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...ˇˇˇˇRecognizing the falsity of this view of history, another set of historians say that power rests on a conditional delegation of the will of the people to their rulers, and that historical leaders have power only conditionally on carrying out the program that the will of the people has by tacit agreement prescribed to them. But what this program consists in these historians do not say, or if they do they continually contradict one another.;;,ˇˇˇˇWhat is that to me? I will not tell my father the address.,ˇˇˇˇOne army fled and the other pursued. Beyond Smolensk there were several different roads available for the French, and one would have thought that during their stay of four days they might have learned where the enemy was, might have arranged some more advantageous plan and undertaken something new. But after a four days' halt the mob, with no maneuvers or plans, again began running along the beaten track, neither to the right nor to the left but along the old- the worst- road, through Krasnoe and Orsha.,ˇˇˇˇIf that isn't an abomination, what is!",ˇˇˇˇThere is no hardihood which does not shudder and which does not feel the vicinity of anguish. One is conscious of something hideous, as though one's soul were becoming amalgamated with the darkness..ˇˇˇˇ"Natasha," said she, "you asked me not to speak to you, and I haven't spoken, but now you yourself have begun. I don't trust him, Natasha. Why this secrecy?".
ˇˇˇˇThat light called history is pitiless; it possesses this peculiar and divine quality, that, pure light as it is, and precisely because it is wholly light, it often casts a shadow in places where people had hitherto beheld rays; from the same man it constructs two different phantoms, and the one attacks the other and executes justice on it, and the shadows of the despot contend with the brilliancy of the leader. Hence arises a truer measure in the definitive judgments of nations. Babylon violated lessens Alexander, Rome enchained lessens Caesar, Jerusalem murdered lessens Titus, tyranny follows the tyrant. It is a misfortune for a man to leave behind him the night which bears his form.,ˇˇˇˇ"Well, don't meddle with our affairs.,.,ˇˇˇˇWhat was this trench?,ˇˇˇˇAnd rapidly approaching his wife:--,ˇˇˇˇHe had sold the last of his furniture, then all duplicates of his bedding, his clothing and his blankets, then his herbariums and prints; but he still retained his most precious books, many of which were of the greatest rarity, among others, Les Quadrins Historiques de la Bible, edition of 1560; La Concordance des Bibles, by Pierre de Besse; Les Marguerites de la Marguerite, of Jean de La Haye, with a dedication to the Queen of Navarre; the book de la Charge et Dignite de l'Ambassadeur, by the Sieur de Villiers Hotman; a Florilegium Rabbinicum of 1644; a Tibullus of 1567, with this magnificent inscription:;
ˇˇˇˇCosette walked along gravely, with her large eyes wide open, and gazing at the sky.;,ˇˇˇˇa troop on the march, that is to say, movement; a stand, that is to say, repose.,ˇˇˇˇBolkonski and Denisov moved to the gate, at which a knot of soldiers (a guard of honor) was standing, and they saw Kutuzov coming down the street mounted on a rather small sorrel horse. A huge suite of generals rode behind him. Barclay was riding almost beside him, and a crowd of officers ran after and around them shouting, "Hurrah!".ˇˇˇˇIn this manner she reached the bench..ˇˇˇˇThis dream, like the majority of dreams, bore no relation to the situation, except by its painful and heart-rending character, but it made an impression on him.!ˇˇˇˇNatasha's face twitched. She frowned and lowered her eyes for a moment. She hesitated for an instant whether to speak or not.; ;
ˇˇˇˇAnd evidently suppressing his vexation with difficulty, he turned away from the boy.;,ˇˇˇˇJean Valjean had plunged into one of these reveries.,ˇˇˇˇSeveral times the countess, with tears in her eyes, told her son that now both her daughters were settled, her only wish was to see him married. She said she could lie down in her grave peacefully if that were accomplished. Then she told him that she knew of a splendid girl and tried to discover what he thought about marriage.,(44) The temper of men\'s minds was such that while.ˇˇˇˇEnjolras himself felt a thrill.,ˇˇˇˇAs soon as a revolution has made the coast, the skilful make haste to prepare the shipwreck.!
