, because with his characteristic tact he felt it would be injudicious to use them at a moment when a last attempt at reconciliation was being made, but he definitely instructed Balashev to repeat them personally to Napoleon.,ĦĦĦĦ"With me!" said Marius....67 INT -- INFIRMARY -- DAY (1949) 67;
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ĦĦĦĦKutuzov's words were hardly understood by the troops. No one could have repeated the field marshal's address, begun solemnly and then changing into an old man's simplehearted talk; but the hearty sincerity of that speech, the feeling of majestic triumph combined with pity for the foe and consciousness of the justice of our cause, exactly expressed by that old man's good-natured expletives, was not merely understood but lay in the soul of every soldier and found expression in their joyous and long-sustained shouts. Afterwards when one of the generals addressed Kutuzov asking whether he wished his caleche to be sent for, Kutuzov in answering unexpectedly gave a sob, being evidently greatly moved. ,ĦĦĦĦThat evening Marya Dmitrievna was going to the Akharovs' and proposed to take the girls with her. Natasha, pleading a headache, remained at home. .ĦĦĦĦThere is a great crowd. However, the hearing has been suspended.;ĦĦĦĦHe felt in it a premeditation from on high, the will of some one who was not man, and he became absorbed in revery..ĦĦĦĦDid he go into a frenzy in order to disguise his weakened powers from himself? Did he begin to waver under the delusion of a breath of adventure? Had he become--a grave matter in a general--unconscious of peril? Is there an age, in this class of material great men, who may be called the giants of action, when genius grows short-sighted? Old age has no hold on the geniuses of the ideal; for the Dantes and Michael Angelos to grow old is to grow in greatness; is it to grow less for the Hannibals and the Bonapartes?,When they check you into this hotel, one of the bellhops bends you over and looks up your works, just to make sure you're not carrying anything. But a truly determined man can get an object quite a ways up there.,ĦĦĦĦNatasha and Pierre were living in Petersburg at the time and had no clear idea of Nicholas' circumstances. Having borrowed money from his brother-in-law, Nicholas tried to hide his wretched condition from him. His position was the more difficult because with his salary of twelve hundred rubles he had not only to keep himself, his mother, and Sonya, but had to shield his mother from knowledge of their poverty. The countess could not conceive of life without the luxurious conditions she had been used to from childhood and, unable to realize how hard it was for her son, kept demanding now a carriage (which they did not keep) to send for a friend, now some expensive article of food for herself, or wine for her son, or money to buy a present as a surprise for Natasha or Sonya, or for Nicholas himself..,ĦĦĦĦNatasha 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.; Find out more.
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;,CHAPTER VII .ĦĦĦĦI am not fond of grinding Breton wheat, any more than long-sawyers like to saw beams with nails in them..ĦĦĦĦDe boire, de battre,!ĦĦĦĦAnd then, are all uprisings calamities?,ĦĦĦĦSome stammer, others lisp. Jomini divides the battle of Waterloo into four moments; Muffling cuts it up into three changes; Charras alone, though we hold another judgment than his on some points, seized with his haughty glance the characteristic outlines of that catastrophe of human genius in conflict with divine chance.,ĦĦĦĦIt was too late. So Marius had disappeared; all was over.,...Find out more.
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ĦĦĦĦ"I have long been waiting for you," that frightened happy little girl seemed to say by the smile that replaced the threatened tears, as she raised her hand to Prince Andrew's shoulder. They were the second couple to enter the circle. Prince Andrew was one of the best dancers of his day and Natasha danced exquisitely. Her little feet in their white satin dancing shoes did their work swiftly, lightly, and independently of herself, while her face beamed with ecstatic happiness. Her slender bare arms and neck were not beautiful- compared to Helene's her shoulders looked thin and her bosom undeveloped. But Helene seemed, as it were, hardened by a varnish left by the thousands of looks that had scanned her person, while Natasha was like a girl exposed for the first time, who would have felt very much ashamed had she not been assured that this was absolutely necessary..ĦĦĦĦ"They have our friend; we have their agent....,;ĦĦĦĦand Marie Antoinette lay in that dust....ĦĦĦĦTowards the middle of the Bridge, Cosette, whose feet were benumbed, wanted to walk.;ĦĦĦĦAnd all Nicholas did was fruitful- probably just because he refused to allow himself to think that he was doing good to others for virtue's sake. His means increased rapidly; serfs from neighboring estates came to beg him to buy them, and long after his death the memory of his administration was devoutly preserved among the serfs. "He was a master... the peasants' affairs first and then his own. Of course he was not to be trifled with either- in a word, he was a real master!" ...
