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ˇˇˇˇ"Natasha!" he whispered in French, "do you know I have made up my mind about Sonya?",? Leo Tolstoy,,ˇˇˇˇ"In peace let us pray unto the Lord."!ˇˇˇˇIt was high time; one minute more, and the exhausted and despairing man would have allowed himself to fall into the abyss.,, ,ˇˇˇˇLike the wild animal chased from its lair, he was seeking a hole in which he might hide until he could find one where he might dwell.......
ˇˇˇˇHe congratulated the counsel for the defence on his "loyalty," and skilfully took advantage of this loyalty....,!ˇˇˇˇ"To Moscow, our ancient Capital!;ˇˇˇˇ"Why not?",Jesus. Did I say you were good? You're Rembrandt.;,ˇˇˇˇ"I tell you that the affair can't go wrong," resumed the long-haired man. "Father What's-his-name's team will be already harnessed.",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"The Duke of Oldenburg bears his misfortunes with admirable strength of character and resignation," remarked Boris, joining in respectfully.;
ˇˇˇˇAfter the lapse of a few seconds, the room and the opposite wall were lighted up with a fierce, red, tremulous glow.,,BOOK NINE: 1812,ˇˇˇˇPhilosophical fermentation replied to democratic fermentation....ˇˇˇˇOf what did these lovers talk then? We have seen, of the flowers, and the swallows, the setting sun and the rising moon, and all sorts of important things.,,ˇˇˇˇ"I have been loving a little more all the time that has passed since this morning.";!
ˇˇˇˇAll at once a man was seen climbing into the rigging with the agility of a tiger-cat; this man was dressed in red; he was a convict; he wore a green cap; he was a life convict.,,,ˇˇˇˇI am playing," returned the child.!ˇˇˇˇ"I am used to something sweet. Raisins, fine ones... take them all!" he recalled Petya's words. And the Cossacks looked round in surprise at the sound, like the yelp of a dog, with which Denisov turned away, walked to the wattle fence, and seized hold of it.,ˇˇˇˇ On the afternoon of that same Christmas Day, 1823, a man had walked for rather a long time in the most deserted part of the Boulevard de l'Hopital in Paris..
... ,ˇˇˇˇ"So Monsieur Kuragin has not honored Countess Rostova with his hand?" said Prince Andrew, and he snorted several times....ˇˇˇˇ"None of that, Lisette!",ˇˇˇˇJondrette's voice became audible again:--,ˇˇˇˇShe resumed her path to the spring, and began to run.!ˇˇˇˇThey all went without knowing whither or why they were going. Still less did that genius, Napoleon, know it, for no one issued any orders to him. But still he and those about him retained their old habits: wrote commands, letters, reports, and orders of the day; called one another sire, mon cousin, prince d'Eckmuhl, roi de Naples, and so on. But these orders and reports were only on paper, nothing in them was acted upon for they could not be carried out, and though they entitled one another Majesties, Highnesses, or Cousins, they all felt that they were miserable wretches who had done much evil for which they had now to pay. And though they pretended to be concerned about the army, each was thinking only of himself and of how to get away quickly and save himself. ,What are you jimmies starin' at?,ˇˇˇˇThat was at the time when there were at the Tuileries great sheep that drew the little carriage of the King of Rome. Do you remember the King of Rome?";Norton steps to the center of the room, working himself up into a fine rage:.ˇˇˇˇGet along, you little monster!".