ˇˇˇˇSo thought the Emperor, and the Russian commanders and people were still more provoked at the thought that our forces were retreating into the depths of the country..By "Eshu Space".;ˇˇˇˇ"Hold!" said he, "and what about that poor woman?"...,ˇˇˇˇ"But did you notice, it says, 'for consultation'?" said Pierre.!,;
ˇˇˇˇSonya sighed sorrowfully..ˇˇˇˇThe invaders flee, turn back, flee again, and all the chances are now not for Napoleon but always against him.,ˇˇˇˇAt the moment when Wellington retreated, Napoleon shuddered. He suddenly beheld the table-land of Mont-Saint-Jean cleared, and the van of the English army disappear....ˇˇˇˇSupper was over, and Pierre who at first declined to speak about his captivity was gradually led on to do so....the degrees of sovereign honour are these. In the first place are concStorvsynperionan; founders of states, and commonwealths: such as were Romulus, Cyrus, Caesar, Ottoman, Ismael. In the second place are kgidttones, lawgivers; which are also called, second founders, or papead prindpes, because they govern by their ordinances, after they are gone: such were Lycurgus, ,,ˇˇˇˇ"I like that!" exclaimed Petya. "Why shouldn't I go?",ˇˇˇˇTell me about mamma.",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.,ˇˇˇˇI was a block of wood; I became a firebrand....
,BOOK TENTH.--THE 5TH OF JUNE, 1832.BOOK SIX: 1808 - 10......,ˇˇˇˇ"They even say," remarked the "man of great merit" who did not yet possess courtly tact, "that his excellency made it an express condition that the sovereign himself should not be with the army.",ˇˇˇˇPierre's subjection consisted in the fact that he not only dared not flirt with, but dared not even speak smilingly to, any other woman; did not dare dine at the Club as a pastime, did not dare spend money a whim, and did not dare absent himself for any length of time, except on business- in which his wife included his intellectual pursuits, which she did not in the least understand but to which she attributed great importance. To make up for this, at home Pierre had the right to regulate his life and that of the whole family exactly as he chose. At home Natasha placed herself in the position of a slave to her husband, and the whole household went on tiptoe when he was occupied- that is, was reading or writing in his study. Pierre had but to show a partiality for anything to get just what he liked done always. He had only to express a wish and Natasha would jump up and run to fulfill it.!!BOOK EIGHTH.--THE WICKED POOR MAN.
ˇˇˇˇWell, I give you my most sacred word of honor, that if you go away I shall die.",,CHAPTER XI ,? Leo Tolstoy,,ˇˇˇˇ"And make haste, Monsieur What's-your-name, for Mamselle Cosette is waiting.".,ˇˇˇˇ"But you," went on Montparnasse, "where are you bound for now?",ˇ°Yeah,ˇ± said Harry, ˇ°we haven't seen him since the first task. The Daily Prophet's saying he's ill.ˇ± .
