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¡¡¡¡Having arranged matters thus, Denisov and Dolokhov intended, without reporting matters to the higher command, to attack and seize that convoy with their own small forces. On October 22 it was moving from the village of Mikulino to that of Shamshevo. To the left of the road between Mikulino and Shamshevo there were large forests, extending in some places up to the road itself though in others a mile or more back from it. Through these forests Denisov and his party rode all day, sometimes keeping well back in them and sometimes coming to the very edge, but never losing sight of the moving French. That morning, Cossacks of Denisov's party had seized and carried off into the forest two wagons loaded with cavalry saddles, which had stuck in the mud not far from Mikulino where the forest ran close to the road. Since then, and until evening, the party had the movements of the French without attacking. It was necessary to let the French reach Shamshevo quietly without alarming them and then, after joining Dolokhov who was to come that evening to a consultation at a watchman's hut in the forest less than a mile from Shamshevo, to surprise the French at dawn, falling like an avalanche on their heads from two sides, and rout and capture them all at one blow.;discreetly in his ear.,¡¡¡¡"To please Moscow girls nowadays one has to be melancholy. He is very melancholy with Mademoiselle Karagina," said Pierre.,¡¡¡¡And the man is good.,,.
¡¡¡¡This nightmare struck him so forcibly that he wrote it down later on.,CHAPTER XXIII ...¡¡¡¡"What do you mean? For God's sake... If you tell, you are my enemy!" declared Natasha. "You want me to be miserable, you want us to be separated....",¡¡¡¡There was no address on one side, no seal on the other.,¡¡¡¡Let us return to 1830.,¡°Shut up!¡± Snape hissed to Filch. .¡¡¡¡Then a formidable spectacle was seen.,¡¡¡¡On the outside, the front of the barricade, composed of piles of paving-stones and casks bound together by beams and planks, which were entangled in the wheels of Anceau's dray and of the overturned omnibus, had a bristling and inextricable aspect....¡¡¡¡The candle was nearing its end....
.¡¡¡¡before Waterloo, in Bonaparte overthrowing the old thrones; after Waterloo, in Louis XVIII. granting and conforming to the charter.,¡¡¡¡Mitenka's wife and sisters-in-law thrust their heads and frightened faces out of the door of a room where a bright samovar was boiling and where the steward's high bedstead stood with its patchwork quilt.;¡¡¡¡"Oh, let me be! Why have you interfered at all? Why? Why? Who asked you to?" shouted Natasha, raising herself on the sofa and looking malignantly at Marya Dmitrievna.;;whom he speaketh, may give him a direction, how far to go: and generally, where a ,¡¡¡¡These guarantees are a necessity of the times.;
¡¡¡¡In reply to the count's anxious inquiries as to why she was so dejected and whether anything had happened to her betrothed, she assured him that nothing had happened and asked him not to worry. Marya Dmitrievna confirmed Natasha's assurances that nothing had happened. From the pretense of illness, from his daughter's distress, and by the embarrassed faces of Sonya and Marya Dmitrievna, the count saw clearly that something had gone wrong during his absence, but it was so terrible for him to think that anything disgraceful had happened to his beloved daughter, and he so prized his own cheerful tranquillity, that he avoided inquiries and tried to assure himself that nothing particularly had happened; and he was only dissatisfied that her indisposition delayed their return to the country.!¡¡¡¡Ulm, Wagram, Jena, Friedland, died with them.,¡¡¡¡"Ah, Vesenny?" said a Cossack.;,...¡¡¡¡In chapter 13, verse 18, of the Apocalypse, it is said: ,,¡¡¡¡On the eleventh of July, which was Saturday, the manifesto was received but was not yet in print, and Pierre, who was at the Rostovs', promised to come to dinner next day, Sunday, and bring a copy of the manifesto and appeal, which he would obtain from Count Rostopchin.,.