The D.A. holds the jury spellbound with his closing summation:,,Andy yanks his kerchief down, grinning in exhilaration. Red and the others follow suit. They step through the hole in the wall, exploring what used to be a sealed-off storage room.,ˇˇˇˇ"Well?" asked Brujon, "the Rue P.?",ˇˇˇˇWhen Cosette saw that her father was suffering less, that he was convalescing, and that he appeared to be happy, she experienced a contentment which she did not even perceive, so gently and naturally had it come.;ˇˇˇˇThis room resembled all drinking-shop rooms,--tables, pewter jugs, bottles, drinkers, smokers; but little light and a great deal of noise. The date of the year 1823 was indicated, nevertheless, by two objects which were then fashionable in the bourgeois class:......ˇˇˇˇ"Oh, undoubtedly!" said Prince Andrew, and with sudden and unnatural liveliness he began chaffing Pierre about the need to be very careful with his fifty-year-old Moscow cousins, and in the midst of these jesting remarks he rose, taking Pierre by the arm, and drew him aside.,ˇˇˇˇ*"When an officer is making his round, sentinels don't ask him for the password.... I am asking you if the colonel is here." ;
ˇˇˇˇAn adjutant came out and announced that everything was in readiness within. But Kutuzov evidently did not wish to enter that room till he was disengaged. He made a grimace....ˇˇˇˇ"And then?" said Gavroche.,ˇˇˇˇHis bookcase with glass doors was the only piece of furniture which he had kept beyond what was strictly indispensable.,ˇˇˇˇMarius' eager attention was transferred from one to the other. M. Leblanc seemed to be asking himself:...ˇˇˇˇThe Emperor ceased speaking, the crowd began pressing round him, and rapturous exclamations were heard from all sides.,ˇˇˇˇ"You warm your back and your belly gets frozen. That's queer.";
,.ˇˇˇˇThis rag-picker was a grateful creature, and she smiled, with what a smile! on the three portresses.,LastIndexNext.LastIndexNext!espials; which enquire the secrets of the house, and bear tales of them to others. .ˇˇˇˇ Saltpetre . . . . . . . . . . . 12 ounces.,ˇˇˇˇ"Tuesday.,ˇˇˇˇAxes and choppers were plied all around. Everything was done without any orders being given. Stores of wood were brought for the night, shelters were rigged up for the officers, caldrons were being boiled, and muskets and accouterments put in order..
,;ˇˇˇˇHe swam under water until he reached a vessel at anchor, to which a boat was moored. He found means of hiding himself in this boat until night. At night he swam off again, and reached the shore a little way from Cape Brun.,...ˇˇˇˇ"And so, brother" (it was at this point that Pierre came up), "ten years or more passed by. The old man was living as a convict, submitting as he should and doing no wrong. Only he prayed to God for death. Well, one night the convicts were gathered just as we are, with the old man among them. And they began telling what each was suffering for, and how they had sinned against God. One told how he had taken a life, another had taken two, a third had set a house on fire, while another had simply been a vagrant and had done nothing. So they asked the old man: 'What are you being punished for, Daddy?'- 'I, my dear brothers,' said he, 'am being punished for my own and other men's sins. But I have not killed anyone or taken anything that was not mine, but have only helped my poorer brothers. I was a merchant, my dear brothers, and had much property. 'And he went on to tell them all about it in due order. 'I don't grieve for myself,' he says, 'God, it seems, has chastened me. Only I am sorry for my old wife and the children,' and the old man began to weep. Now it happened that in the group was the very man who had killed the other merchant. 'Where did it happen, Daddy?' he said. 'When, and in what month?' He asked all about it and his heart began to ache. So he comes up to the old man like this, and falls down at his feet! 'You are perishing because of me, Daddy,' he says. 'It's quite true, lads, that this man,' he says, 'is being tortured innocently and for nothing! I,' he says, 'did that deed, and I put the knife under your head while you were asleep. Forgive me, Daddy,' he says, 'for Christ's sake!'",ˇˇˇˇ"Agreed.",ˇˇˇˇHe had viewed, almost tranquilly, that coupling of words, in the Moniteur:,ˇˇˇˇIt resembled the hoarse, rough voice of Eponine..
ˇˇˇˇDron replied that the horses of these peasants were away carting. Alpatych named others, but they too, according to Dron, had no horses available: some horses were carting for the government, others were too weak, and others had died for want of fodder. It seemed that no horses could be had even for the carriages, much less for the carting.;ˇˇˇˇIt is a delight to him to dream that there still lingers behind him something of that which he beheld when he was in his own country, and that all has not vanished.!ˇˇˇˇ"All right," said he.,ˇˇˇˇThe first act was over. In the stalls everyone began moving about, going out and coming in., ,,By "Eshu Space",,!ˇˇˇˇAnd how he swallowed my platitudes!...