At both comers of the further side, by way of return, let there be two delicate or rich cabinets, daintily paved, richly hanged, glazed with crystalline glass, and a rich cupola in die midst; and all other elegancy that may be thought upon. In the upper gallery too, I wish that there may be, if the place will yield it, some fountains running, in divers places, from the wall, with some fine avoidances. And thus much, for the model of the palace: save that you must have, before you come to the front, three courts. A green court plain, with a wall about it: a second court of the same, but more garnished, with little turrets, or rather embellishments, upon the wall: and a third court, to make a square with the front, but not to be built, nor yet enclosed with a naked wall, but enclosed with terraces, leaded aloft, and fairly garnished, on the three sides; and cloistered on the inside, with pillars, and not with arches below. ,ˇˇˇˇ"Ulyulyulyulyu!" shouted Nicholas.,ˇˇˇˇ"Coming!.ˇˇˇˇ"Come in, come in!" he repeated in a gentle whisper. "Oh, what can I do for him?" he thought, and opening the door he let the boy pass in first....ˇˇˇˇBut Jondrette and his men would see him on the watch, the spot was lonely, they were stronger than he, they would devise means to seize him or to get him away, and the man whom Marius was anxious to save would be lost.,ˇ°Of course they are - did you expect me to keep those fangs Malfoy gave me?ˇ± !ˇˇˇˇThe night was serene and splendid overhead. These two beings, pure as spirits, told each other everything, their dreams, their intoxications, their ecstasies, their chimaeras, their weaknesses, how they had adored each other from afar, how they had longed for each other, their despair when they had ceased to see each other.,;
ˇˇˇˇ"To what Mistress? Who are you?" asked Anatole in a breathless whisper..!ˇˇˇˇ"After that, I could not make out what there was; something blue and red..."!ˇˇˇˇ"Well, I am glad to see you," Denisov interrupted him, and his face again assumed its anxious expression.,ˇˇˇˇNothing.,ˇˇˇˇ"Just imagine- I knew nothing about him!" said he. "I thought he had been killed. All I know I heard at second hand from others. I only know that he fell in with the Rostovs.... What a strange coincidence!"...ˇˇˇˇThe actors of 1812 have long since left the stage, their personal interests have vanished leaving no trace, and nothing remains of that time but its historic results.;swimming and trying to grab the railing (but missing that too), SCREAMING aaaaalll the way down --...
;ˇˇˇˇAs for the three poor creatures who inhabited Corinthe, no one knew what had become of them. They were finally found, however, hidden in the cellar.,,,ˇˇˇˇHe moved his hand over her hair., ;ˇˇˇˇThe "man of great merit," despite his desire to obtain the post of director, could not refrain from reminding Prince Vasili of his former opinion. Though this was impolite to Prince Vasili in Anna Pavlovna's drawing room, and also to Anna Pavlovna herself who had received the news with delight, he could not resist the temptation.;ˇˇˇˇA chimney pierced the roof; this was the chimney which traversed the dormitories....ˇˇˇˇAt Dorogobuzh while the soldiers of the convoy, after locking the prisoners in a stable, had gone off to pillage their own stores, several of the soldier prisoners tunneled under the wall and ran away, but were recaptured by the French and shot.;
their office, a wise use, and application of laws. For they may remember, what the ,ˇˇˇˇThough at one time, in Petersburg, she had been annoyed with Natasha for drawing Boris away, she did not think of that now, and in her own way heartily wished Natasha well. As she was leaving the Rostovs she called her protegee aside.;sweeping things onto the floor in his haste. He plugs the machine in. A red light warms up. The platter starts spinning.,ˇˇˇˇStill less did she understand why he, kindhearted and always ready to anticipate her wishes, should become almost desperate when she brought him a petition from some peasant men or women who had appealed to her to be excused some work; why he, that kind Nicholas, should obstinately refuse her, angrily asking her not to interfere in what was not her business. She felt he had a world apart, which he loved passionately and which had laws she had not fathomed.,LastIndexNext,275 EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- DAY 275.ˇˇˇˇ D'un pauvre amant qui se pendit.,CHAPTER VI ,ˇˇˇˇNatasha was calmer but no happier. She not merely avoided all external forms of pleasure- balls, promenades, concerts, and theaters- but she never laughed without a sound of tears in her laughter. She could not sing. As soon as she began to laugh, or tried to sing by herself, tears choked her: tears of remorse, tears at the recollection of those pure times which could never return, tears of vexation that she should so uselessly have ruined her young life which might have been so happy. Laughter and singing in particular seemed to her like a blasphemy, in face of her sorrow. Without any need of self-restraint, no wish to coquet ever entered her head. She said and felt at that time that no man was more to her than Nastasya Ivanovna, the buffoon. Something stood sentinel within her and forbade her every joy. Besides, she had lost all the old interests of her carefree girlish life that had been so full of hope. The previous autumn, the hunting, "Uncle," and the Christmas holidays spent with Nicholas at Otradnoe were what she recalled oftenest and most painfully. What would she not have given to bring back even a single day of that time! But it was gone forever. Her presentiment at the time had not deceived her- that that state of freedom and readiness for any enjoyment would not return again. Yet it was necessary to live on.!
