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CHAPTER III ,ĦĦĦĦTattered, blue-purple clouds, reddening in the east, were scudding before the wind. It was growing lighter and lighter. That curly grass which always grows by country roadsides became clearly visible, still wet with the night's rain; the drooping branches of the birches, also wet, swayed in the wind and flung down bright drops of water to one side. The soldiers' faces were more and more clearly visible. Rostov, always closely followed by Ilyin, rode along the side of the road between two rows of birch trees.,ĦĦĦĦ"Done for!" repeated Dolokhov as if the utterance of these words afforded him pleasure, and he went quickly up to the prisoners, who were surrounded by Cossacks who had hurried up. "We won't take them!" he called out to Denisov.,,ĦĦĦĦ"What a darling that girl is!" thought he. "And what have I been thinking of till now?";ĦĦĦĦAnd again all the faces in that crowd bore an identical expression, though now it was certainly not an expression of curiosity or gratitude, but of angry resolve.,ĦĦĦĦCertainly not.!
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ĦĦĦĦNicholas' position became worse and worse. The idea of putting something aside out of his salary proved a dream. Not only did he not save anything, but to comply with his mother's demands he even incurred some small debts. He could see no way out of this situation. The idea of marrying some rich woman, which was suggested to him by his female relations, was repugnant to him. The other way out- his mother's death- never entered his head. He wished for nothing and hoped for nothing, and deep in his heart experienced a gloomy and stern satisfaction in an uncomplaining endurance of his position. He tried to avoid his old acquaintances with their commiseration and offensive offers of assistance; he avoided all distraction and recreation, and even at home did nothing but play cards with his mother, pace silently up and down the room, and smoke one pipe after another. He seemed carefully to cherish within himself the gloomy mood which alone enabled him to endure his position. ,ĦĦĦĦAncient Europe profited by it to undertake reforms....,ĦĦĦĦWhen the mob saw the cartridges, a tremor ran through the bravest, and a momentary silence ensued.!ĦĦĦĦHe went on:--;ĦĦĦĦ"Mary," said she, "tell me what I should do! I am afraid of being bad. Whatever you tell me, I will do. Tell me...."!ĦĦĦĦYou blush and turn pale, when a certain being clad in black appears at the end of a certain green walk?; Find out more.
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ĦĦĦĦNapoleon, riding to Valuevo on the twenty-fourth, did not see (as the history books say he did) the position of the Russians from Utitsa to Borodino (he could not have seen that position because it did not exist), nor did he see an advanced post of the Russian army, but while pursuing the Russian rearguard he came upon the left flank of the Russian position- at the Shevardino Redoubt- and unexpectedly for the Russians moved his army across the Kolocha. And the Russians, not having time to begin a general engagement, withdrew their left wing from the position they had intended to occupy and took up a new position which had not been foreseen and was not fortified. By crossing to the other side of the Kolocha to the left of the highroad, Napoleon shifted the whole forthcoming battle from right to left (looking from the Russian side) and transferred it to the plain between Utitsa, Semenovsk, and Borodino- a plain no more advantageous as a position than any other plain in Russia- and there the whole battle of the twenty-sixth of August took place.,ĦĦĦĦThis terror was the result of the quantity of revolution which was contained in him.,.ĦĦĦĦLet us not be caught unprepared. We must go over all the seams that we have made and see whether they hold fast.. ,ĦĦĦĦ"Yes," replied the countess. She held out her hand to him, and with a mixed feeling of estrangement and tenderness pressed her lips to his forehead as he stooped to kiss her hand. She wished to love him as a son, but felt that to her he was a stranger and a terrifying man. "I am sure my husband will consent," said the countess, "but your father...".With what intention?.Find out more.