,ˇˇˇˇ"Mmm...ar...ate...ate..." he repeated several times.,;ˇˇˇˇNAPOLEON IS MADE WHOLLY OF WILLOW,...ˇˇˇˇ"Does Monsieur wish a bed?.ˇˇˇˇHe probably would not have been able to tell himself.;ˇˇˇˇAt the entrance to Princess Mary's house Pierre felt doubtful whether he had really been there the night before and really seen Natasha and talked to her. "Perhaps I imagined it; perhaps I shall go in and find no one there." But he had hardly entered the room before he felt her presence with his whole being by the loss of his sense of freedom. She was in the same black dress with soft folds and her hair was done the same way as the day before, yet she was quite different. Had she been like this when he entered the day before he could not for a moment have failed to recognize her.!
ˇˇˇˇMagnon was a sort of fashionable woman in the sphere of crime. She was careful about her toilet.!ˇˇˇˇTo understand in what this dependence consists it is necessary to reinstate another omitted condition of every command proceeding not from the Deity but from a man, which is, that the man who gives the command himself takes part in!ˇˇˇˇA rosy cloud hangs over it.,ˇˇˇˇShe began to reckon on her fingers.!ˇˇˇˇAide-de-camp Bernard carried them the Emperor's orders..LastIndexNext,ˇˇˇˇDuring the last days of Pierre's stay in Orel his old Masonic acquaintance Count Willarski, who had introduced him to the lodge in 1807, came to see him. Willarski was married to a Russian heiress who had a large estate in Orel province, and he occupied a temporary post in the commissariat department in that town., ,ˇˇˇˇ"Are you coming to General Lamarque's funeral?"...
But the Pensieve seemed to be asking his question for him. ,ˇˇˇˇKutuzov, shrugging his shoulders, replied with his subtle penetrating smile: "I meant merely to say what I said.";ˇˇˇˇBefore joining the Western Army which was then, in May, encamped at Drissa, Prince Andrew visited Bald Hills which was directly on his way, being only two miles off the Smolensk highroad. During the last three years there had been so many changes in his life, he had thought, felt, and seen so much (having traveled both in the east and the west), that on reaching Bald Hills it struck him as strange and unexpected to find the way of life there unchanged and still the same in every detail. He entered through the gates with their stone pillars and drove up the avenue leading to the house as if he were entering an enchanted, sleeping castle. The same old stateliness, the same cleanliness, the same stillness reigned there, and inside there was the same furniture, the same walls, sounds, and smell, and the same timid faces, only somewhat older. Princess Mary was still the same timid, plain maiden getting on in years, uselessly and joylessly passing the best years of her life in fear and constant suffering. Mademoiselle Bourienne was the same coquettish, self-satisfied girl, enjoying every moment of her existence and full of joyous hopes for the future. She had merely become more self-confident, Prince Andrew thought. Dessalles, the tutor he had brought from Switzerland, was wearing a coat of Russian cut and talking broken Russian to the servants, but was still the same narrowly intelligent, conscientious, and pedantic preceptor. The old prince had changed in appearance only by the loss of a tooth, which left a noticeable gap on one side of his mouth; in character he was the same as ever, only showing still more irritability and skepticism as to what was happening in the world. Little Nicholas alone had changed. He had grown, become rosier, had curly dark hair, and, when merry and laughing, quite unconsciously lifted the upper lip of his pretty little mouth just as the little princess used to do. He alone did not obey the law of immutability in the enchanted, sleeping castle. But though externally all remained as of old, the inner relations of all these people had changed since Prince Andrew had seen them last. The household was divided into two alien and hostile camps, who changed their habits for his sake and only met because he was there. To the one camp belonged the old prince, Madmoiselle Bourienne, and the architect; to the other Princess Mary, Dessalles, little Nicholas, and all the old nurses and maids.!.WHAT THE FUCK!,Je les entendais dire: Est elle belle!...;
ˇˇˇˇHe read, and read everything that came to hand. On coming home, while his valets were still taking off his things, he picked up a book and began to read. From reading he passed to sleeping, from sleeping to gossip in drawing rooms of the Club, from gossip to carousals and women; from carousals back to gossip, reading, and wine. Drinking became more and more a physical and also a moral necessity. Though the doctors warned him that with his corpulence wine was dangerous for him, he drank a great deal. He was only quite at ease when having poured several glasses of wine mechanically into his large mouth he felt a pleasant warmth in his body, an amiability toward all his fellows, and a readiness to respond superficially to every idea without probing it deeply. Only after emptying a bottle or two did he feel dimly that the terribly tangled skein of life which previously had terrified him was not as dreadful as he had thought. He was always conscious of some aspect of that skein, as with a buzzing in his head after dinner or supper he chatted or listened to conversation or read. But under the influence of wine he said to himself: "It doesn't matter. I'll get it unraveled. I have a solution ready, but have no time now- I'll think it all out later on!" But the later on never came..ˇˇˇˇIt was a hymn which issued from the gloom, a dazzling burst of prayer and harmony in the obscure and alarming silence of the night; women's voices, but voices composed at one and the same time of the pure accents of virgins and the innocent accents of children,-- voices which are not of the earth, and which resemble those that the newborn infant still hears, and which the dying man hears already. This song proceeded from the gloomy edifice which towered above the garden.!BOOK NINE: 1812,ˇˇˇˇThe sister felt chilled by something strange of which she caught a glimpse in all this.,ˇˇˇˇThe letter taken by Balashev was the last Napoleon sent to Alexander. Every detail of the interview was communicated to the Russian monarch, and the war began...,ˇˇˇˇ"He is my refuge! His will be done!" he exclaimed..ˇˇˇˇA man responded:--.