Need More Free Ebooks, Pls Go To, ,ˇˇˇˇ"Rest easy," said Marius.,ˇˇˇˇAt two o'clock the six chosen guests assembled for dinner.,Bagging groceries. CHILDREN underfoot. One points a toy gun at;ˇˇˇˇSoon after the Christmas holidays Nicholas told his mother of his love for Sonya and of his firm resolve to marry her. The countess, who had long noticed what was going on between them and was expecting this declaration, listened to him in silence and then told her son that he might marry whom he pleased, but that neither she nor his father would give their blessing to such a marriage. Nicholas, for the first time, felt that his mother was displeased with him and that, despite her love for him, she would not give way. Coldly, without looking at her son, she sent for her husband and, when he came, tried briefly and coldly to inform him of the facts, in her son's presence, but unable to restrain herself she burst into tears of vexation and left the room. The old count began irresolutely to admonish Nicholas and beg him to abandon his purpose. Nicholas replied that he could not go back on his word, and his father, sighing and evidently disconcerted, very soon became silent and went in to the countess. In all his encounters with his son, the count was always conscious of his own guilt toward him for having wasted the family fortune, and so he could not be angry with him for refusing to marry an heiress and choosing the dowerless Sonya. On this occasion, he was only more vividly conscious of the fact that if his affairs had not been in disorder, no better wife for Nicholas than Sonya could have been wished for, and that no one but himself with his Mitenka and his uncomfortable habits was to blame for the condition of the family finances.,ˇˇˇˇ"How silly we are!...
ˇˇˇˇAnd he began clearly and concisely to explain his reasons for dissatisfaction with the Russian government. Judging by the calmly moderate and amicable tone in which the French Emperor spoke, Balashev was firmly persuaded that he wished for peace and intended to enter into negotiations.,ˇˇˇˇAnd 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!",LastIndexNext,ˇˇˇˇThe old Gothic slang abounded in it. Here is boffete, a box on the ear, which is derived from bofeton; vantane, window (later on vanterne), which comes from vantana; gat, cat, which comes from gato; acite, oil, which comes from aceyte. Do you want Italian?.ˇˇˇˇThe first two or three times that he turned round he saw nothing; the silence was profound, and he continued his march somewhat reassured..ˇˇˇˇAnatole rose and went into the dining room. Balaga was a famous troyka driver who had known Dolokhov and Anatole some six years and had given them good service with his troykas. More than once when Anatole's regiment was stationed at Tver he had taken him from Tver in the evening, brought him to Moscow by daybreak, and driven him back again the next night. More than once he had enabled Dolokhov to escape when pursued. More than once he had driven them through the town with gypsies and "ladykins" as he called the cocottes. More than once in their service he had run over pedestrians and upset vehicles in the streets of Moscow and had always been protected from the consequences by "my gentlemen" as he called them. He had ruined more than one horse in their service. More than once they had beaten him, and more than once they had made him drunk on champagne and Madeira, which he loved; and he knew more than one thing about each of them which would long ago have sent an ordinary man to Siberia. They often called Balaga into their orgies and made him drink and dance at the gypsies', and more than one thousand rubles of their money had passed through his hands. In their service he risked his skin and his life twenty times a year, and in their service had lost more horses than the money he had from them would buy. But he liked them; liked that mad driving at twelve miles an hour, liked upsetting a driver or running down a pedestrian, and flying at full gallop through the Moscow streets. He liked to hear those wild, tipsy shouts behind him: "Get on! Get on!" when it was impossible to go any faster. He liked giving a painful lash on the neck to some peasant who, more dead than alive, was already hurrying out of his way. "Real gentlemen!" he considered them.,ˇˇˇˇNatasha 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.,;