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,ĦĦĦĦThe passer-by said to the inhabitant:--"You see what I have on my back, I must get out, you have the key, give it to me.".ĦĦĦĦShe preferred an hour with him to all her rapturous tete-a-tetes with Catherine. He held her hand as they walked, and said sweet things to her.,advantage all;ĦĦĦĦĦĦĦĦĦĦĦĦTendre melancholie, ah, viens me consoler,,ĦĦĦĦI should like to have all these English bullets enter my bowels!".ĦĦĦĦHelene welcomed Natasha delightedly and was loud in admiration of her beauty and her dress. Soon after their arrival Mademoiselle George went out of the room to change her costume. In the drawing room people began arranging the chairs and taking their seats. Anatole moved a chair for Natasha and was about to sit down beside her, but the count, who never lost sight of her, took the seat himself. Anatole sat down behind her.,ĦĦĦĦA moment later he heard Ma'am Bougon take her departure, locking the door of the house behind her..,BOOK FOURTEEN: 1812;
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ĦĦĦĦWhen the troops reached their night's halting place on the eighth of November, the last day of the Krasnoe battles, it was already growing dusk. All day it had been calm and frosty with occasional lightly falling snow and toward evening it began to clear. Through the falling snow a purple-black and starry sky showed itself and the frost grew keener.,ĦĦĦĦDuring the whole of their march from Moscow no fresh orders had been issued by the French authorities concerning the party of prisoners among whom was Pierre. On the twenty-second of October that party was no longer with the same troops and baggage trains with which it had left Moscow. Half the wagons laden with hardtack that had traveled the first stages with them had been captured by Cossacks, the other half had gone on ahead. Not one of those dismounted cavalrymen who had marched in front of the prisoners was left; they had all disappeared. The artillery the prisoners had seen in front of them during the first days was now replaced by Marshal Junot's enormous baggage train, convoyed by Westphalians. Behind the prisoners came a cavalry baggage train..ĦĦĦĦMa'am Bougon was in the habit of leaving all the doors open.!...? Leo Tolstoy,by a water higher than the pool and delivered into it by fair spouts, and then ...!ĦĦĦĦIt was separated by the flooring, which had neither traps nor stairs, and which formed the diaphragm of the building, as it were.;Ħ°He died?Ħħ !
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ĦĦĦĦHer voice was so abrupt and hoarse that the two women thought they heard the voice of a man; they wheeled round in affright....,,,ĦĦĦĦHe had acquired the habit of reading a few pages in his Diogenes Laertius every night, before he went to bed.,ĦĦĦĦHe looked up at the sky. And the sky was a fairy realm like the earth. It was clearing, and over the tops of the trees clouds were swiftly sailing as if unveiling the stars. Sometimes it looked as if the clouds were passing, and a clear black sky appeared. Sometimes it seemed as if the black spaces were clouds. Sometimes the sky seemed to be rising high, high overhead, and then it seemed to sink so low that one could touch it with one's hand.,ĦĦĦĦWhat was the ebb and flow of this tragic meditation?!ĦĦĦĦMarius was now a thoroughly roused man.!
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TROUT;ĦĦĦĦHe knelt beside Cosette's bed.... ...ĦĦĦĦAll at once the idea occurred to her that the stone had not reached the bench all by itself, that some one had placed it there, that an arm had been thrust through the railing, and this idea appeared to alarm her. This time, the fear was genuine; the stone was there....,ĦĦĦĦ"Nor a scamp with the air of an old red tail?",? Leo Tolstoy.ĦĦĦĦAt their yesterday's halting place, feeling chilly by a dying campfire, Pierre had got up and gone to the next one, which was burning better. There Platon Karataev was sitting covered up- head and all- with his greatcoat as if it were a vestment, telling the soldiers in his effective and pleasant though now feeble voice a story Pierre knew. It was already past midnight, the hour when Karataev was usually free of his fever and particularly lively. When Pierre reached the fire and heard Platon's voice enfeebled by illness, and saw his pathetic face brightly lit up by the blaze, he felt a painful prick at his heart. His feeling of pity for this man frightened him and he wished to go away, but there was no other fire, and Pierre sat down, trying not to look at Platon.!ĦĦĦĦ"Yes, but that is nothing," said Jean Valjean....