,¡¡¡¡As he laid his hand on the lock of the door, and was on the point of opening it, a sudden reflection caused him to pause. The corridor was long, the staircase steep, Jondrette was talkative, M. Leblanc had, no doubt, not yet regained his carriage; if, on turning round in the corridor, or on the staircase, he were to catch sight of him, Marius, in that house, he would, evidently, take the alarm, and find means to escape from him again, and this time it would be final.,¡¡¡¡"Come along," said Courfeyrac.,¡¡¡¡Progress; and that holy, sweet, and good thing, progress, they claimed in terrible wise, driven to extremities as they were, half naked, club in fist, a roar in their mouths.,¡¡¡¡It was evident that he sought to hide, and that there was some mystery in what he was doing.,,,¡¡¡¡"Make haste!" said Guelemer, "the cops may pass.".
CHAPTER IV ,¡¡¡¡"This happens just right," said Courfeyrac, "I have forgotten my purse, and I have lost my hat.",¡¡¡¡It was this glance which Fantine had felt penetrating to the very marrow of her bones two months previously.,¡¡¡¡The whole shop seemed a palace to her: the doll was not a doll; it was a vision.,¡¡¡¡Prince Andrew in his riding cloak, mounted on a black horse, was looking at Alpatych from the back of the crowd.;.But the thin ribbons were spinning around Ron's chest now; he tugged and tore at them as the brain was pulled tight against him like an octopus's body....
¡¡¡¡Power is the collective will of the people transferred, by expressed or tacit consent, to their chosen rulers.,ANDY DUFRESNE.CHAPTER XVI ,¡¡¡¡"That is true, Mr. President," responded the district-attorney. "In the absence of sieur Javert, I think it my duty to remind the gentlemen of the jury of what he said here a few hours ago. Javert is an estimable man, who does honor by his rigorous and strict probity to inferior but important functions.,¡¡¡¡The last role is played. The actor is bidden to disrobe and wash off his powder and paint: he will not be wanted any more.!¡¡¡¡Natasha lit the candles, one on each side of one of the looking glasses, and sat down.,¡¡¡¡Are you crazy!,¡¡¡¡"In the heel.!
¡¡¡¡He struck a match and lighted a candle.!;¡°He was a real wizard, then?¡± the old man said, his eyes on Voldemort. ¡°Killed me, that one did.¡You fight him, boy.¡¡± ,,¡¡¡¡When they all drove back from Pelageya Danilovna's, Natasha, who always saw and noticed everything, arranged that she and Madame Schoss should go back in the sleigh with Dimmler, and Sonya with Nicholas and the maids.,,¡¡¡¡"You bother me," said Eponine....
¡¡¡¡(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..¡¡¡¡The corridor was too dark to allow of the person's face being distinguished; but when the man reached the staircase, a ray of light from without made it stand out like a silhouette, and Jean Valjean had a complete view of his back....¡¡¡¡"A good thing too, little countess," said "Uncle," "only mind you don't fall off your horse," he added, "because- that's it, come on!- you've nothing to hold on to."...¡¡¡¡Where the infantry stood the artillery arrives, the cavalry rushes in where the artillery was, the battalions are like smoke..¡¡¡¡*"Good day, gentlemen." ,¡¡¡¡This officer began visiting Pierre, and the princess used to make fun of the tenderness the Italian expressed for him.,¡¡¡¡"I am with you.,¡¡¡¡Will the future arrive?;
¡¡¡¡Prince Andrew frowned and remained silent.,¡¡¡¡Having gone nearly three miles he at last met an acquaintance and eagerly addressed him. This was one of the head army doctors. He was driving toward Pierre in a covered gig, sitting beside a young surgeon, and on recognizing Pierre he told the Cossack who occupied the driver's seat to pull up.,? Victor Hugo,¡¡¡¡"The wascal!" said Denisov.... ,¡¡¡¡Come with confidence.",...