ˇˇˇˇ"Gentlemen of the jury, the very strange and unexpected incident which disturbs the audience inspires us, like yourselves, only with a sentiment which it is unnecessary for us to express. You all know, by reputation at least, the honorable M. Madeleine, mayor of M. sur M.; if there is a physician in the audience, we join the President in requesting him to attend to M. Madeleine, and to conduct him to his home.",ˇ°He's got dark powers the rest of us can only dream of!ˇ± Pettigrew shouted shrilly. ˇ°How else did he get out of there? I suppose He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named taught him a few tricks!ˇ± ,.ˇˇˇˇ"Oh yes, I heard it today," said Shinshin, coming into the Rostovs' box.,ˇˇˇˇThirdly, it would have been senseless to sacrifice one's own troops in order to destroy the French army, which without external interference was destroying itself at such a rate that, though its path was not blocked, it could not carry across the frontier more than it actually did in December, namely a hundredth part of the original army.,ˇˇˇˇShe was as he had known her almost as a child and later on as Prince Andrew's fiancee. A bright questioning light shone in her eyes, and on her face was a friendly and strangely roguish expression.,ˇˇˇˇThe President repeated the question.,...
ˇˇˇˇPrince Andrew turned away with startled haste, unwilling to let them see that they had been observed. He was sorry for the pretty frightened little girl, was afraid of looking at her, and yet felt an irresistible desire to do so. A new sensation of comfort and relief came over him when, seeing these girls, he realized the existence of other human interests entirely aloof from his own and just as legitimate as those that occupied him. Evidently these girls passionately desired one thing- to carry away and eat those green plums without being caught- and Prince Andrew shared their wish for the success of their enterprise. He could not resist looking at them once more. Believing their danger past, they sprang from their ambush and, chirruping something in their shrill little voices and holding up their skirts, their bare little sunburned feet scampered merrily and quickly across the meadow grass..ˇˇˇˇGavroche raised his face, astonished at the size of this sou; he stared at it in the darkness, and the whiteness of the big sou dazzled him.,ˇˇˇˇThe princess was about to reply, but her father would not let her speak and, raising his voice more and more, cried:.,ˇˇˇˇI recognized all the men whom I had seen in that town. They had strange heads.,ˇˇˇˇPrince Andrew laughed disagreeably, again reminding one of his father.,ˇˇˇˇThe priest's wife, flushing rosy red, caught up the dish she had after all not managed to present at the right moment, though she had so long been preparing for it, and with a low bow offered it to Kutuzov.,Studies serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight, ...
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ˇˇˇˇPetya wished to say "Good night" but could not utter a word. The officers were whispering together. Dolokhov was a long time mounting his horse which would not stand still, then he rode out of the yard at a footpace. Petya rode beside him, longing to look round to see whether or no the French were running after them, but not daring to.!,ˇˇˇˇ"Will there be any orders, your honor?" he asked Denisov, holding his hand at the salute and resuming the game of adjutant and general for which he had prepared himself, "or shall I remain with your honor?",,ˇˇˇˇ"Who is it?"...BOOK FOURTEEN: 1812,ˇˇˇˇThen, although it was still broad daylight,--it was summer,-- he lighted them..
ˇˇˇˇRoguet had set the lugubrious example of threatening with death any French grenadier who should bring him a Prussian prisoner.,ˇˇˇˇNatasha rose and curtsied to the splendid countess. She was so pleased by praise from this brilliant beauty that she blushed with pleasure.;be too sensible of hurt: for no man is angry, that feels not himself hurt: and therefore tender and delicate persons must needs be oft angry: they have so many things to trouble them; which more robust natures have little sense of. The next is, the apprehension and construction of the injury offered, to be, in the circumstances ,.come but now and then. So it is true, that small matters win great commendation, ,ˇˇˇˇOne day, her butcher, who had caught a glimpse of Jean Valjean, said to her:,...ˇˇˇˇPictures of the near past- her father's illness and last moments- rose one after another to her memory. With mournful pleasure she now lingered over these images, repelling with horror only the last one, the picture of his death, which she felt she could not contemplate even in imagination at this still and mystic hour of night. And these pictures presented themselves to her so clearly and in such detail that they seemed now present, now past, and now future..
