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ĦĦĦĦThe winter had thinned out the forest, so that Thenardier did not lose them from sight, although he kept at a good distance. The man turned round from time to time, and looked to see if he was being followed.,,ĦĦĦĦ"One might easily get killed that way! What do they mean by it? Killing people! Poor dear, he's as white as a sheet!"- various voices were heard saying.!? Leo Tolstoy,ĦĦĦĦHe had bivouacked at Dion-le-Mont, and had set out at daybreak; but the roads were impassable, and his divisions stuck fast in the mire....ĦĦĦĦ"What force!" remarked one. "Knocked the roof and ceiling all to splinters!",ĦĦĦĦ"You've got the sniffles, old lady," said Gavroche. "Blow your promontory.",ĦĦĦĦ"And great haste is required.".
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ĦĦĦĦWhat have you to say?";ĦĦĦĦ"Erza, darling! Ilagin wailed in a voice unlike his own. Erza did not hearken to his appeal. At the very moment when she would have seized her prey, the hare moved and darted along the balk between the winter rye and the stubble. Again Erza and Milka were abreast, running like a pair of carriage horses, and began to overtake the hare, but it was easier for the hare to run on the balk and the borzois did not overtake him so quickly.;LOW ANGLE SLOW PUSH IN on the massive, rust-streaked steel! ,ĦĦĦĦDaniel galloped up silently, holding a naked dagger in his left hand and thrashing the laboring sides of his chestnut horse with his whip as if it were a flail.,;ĦĦĦĦIt was the crest of this ruin that Thenardier had succeeded in reaching, a little after one o'clock in the morning.,,ĦĦĦĦIn the hut which the men had passed, the chief officers had gathered and were in animated talk over their tea about the events of the day and the maneuvers suggested for tomorrow. It was proposed to make a flank march to the left, cut off the Vice-King (Murat) and capture him..ĦĦĦĦHe quitted the mob and ran up to his quarters at full speed. He seized an old hat and his purse.... Find out more.
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ĦĦĦĦA simple trade! A bread-winner! What a fall, my benefactor!,ĦĦĦĦ"She really is a dear little thing," said Rostov to Ilyin, who was following him.,ĦĦĦĦThe Emperor was in very good spirits after his ride through Vilna, where crowds of people had rapturously greeted and followed him. From all the windows of the streets through which he rode, rugs, flags, and his monogram were displayed, and the Polish ladies, welcoming him, waved their handkerchiefs to him.!ĦĦĦĦThe buildings, begun under straitened circumstances, were more than simple. The immense house on the old stone foundations was of wood, plastered only inside. It had bare deal floors and was furnished with very simple hard sofas, armchairs, tables, and chairs made by their own serf carpenters out of their own birchwood. The house was spacious and had rooms for the house serfs and apartments for visitors. Whole families of the Rostovs' and Bolkonskis' relations sometimes came to Bald Hills with sixteen horses and dozens of servants and stayed for months. Besides that, four times a year, on the name days and birthdays of the hosts, as many as a hundred visitors would gather there for a day or two. The rest of the year life pursued its unbroken routine with its ordinary occupations, and its breakfasts, lunches, dinners, and suppers, provided out of the produce of the estate. ,ĦĦĦĦIn the past he had never been able to find that great inscrutable infinite something. He had only felt that it must exist somewhere and had looked for it. In everything near and comprehensible he had only what was limited, petty, commonplace, and senseless. He had equipped himself with a mental telescope and looked into remote space, where petty worldliness hiding itself in misty distance had seemed to him great and infinite merely because it was not clearly seen. And such had European life, politics, Freemasonry, philosophy, and philanthropy seemed to him. But even then, at moments of weakness as he had accounted them, his mind had penetrated to those distances and he had there seen the same pettiness, worldliness, and senselessness. Now, however, he had learned to see the great, eternal, and infinite in everything, and therefore- to see it and enjoy its contemplation- he naturally threw away the telescope through which he had till now gazed over men's heads, and gladly regarded the ever-changing, eternally great, unfathomable, and infinite life around him. And the closer he looked the more tranquil and happy he became. That dreadful question, "What for?" which had formerly destroyed all his mental edifices, no longer existed for him. To that question, "What for?" a simple answer was now always ready in his soul: "Because there is a God, that God without whose will not one hair falls from a man's head.",ĦĦĦĦBut not to speak of the intrinsic quality of histories of this kind (which may possibly even be of use to someone for something) the histories of culture, to which all general histories tend more and more to approximate, are significant from the fact that after seriously and minutely examining various religious, philosophic, and political doctrines as causes of events, as soon as they have to describe an actual historic event such as the campaign of 1812 for instance, they involuntarily describe it as resulting from an exercise of power- and say plainly that that was the result of Napoleon's will. Speaking so, the historians of culture involuntarily contradict themselves, and show that the new force they have devised does not account for what happens in history, and that history can only be explained by introducing a power which they apparently do not recognize. ,,ĦĦĦĦPower itself is often a faction....Find out more.
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,ĦĦĦĦ"Natasha insists on seeing Count Peter Kirilovich," said she.,vulgar: but,ĦĦĦĦIn this state of mind nothing escaped him, nothing deceived him, and every moment he was discovering the foundation of life, of humanity, and of destiny.,ĦĦĦĦThe theory of the transference of the collective will of the people to historic persons may perhaps explain much in the domain of jurisprudence and be essential for its purposes, but in its application to history, as soon as revolutions, conquests, or civil wars occur- that is, as soon as history begins- that theory explains nothing..ĦĦĦĦAs for Eponine, Javert had caused her to be seized; a mediocre consolation.,ĦĦĦĦThe deformity of triumph overspread that narrow brow.,;
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SECOND EPILOGUE,ĦĦĦĦAfter Nicholas had gone things in the Rostov household were more depressing than ever, and the countess fell ill from mental agitation.!ĦĦĦĦ"Red," said he as he entered, and he looked intently at Enjolras. Then, with the palm of his energetic hand, he laid the two scarlet points of the waistcoat across his breast.,ĦĦĦĦRostov glanced angrily at Ilyin and without replying strode off with rapid steps to the village.,ĦĦĦĦThe more the plundering by the French continued, the more both the wealth of Moscow and the strength of its plunderers was destroyed. But plundering by the Russians, with which the reoccupation of the city began, had an opposite effect: the longer it continued and the greater the number of people taking part in it the more rapidly was the wealth of the city and its regular life restored.,.ĦĦĦĦIt seemed as though it might be possible to pierce this worm-eaten barrier.;...
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ĦĦĦĦIts sad fate was to recall neither the grand war nor grand politics.,ĦĦĦĦ"What were you saying?" he asked the general, who continuing his report directed the commander in chief's attention to some standards captured from the French and standing in front of the Preobrazhensk regiment.,,,ĦĦĦĦOn arriving there he turned round and said:--, !
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!? Leo Tolstoy,ĦĦĦĦAnd by old habit he asked himself the question: "Well, and what then? What am I going to do?" And he immediately gave himself the answer: "Well, I shall live. Ah, how splendid!",Ħ°This? It is called a Pensieve,Ħħ said Dumbledore. Ħ°I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind.Ħħ ,ĦĦĦĦWhile the marshal was passing, the prisoners had huddled together in a crowd, and Pierre saw Karataev whom he had not yet seen that morning. He sat in his short overcoat leaning against a birch tree. On his face, besides the look of joyful emotion it had worn yesterday while telling the tale of the merchant who suffered innocently, there was now an expression of quiet solemnity.,Red appears b.g., a distant figure walking out across the sand, wearing his cheap suit and carrying his cheap bag.;