...¡®I'm not playing games,¡¯ said Harry, half his mind on the conversation, half on his wandering foot. And then he found someone's toes and pressed down upon them. A sharp intake of breath behind him told him they were Hermione's.,¡¡¡¡"And what is his name?";¡¡¡¡The vast rout held their peace. Lafayette spoke and bade Lamarque farewell.!? Leo Tolstoy;¡¡¡¡I should say so....? Leo Tolstoy,¡¡¡¡I am going to explain to thee....¡¡¡¡Jean Valjean had a canopied bed of antique damask in three colors and a beautiful Persian rug purchased in the Rue du Figuier-Saint-Paul at Mother Gaucher's, put into Cosette's chamber, and, in order to redeem the severity of these magnificent old things, he had amalgamated with this bric-a-brac all the gay and graceful little pieces of furniture suitable to young girls, an etagere, a bookcase filled with gilt-edged books, an inkstand, a blotting-book, paper, a work-table incrusted with mother of pearl, a silver-gilt dressing-case, a toilet service in Japanese porcelain. Long damask curtains with a red foundation and three colors, like those on the bed, hung at the windows of the first floor. On the ground floor, the curtains were of tapestry....
¡¡¡¡he said to Cosette.,¡¡¡¡He seized the candle in his fist, and set it on the chimney-piece with so violent a bang that the wick came near being extinguished, and the tallow bespattered the wall.,of catching and polling clerks and ministers. ,¡¡¡¡Thoughtful minds make but little use of the phrase:,¡¡¡¡"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.,¡¡¡¡Where am I?' The man replied not.;I killed her, Red.,;
if he confer lime, he had need have a present wit; and if he read little, he had need ,¡¡¡¡Now speak, what's the matter?,¡¡¡¡Algebra, medicine, botany, have each their slang. The tongue which is employed on board ship, that wonderful language of the sea, which is so complete and so picturesque, which was spoken by Jean Bart, Duquesne, Suffren, and Duperre, which mingles with the whistling of the rigging, the sound of the speaking-trumpets, the shock of the boarding-irons, the roll of the sea, the wind, the gale, the cannon, is wholly a heroic and dazzling slang, which is to the fierce slang of the thieves what the lion is to the jackal....,¡¡¡¡"O God! I am lost!" she said to herself. "How could I let him?" She sat for a long time hiding her flushed face in her hands trying to realize what had happened to her, but was unable either to understand what had happened or what she felt. Everything seemed dark, obscure, and terrible. There in that enormous, illuminated theater where the bare-legged Duport, in a tinsel-decorated jacket, jumped about to the music on wet boards, and young girls and old men, and the nearly naked Helene with her proud, calm smile, rapturously cried "bravo!"- there in the presence of that Helene it had all seemed clear and simple; but now, alone by herself, it was incomprehensible. "What is it? What was that terror I felt of him? What is this gnawing of conscience I am feeling now?" she thought.,.¡¡¡¡"There, how that devil hits out! He's made my face all bloody," said he in a frightened whisper when the sergeant major had passed on.,¡¡¡¡"What am I to do with the people?" said Dron. "They're quite beside themselves; I have already told them...",¡¡¡¡He had a comic foundation under a tragic exterior, he asked nothing better than to frighten you, very much like those snuff-boxes which are in the shape of a pistol. The detonation makes one sneeze.;
¡¡¡¡"Would you believe it?,¡¡¡¡For an order to be certainly executed, it is necessary that a man should order what can be executed. But to know what can and what cannot be executed is impossible, not only in the case of Napoleon's invasion of Russia in which millions participated, but even in the simplest event, for in either case millions of obstacles may arise to prevent its execution. Every order executed is always one of an immense number unexecuted. All the impossible orders inconsistent with the course of events remain unexecuted. Only the possible ones get linked up with a consecutive series of commands corresponding to a series of events, and are executed.,¡¡¡¡"The day is not far distant when, within four hours by the clock, eighty thousand patriots will be under arms.";¡¡¡¡It is a question of seizing the opponent round the waist.,¡¡¡¡The musical notation of an infirmity is repugnant to us.],¡¡¡¡The soldiers rushed into the Genrot alley....¡¡¡¡"That's a queer fish.".,every day by the hand. Also some steps up to it, and some fine pavement about it, ,¡¡¡¡The thinker of to-day has a great duty-- to auscultate civilization.;
¡¡¡¡"Help!,Zihuatanejo?...¡®Tarantallegra!¡¯ he shouted, his wand pointing at Neville, whose legs went immediately into a kind of frenzied tap-dance, unbalancing him and causing him to fall to the floor again. ¡®Now, Potter¡ª¡¯,¡¡¡¡This relation of the men who command to those they command is what constitutes the essence of the conception called power....,¡¡¡¡As she entered the ballroom her father was hurriedly coming out of her mother's room. His face was puckered up and wet with tears. He had evidently run out of that room to give vent to the sobs that were choking him. When he saw Natasha he waved his arms despairingly and burst into convulsively painful sobs that distorted his soft round face.,¡¡¡¡The only conception that can explain the movement of the locomotive is that of a force commensurate with the movement observed.,!