ˇˇˇˇWho, then, can calculate the course of a molecule?, .ˇˇˇˇ"Why this," began Pierre, not sitting down but pacing the room, sometimes stopping short, gesticulating, and lisping: "the position in Petersburg is this: the Emperor does not look into anything. He has abandoned himself altogether to this mysticism" (Pierre could not tolerate mysticism in anyone now). "He seeks only for peace, and only these people sans foi ni loi* can give it him- people who recklessly hack at and strangle everything- Magnitski, Arakcheev, and tutti quanti.... You will agree that if you did not look after your estates yourself but only wanted a quiet life, the harsher your steward was the more readily your object might be attained," he said to Nicholas. ;ˇˇˇˇThe 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.;ˇˇˇˇ"Whew... whew... whew!" he whistled just audibly as he rode into the yard. His face expressed the relief of relaxed strain felt by a man who means to rest after a ceremony. He drew his left foot out of the stirrup and, lurching with his whole body and puckering his face with the effort, raised it with difficulty onto the saddle, leaned on his knee, groaned, and slipped down into the arms of the Cossacks and adjutants who stood ready to assist him.,cannot find an apt pretext If you would work any man, you must either know his nature, and fashions, and so lead him; or his ends, and so persuade him; or his weakness, and disadvantages, and so awe him; or those that have interest in him, and so govern him. !;BOOK TEN: 1812...
ˇˇˇˇConscious that they were about to die, they shouted, "Vive l'Empereur!" History records nothing more touching than that agony bursting forth in acclamations.,can do a lot better than that.!!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.!,ˇˇˇˇ"I have loved you from the very first moment I saw you. May I hope?",ˇˇˇˇAnd what if the revolt of July did cost a hundred and twenty millions?,ˇˇˇˇThe clerk glanced round, evidently hoping that his joke would be appreciated. Some people began to laugh, others continued to watch in dismay the executioner who was undressing the other man.;
ˇˇˇˇ*Who had a triple talent,This Free Ebook is Produced ,ˇˇˇˇ"Mummy!... darling!... I am here, my dearest Mummy," she kept on whispering, not pausing an instant.,Andy covers his surprise. Glances at Brooks. Brooks smiles.,ˇˇˇˇWhen Marya Dmitrievna told Natasha that Anatole was married, Natasha did not wish to believe it and insisted on having it confirmed by Pierre himself. Sonya told Pierre this as she led him along the corridor to Natasha's room..ˇˇˇˇShe saw his face, heard his voice, repeated his words and her own, and sometimes devised other words they might have spoken.,Think hard, Tommy. If I'm gonna move on this, there can't be the.LastIndexNext;
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ˇˇˇˇHowever, he was thought to be dead, and this still further increased the obscurity which had gathered about him.,ˇˇˇˇAll their cavalry, with upraised swords, standards and trumpets flung to the breeze, formed in columns by divisions, descended, by a simultaneous movement and like one man, with the precision of a brazen battering-ram which is effecting a breach, the hill of La Belle Alliance, plunged into the terrible depths in which so many men had already fallen, disappeared there in the smoke, then emerging from that shadow, reappeared on the other side of the valley, still compact and in close ranks, mounting at a full trot, through a storm of grape-shot which burst upon them, the terrible muddy slope of the table-land of Mont-Saint-Jean. They ascended, grave, threatening, imperturbable; in the intervals between the musketry and the artillery, their colossal trampling was audible. Being two divisions, there were two columns of them; Wathier's division held the right, Delort's division was on the left.,ˇˇˇˇHe traversed the line of the principal outposts, halting here and there to talk to the sentinels..