,ˇˇˇˇThat done, he had betaken himself to Montfermeil. It will be remembered that already, during his preceding escape, he had made a mysterious trip thither, or somewhere in that neighborhood, of which the law had gathered an inkling.!ˇˇˇˇ Lawyer Corbeau, perched on a docket, held in his beak a writ of execution; Lawyer Renard, attracted by the smell, addressed him nearly as follows, etc..ˇˇˇˇThe Emperor ceased speaking, the crowd began pressing round him, and rapturous exclamations were heard from all sides....ˇˇˇˇIf I examine an act I performed a moment ago in approximately the same circumstances as those I am in now, my action appears to me undoubtedly free. But if I examine an act performed a month ago, then being in different circumstances, I cannot help recognizing that if that act had not been committed much that resulted from it- good, agreeable, and even essential- would not have taken place. If I reflect on an action still more remote, ten years ago or more, then the consequences of my action are still plainer to me and I find it hard to imagine what would have happened had that action not been performed. The farther I go back in memory, or what is the same thing the farther I go forward in my judgment, the more doubtful becomes my belief in the freedom of my action.,,ˇˇˇˇThe future, which the Emperor had rallied, made its entry.;
ˇˇˇˇDuds!,;!!ˇˇˇˇ*Those whom (God) wishes to destroy he drives mad.,ˇˇˇˇBut even if- imagining a man quite exempt from all influences, examining only his momentary action in the present, unevoked by any cause- we were to admit so infinitely small a remainder of inevitability as equaled zero, we should even then not have arrived at the conception of complete freedom in man, for a being uninfluenced by the external world, standing outside of time and independent of cause, is no longer a man..ˇˇˇˇThat reply is the expression of a consciousness that is not subject to reason..ˇˇˇˇThe blows from the butt end of the gun made the house tremble, but did not shake the door....