¡¡¡¡"I will be here at six, and I will fetch you the sixty francs.",¡¡¡¡Nevertheless, the district-attorney was bent on having a Jean Valjean; and as he had no longer Champmathieu, he took Madeleine.,¡¡¡¡The Emperor of Russia had, meanwhile, been in Vilna for more than a month. reviewing troops and holding maneuvers. Nothing was ready for the war that everyone expected and to prepare for which the Emperor had come from Petersburg. There was no general plan of action. The vacillation between the various plans that were proposed had even increased after the Emperor had been at headquarters for a month. Each of the three armies had its own commander in chief, but there was no supreme commander of all the forces, and the Emperor did not assume that responsibility himself....¡¡¡¡It seemed to her that that thin and yellow little man must be an object coveted by all.,¡¡¡¡She tried to smile and could not. Then she resumed:--,¡¡¡¡"If this man has, indeed, stolen a few apples, that means a month in prison.,...
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¡¡¡¡He did not say another word to Petya but rode in silence all the way. When they had come to the edge of the forest it was noticeably growing light over the field. Denisov talked in whispers with the esaul and the Cossacks rode past Petya and Denisov. When they had all ridden by, Denisov touched his horse and rode down the hill. Slipping onto their haunches and sliding, the horses descended with their riders into the ravine. Petya rode beside Denisov, the pulsation of his body constantly increasing. It was getting lighter and lighter, but the mist still hid distant objects. Having reached the valley, Denisov looked back and nodded to a Cossack beside him.,¡¡¡¡fortunately it still lasted for the men..A second sort is of those, that have some natural dispositions, which have .¡¡¡¡It was only at headquarters that there was depression, uneasiness, and intriguing; in the body of the army they did not ask themselves where they were going or why. If they regretted having to retreat, it was only because they had to leave billets they had grown accustomed to, or some pretty young Polish lady. If the thought that things looked bad chanced to enter anyone's head, he tried to be as cheerful as befits a good soldier and not to think of the general trend of affairs, but only of the task nearest to hand. First they camped gaily before Vilna, making acquaintance with the Polish landowners, preparing for reviews and being reviewed by the Emperor and other high commanders. Then came an order to retreat to Sventsyani and destroy any provisions they could not carry away with them. Sventsyani was remembered by the hussars only as the drunken camp, a name the whole army gave to their encampment there, and because many complaints were made against the troops, who, taking advantage of the order to collect provisions, took also horses, carriages, and carpets from the Polish proprietors. Rostov remembered Sventsyani, because on the first day of their arrival at that small town he changed his sergeant major and was unable to manage all the drunken men of his squadron who, unknown to him, had appropriated five barrels of old beer. From Sventsyani they retired farther and farther to Drissa, and thence again beyond Drissa, drawing near to the frontier of Russia proper.,¡¡¡¡In front of this position, they say, a fortified outpost was set up on the Shevardino mound to observe the enemy. On the twenty-fourth, we are told, Napoleon attacked this advanced post and took it, and, on the twenty-sixth, attacked the whole Russian army, which was in position on the field of Borodino...¡¡¡¡to make a little render to success the sound of a catastrophe in order that those who profit by it may tremble from it also, to season with fear every step that is taken, to augment the curve of the transition to the point of retarding progress, to dull that aurora, to denounce and retrench the harshness of enthusiasm, to cut all angles and nails, to wad triumph, to muffle up right, to envelop the giant-people in flannel, and to put it to bed very speedily, to impose a diet on that excess of health, to put Hercules on the treatment of a convalescent, to dilute the event with the expedient, to offer to spirits thirsting for the ideal that nectar thinned out with a potion, to take one's precautions against too much success, to garnish the revolution with a shade.;¡¡¡¡"Natasha! Natasha!..." cried the countess. "It's not true... it's not true... He's lying... Natasha!" she shrieked, pushing those around her away. "Go away, all of you; it's not true! Killed!... ha, ha, ha!... It's not true!", .