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ĦĦĦĦJean Valjean turned towards him and said very rapidly and in a very low voice:--.ĦĦĦĦFor a long time he could not understand what was happening to him. All around he heard his comrades sobbing with joy.!ĦĦĦĦPeople thereabouts thought they knew that this Boulatruelle had been in the galleys. He was subjected to certain police supervision, and, as he could find work nowhere, the administration employed him at reduced rates as a road-mender on the cross-road from Gagny to Lagny.,ĦĦĦĦTHE USE MADE OF M. LEBLANC'S FIVE-FRANC PIECE;ĦĦĦĦ"Then I won't let it come to that... I shall tell!" cried Sonya, bursting into tears.,ĦĦĦĦ"Go!" he cried, twisting the reins round his hands, and the troyka tore down the Nikitski Boulevard.,ĦĦĦĦAt that moment there was about him that divine something which causes multitudes to stand aside and make way for a man.,;Harry could do nothing to prevent it, he was tied too tightlyĦ.Squinting down, struggling hopelessly at the ropes binding him, he saw the shining silver dagger shaking in Wormtail's remaining hand. He felt its point penetrate the crook of his right arm and blood seeping down the sleeve of his torn robes. Wormtail, still panting with pain, rumbled in his pocket for a glass vial and held it to Harry's cut, so that a dribble of blood fell into it. .
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Fire . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4 ",ĦĦĦĦ"You are always charming and melancholy, my dear Julie," she said to the daughter. "Boris says his soul finds repose at your house. He has suffered so many disappointments and is so sensitive," said she to the mother. "Ah, my dear, I can't tell you how fond I have grown of Julie latterly," she said to her son. "But who could help loving her? She is an angelic being! Ah, Boris, Boris!"- she paused. "And how I pity her mother," she went on; "today she showed me her accounts and letters from Penza (they have enormous estates there), and she, poor thing, has no one to help her, and they do cheat her so!"!ĦĦĦĦPerhaps it need not be done so pedantically, thought Nicholas, or even done at all, but this untiring, continual spiritual effort of which the sole aim was the children's moral welfare delighted him. Had Nicholas been able to analyze his feelings he would have found that his steady, tender, and proud love of his wife rested on his feeling of wonder at her spirituality and at the lofty moral world, almost beyond his reach, in which she had her being..!,ĦĦĦĦ"You wait a bit," he called after him. "I'm not joking, I'm talking sense. Come here, come here!"!ĦĦĦĦRise, if you will, but let it be that you may grow great. There is no insurrection except in a forward direction.;
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ĦĦĦĦBarclay stood for caution. The Tsarevich hinted at treachery and demanded a general engagement. Lubomirski, Bronnitski, Wlocki, and the others of that group stirred up so much trouble that Barclay, under pretext of sending papers to the Emperor, dispatched these Polish adjutants general to Petersburg and plunged into an open struggle with Bennigsen and the Tsarevich.,,ĦĦĦĦThat done, he took his bearings, and resumed his march through the forest.;LastIndexNext,? Leo Tolstoy,RED (V.O.),ĦĦĦĦShe paused. She so wanted a word from him that would explain to her what had happened and to which she could find no answer.,Virtue is like a rich stone, best plain set: and surely virtue is best in a body that ,,ĦĦĦĦ"I've spoken to him. He hopes we should be in time to get away tomorrow, but I think it would now be better to stay here," said Mademoiselle Bourienne. "Because, you will agree, chere Marie, to fall into the hands of the soldiers or of riotous peasants would be terrible."...