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ˇˇˇˇThey all went without knowing whither or why they were going. Still less did that genius, Napoleon, know it, for no one issued any orders to him. But still he and those about him retained their old habits: wrote commands, letters, reports, and orders of the day; called one another sire, mon cousin, prince d'Eckmuhl, roi de Naples, and so on. But these orders and reports were only on paper, nothing in them was acted upon for they could not be carried out, and though they entitled one another Majesties, Highnesses, or Cousins, they all felt that they were miserable wretches who had done much evil for which they had now to pay. And though they pretended to be concerned about the army, each was thinking only of himself and of how to get away quickly and save himself. ;ˇˇˇˇ"Don't forget what I told you.,Oh que de soupirs, de nos coeurs pleins d'ombre,.ˇˇˇˇTwo things were left on his hands, an irony in the shape of the paper signed Fantine, and a consolation, the fifteen hundred francs....ˇˇˇˇKutuzov alone would not see this and openly expressed his opinion that no fresh war could improve the position or add to the glory of Russia, but could only spoil and lower the glorious position that Russia had gained. He tried to prove to the Emperor the impossibility of levying fresh troops, spoke of the hardships already endured by the people, of the possibility of failure and so forth.;.ˇˇˇˇWhat takes place within these souls when they have but just quitted God, find themselves thus, at the very dawn of life, very small and in the midst of men all naked!,ˇˇˇˇHis servants too- Terenty and Vaska- in their own way noticed the change that had taken place in Pierre. They considered that he had become much "simpler." Terenty, when he had helped him undress and wished him good night, often lingered with his master's boots in his hands and clothes over his arm, to see whether he would not start a talk. And Pierre, noticing that Terenty wanted a chat, generally kept him there.;
ˇˇˇˇ"Doctor," she went on, "did the sister tell you that M. le Maire has gone to get that mite of a child?"!ˇˇˇˇHaving finished his inquiries and extorted from Daniel an opinion that the hounds were fit (Daniel himself wished to go hunting), Nicholas ordered the horses to be saddled. But just as Daniel was about to go Natasha came in with rapid steps, not having done up her hair or finished dressing and with her old nurse's big shawl wrapped round her. Petya ran in at the same time.,.ˇˇˇˇHave we suffered?;ˇˇˇˇNow, in order to form an idea of the scene which is to follow, let the reader picture to himself in his own mind, a cold night, the solitudes of the Salpetriere covered with snow and white as winding-sheets in the moonlight, the taper-like lights of the street lanterns which shone redly here and there along those tragic boulevards, and the long rows of black elms, not a passer-by for perhaps a quarter of a league around, the Gorbeau hovel, at its highest pitch of silence, of horror, and of darkness; in that building, in the midst of those solitudes, in the midst of that darkness, the vast Jondrette garret lighted by a single candle, and in that den two men seated at a table, M. Leblanc tranquil, Jondrette smiling and alarming, the Jondrette woman, the female wolf, in one corner, and, behind the partition, Marius, invisible, erect, not losing a word, not missing a single movement, his eye on the watch, and pistol in hand.,ˇˇˇˇLafayette undertook the coronation....
ˇˇˇˇ"Well?... Well?..." he said.!...,ˇˇˇˇThat instant, when Nicholas saw the wolf struggling in the gully with the dogs, while from under them could be seen her gray hair and outstretched hind leg and her frightened choking head, with her ears laid back (Karay was pinning her by the throat), was the happiest moment of his life. With his hand on his saddlebow, he was ready to dismount and stab the wolf, when she suddenly thrust her head up from among that mass of dogs, and then her forepaws were on the edge of the gully. She clicked her teeth (Karay no longer had her by the throat), leaped with a movement of her hind legs out of the gully, and having disengaged herself from the dogs, with tail tucked in again, went forward. Karay, his hair bristling, and probably bruised or wounded, climbed with difficulty out of the gully.;ˇˇˇˇ"Handsome, isn't she?" he whispered to Natasha....ˇˇˇˇMoreover, there was in all these words of Thenardier, in his accent, in his gesture, in his glance which darted flames at every word, there was, in this explosion of an evil nature disclosing everything, in that mixture of braggadocio and abjectness, of pride and pettiness, of rage and folly, in that chaos of real griefs and false sentiments, in that immodesty of a malicious man tasting the voluptuous delights of violence, in that shameless nudity of a repulsive soul, in that conflagration of all sufferings combined with all hatreds, something which was as hideous as evil, and as heart-rending as the truth.!
Harry's insides gave a guilty squirm, but he ignored them. He still had five weeks to work out that egg clue, after all, and that was agesˇwhereas if he went into Hogsmeade, he might run into Hagrid, and get a chance to persuade him to come back. ,ˇˇˇˇ"I thank you, Mr. District-Attorney, but I am not mad; you shall see; you were on the point of committing a great error; release this man! I am fulfilling a duty; I am that miserable criminal.,ˇˇˇˇ"Yes, that's it! That's just what I said to him," put in Nicholas, who fancied he really had said it. "But they insisted on their own view: love of one's neighbor and Christianity- and all this in the presence of young Nicholas, who had gone into my study and broke all my things.",,ˇˇˇˇ"She's first-rate, my dear fellow, but not for us," replied Dolokhov..ˇˇˇˇThe barricades at right angles fell back, the one of the Rue Montorgueil on the Grande-Truanderie, the other of the Rue Geoffroy-Langevin on the Rue Sainte-Avoye. Without reckoning innumerable barricades in twenty other quarters of Paris, in the Marais, at Mont-Sainte-Genevieve; one in the Rue Menilmontant, where was visible a porte cochere torn from its hinges; another near the little bridge of the Hotel-Dieu made with an "ecossais," which had been unharnessed and overthrown, three hundred paces from the Prefecture of Police.,ˇˇˇˇNo one replied to his remarks.;
ˇˇˇˇBossuet strode over the paving-stones, ran to it, stopped the driver, made the passengers alight, offered his hand to "the ladies," ,ˇˇˇˇWould you like Basque?,ˇˇˇˇ"Mr. Marius, are you there?",,ˇˇˇˇA pause ensued....ˇˇˇˇ"I'd be glad to sit beside you and rest: I'm tired; but you see how they keep asking me, and I'm glad of it, I'm happy and I love everybody, and you and I understand it all," and much, much more was said in her smile. When her partner left her Natasha ran across the room to choose two ladies for the figure.!