.¡¡¡¡"If Monsieur desires to witness a case, it is rather late. The sittings generally close at six o'clock.".¡¡¡¡Eponine went to the Rue Plumet, recognized the gate and the garden, observed the house, spied, lurked, and, a few days later, brought to Magnon, who delivers in the Rue Clocheperce, a biscuit, which Magnon transmitted to Babet's mistress in the Salpetriere. A biscuit, in the shady symbolism of prisons, signifies:,¡¡¡¡"Matelote is homely!" he cried:,;Beyond this front, is there to be a fair court, but three sides of it, of a far lower ;? Victor Hugo!
¡¡¡¡Michael Ivanovich rose and went to the study. But as soon as he had left the room the old prince, looking uneasily round, threw down his napkin and went himself..¡¡¡¡The prince had aged very much that year. He showed marked signs of senility by a tendency to fall asleep, forgetfulness of quite recent events, remembrance of remote ones, and the childish vanity with which he accepted the role of head of the Moscow opposition. In spite of this the old man inspired in all his visitors alike a feeling of respectful veneration- especially of an evening when he came in to tea in his old-fashioned coat and powdered wig and, aroused by anyone, told his abrupt stories of the past, or uttered yet more abrupt and scathing criticisms of the present. For them all, that old-fashioned house with its gigantic mirrors, pre-Revolution furniture, powdered footmen, and the stern shrewd old man (himself a relic of the past century) with his gentle daughter and the pretty Frenchwoman who were reverently devoted to him presented a majestic and agreeable spectacle. But the visitors did not reflect that besides the couple of hours during which they saw their host, there were also twenty-two hours in the day during which the private and intimate life of the house continued..¡¡¡¡Except for the romances which she had read, and which made the affected lady peep through the ogress at times, in a very queer way, the idea would never have occurred to any one to say of her, "That is a woman." This Thenardier female was like the product of a wench engrafted on a fishwife.,¡¡¡¡"How many inhabitants are there in Moscow? How many houses? Is it true that Moscow is called 'Holy Moscow'? How many churches are there in Moscow?" he asked.,¡¡¡¡"No, she has dressed and gone into the drawing room," said Sonya....¡¡¡¡He had his hat in his hand, and was holding it out to them with a smile.!¡°Go on,¡± Cedric said. He looked as though this was costing him every ounce of resolution he had, but his face was set, his arms were folded, he seemed decided. ,.
¡¡¡¡A black sky rested on these dead streets, as though an immense winding-sheet were being outspread over this immense tomb....¡¡¡¡Athwart the mysterious words which had been uttered, the only thing of which he caught a distinct glimpse was the fact that an ambush was in course of preparation, a dark but terrible trap; that both of them were incurring great danger, she probably, her father certainly; that they must be saved; that the hideous plots of the Jondrettes must be thwarted, and the web of these spiders broken.,,¡¡¡¡Cosette was still too young to escape the penetrating influence of that April joy which bore so strong a resemblance to herself. Insensibly, and without her suspecting the fact, the blackness departed from her spirit.;,,RED,? Leo Tolstoy.