ˇˇˇˇ In winter the thicket was black, dripping, bristling, shivering, and allowed some glimpse of the house.,ˇˇˇˇIn 1806 Pfuel had been one of those responsible, for the plan of campaign that ended in Jena and Auerstadt, but he did not see the least proof of the fallibility of his theory in the disasters of that war. On the contrary, the deviations made from his theory were, in his opinion, the sole cause of the whole disaster, and with characteristically gleeful sarcasm he would remark, "There, I said the whole affair would go to the devil!" Pfuel was one of those theoreticians who so love their theory that they lose sight of the theory's object- its practical application. His love of theory made him hate everything practical, and he would not listen to it. He was even pleased by failures, for failures resulting from deviations in practice from the theory only proved to him the accuracy of his theory....ˇˇˇˇAll sorts of distress met in this procession as in chaos; here were to be found the facial angles of every sort of beast, old men, youths, bald heads, gray beards, cynical monstrosities, sour resignation, savage grins, senseless attitudes, snouts surmounted by caps, heads like those of young girls with corkscrew curls on the temples, infantile visages, and by reason of that, horrible thin skeleton faces, to which death alone was lacking.,ˇˇˇˇShe was gazing in the direction in which he had gone- to the other side of life. And that other side of life, of which she had never before thought and which had formerly seemed to her so far away and improbable, was now nearer and more akin and more comprehensible than this side of life, where everything was either emptiness and desolation or suffering and indignity.;
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ˇˇˇˇThe woman Magnon, who was mentioned a few pages further back, was the same one who had succeeded in making old Gillenormand support the two children which she had had....ˇˇˇˇJondrette darted an annihilating look at his daughter, accompanied by a formidable shrug of the shoulders.,ˇˇˇˇNo!,,ˇˇˇˇAs he went along he looked with pleasure at the year's splendid crop of corn, scrutinized the strips of ryefield which here and there were already being reaped, made his calculations as to the sowing and the harvest, and asked himself whether he had not forgotten any of the prince's orders.,...bedrock grinding against each other over a span of millennia...!
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;By "Eshu Space".,? Leo Tolstoy,.ˇˇˇˇA few minutes later the footman returned with Dessalles, who brought word from the princess that she would be very glad to see Pierre if he would excuse her want of ceremony and come upstairs to her apartment.,...
ˇˇˇˇ"Ah, c'est vous!" said Petya. "Voulez-vous manger? N'ayez pas peur, on ne vous fera pas de mal,"* he added shyly and affectionately, touching the boy's hand. "Entrez, entrez."* ;ˇˇˇˇWhen they came in to tea, having taken off their outdoor things and tidied themselves up after their journey, Marya Dmitrievna kissed them all in due order.,company comforteth; emulation quickeneth; glory raiseth: so as in such places the ,ˇˇˇˇ This being the case, is all social danger dispelled?;customs. ...? Leo Tolstoy,ˇˇˇˇSuch and such a phrase produces upon you the effect of the shoulder of a thief branded with the fleur-de-lys, which has suddenly been laid bare. Ideas almost refuse to be expressed in these substantives which are fugitives from justice..ˇˇˇˇWhat he bore on his brow was no longer the wrinkles of age, it was the mysterious mark of death.,;
ˇˇˇˇAs she was about to resume her seat there, she observed on the spot which she had quitted, a tolerably large stone which had, evidently, not been there a moment before..ˇˇˇˇThe driver halted, winked, and held out his left hand to Marius, rubbing his forefinger gently with his thumb..ˇˇˇˇTo-day, there are brand-new, wide streets, arenas, circuses, hippodromes, railway stations, and a prison, Mazas, there; progress, as the reader sees, with its antidote.!...ˇˇˇˇOnce she insisted; the smile ended in a tear..ˇˇˇˇ"One word, just one, for God's sake!" cried Anatole.!ˇˇˇˇThe Emperor's displeasure with Kutuzov was specially increased at Vilna by the fact that Kutuzov evidently could not or would not understand the importance of the coming campaign.,...