,breaker, because his plough goeth every Sunday. That the userer is the drone, that !¡¡¡¡Toll 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.,¡¡¡¡Hardly had she gone a hundred paces when she paused and began to scratch her head again.,¡¡¡¡These two persons were strangers to him; one was a bearded man in a blouse, and the other a long-haired individual in rags. The bearded man had on a fez, the other's head was bare, and the snow had lodged in his hair.,,¡¡¡¡Since their marriage Natasha and her husband had lived in Moscow, in Petersburg, on their estate near Moscow, or with her mother, that is to say, in Nicholas' house. The young Countess Bezukhova was not often seen in society, and those who met her there were not pleased with her and found her neither attractive nor amiable. Not that Natasha liked solitude- she did not know whether she liked it or not, she even thought that she did not- but with her pregnancies, her confinements, the nursing of her children, and sharing every moment of her husband's life, she had demands on her time which could be satisfied only by renouncing society. All who had known Natasha before her marriage wondered at the change in her as at something extraordinary. Only the old countess with her maternal instinct had realized that all Natasha's outbursts had been due to her need of children and a husband- as she herself had once exclaimed at Otradnoe not so much in fun as in earnest- and her mother was now surprised at the surprise expressed by those who had never understood Natasha, and she kept saying that she had always known that Natasha would make an exemplary wife and mother.!
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¡¡¡¡* That it is great. ,,¡¡¡¡"Well, tell me... now, how did you get food?" he would ask.!Zi zi zi,¡¡¡¡Hence the impossibility of uttering, even for Cosette, that name of Fantine.,¡¡¡¡Then he resumed his monotonous and lugubrious tramp, which troubled the dreams of the sleeping man beneath him, and awoke him with a start.,,¡¡¡¡From that time forth, was it chance? she saw him pass nearly every day.,,¡¡¡¡"Give me my thimble, Miss, from there..."...
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¡¡¡¡"A brat must be got," resumed Brujon..¡¡¡¡He quitted the mob and ran up to his quarters at full speed. He seized an old hat and his purse.,¡¡¡¡He did not enter the inn.;!¡¡¡¡Cosette had taken the grandfather's arm and was strolling in the garden.,Many ill matters and projects are undertaken; and private suits do putrefy the public ;
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,¡¡¡¡"Toussaint," went on Cosette, "are you careful to thoroughly barricade the shutters opening on the garden, at least with bars, in the evening, and to put the little iron things in the little rings that close them?"!BOOK FOURTEENTH.--THE GRANDEURS OF DESPAIR...¡¡¡¡The day had begun to dawn.;¡¡¡¡Gentlemen, my father always detested me because I could not understand mathematics.,BOOK NINTH.--WHITHER ARE THEY GOING?,¡¡¡¡"I quite, quite approve, my dearest!" said he with a significant look, and after a short pause he added: "And I behaved badly today. You weren't in the study. We began disputing- Pierre and I- and I lost my temper. But he is impossible: such a child! I don't know what would become of him if Natasha didn't keep him in hand.... Have you any idea why he went to Petersburg? They have formed...";¡¡¡¡These simple words uttered by an old woman led by a child made the perspiration trickle down his limbs..
...BOOK FOURTEEN: 1812...¡¡¡¡"Well now, good-by. Tell Denisov, 'at the first shot at daybreak,'" said Dolokhov and was about to ride away, but Petya seized hold of him.,¡¡¡¡To a lackey no man can be great, for a lackey has his own conception of greatness. ,¡¡¡¡But had she forgotten him?,;
¡¡¡¡Natasha raised her head and, kissing her friend on the lips, pressed her wet face against her.,¡¡¡¡Again Natasha's body shook with sobs.,¡¡¡¡"You didn't see a little imp of a dandy prowling about the premises?",¡¡¡¡"No, gentlemen.",¡¡¡¡After staggering into Smolensk which seemed to them a promised land, the French, searching for food, killed one another, sacked their own stores, and when everything had been plundered fled farther.,¡¡¡¡"Yes, yes, yes!" cried Natasha, joyfully.... ,RED (V.O.)!¡¡¡¡The lining had been sewed up again..