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ˇˇˇˇWhen Cosette saw that her father was suffering less, that he was convalescing, and that he appeared to be happy, she experienced a contentment which she did not even perceive, so gently and naturally had it come., !ˇˇˇˇ"I don't know what is the matter with me today. Don't take any notice- forget what I have said!".ˇˇˇˇ"But, Mamma, suppose I loved a girl who has no fortune, would you expect me to sacrifice my feelings and my honor for the sake of money?" he asked his mother, not realizing the cruelty of his question and only wishing to show his noble-mindedness.,ˇˇˇˇ"Adele tempted me: she kept on telling me to buy it," returned Pierre.,39 Of Custom & Education .
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ˇˇˇˇPierre suddenly saw an outlet for his excitement. He hardened his heart against the senator who was introducing this set and narrow attitude into the deliberations of the nobility. Pierre stepped forward and interrupted him. He himself did not yet know what he would say, but he began to speak eagerly, occasionally lapsing into French or expressing himself in bookish Russian.;,ˇˇˇˇWarned, nevertheless, and put on the alert by the little white chapel which marks its angle of junction with the Nivelles highway, he had probably put a question as to the possibility of an obstacle, to the guide Lacoste.,ˇˇˇˇ"A charming woman!" said Ilyin, with all the gravity of a boy of sixteen....ˇˇˇˇShe resumed her path to the spring, and began to run.,ˇˇˇˇWithin a week the peasants who came with empty carts to carry off plunder were stopped by the authorities and made to cart the corpses out of the town. Other peasants, having heard of their comrades' discomfiture, came to town bringing rye, oats, and hay, and beat down one another's prices to below what they had been in former days. Gangs of carpenters hoping for high pay arrived in Moscow every day, and on all sides logs were being hewn, new houses built, and old, charred ones repaired. Tradesmen began trading in booths. Cookshops and taverns were opened in partially burned houses. The clergy resumed the services in many churches that had not been burned. Donors contributed Church property that had been stolen. Government clerks set up their baize-covered tables and their pigeonholes of documents in small rooms. The higher authorities and the police organized the distribution of goods left behind by the French. The owners of houses in which much property had been left, brought there from other houses, complained of the injustice of taking everything to the Faceted Palace in the Kremlin; others insisted that as the French had gathered things from different houses into this or that house, it would be unfair to allow its owner to keep all that was found there. They abused the police and bribed them, made out estimates at ten times their value for government stores that had perished in the fire, and demanded relief. And Count Rostopchin wrote proclamations. ,has trouble climbing so many stairs..Dobby now handed Harry a small package, which turned out to be - socks. ,ˇˇˇˇCourfeyrac flung himself on his neck....
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You'd be amazed how far Andy could stretch it. He made deals with book clubs, charity groups...he bought remaindered books by the pound...,ˇˇˇˇKutuzov did not understand what Europe, the balance of power, or Napoleon meant. He could not understand it. For the representative of the Russian people, after the enemy had been destroyed and Russia had been liberated and raised to the summit of her glory, there was nothing left to do as a Russian. Nothing remained for the representative of the national war but to die, and Kutuzov died. ,ˇˇˇˇ"Mummy!... darling!... I am here, my dearest Mummy," she kept on whispering, not pausing an instant.!ˇˇˇˇDo not the very actions for which the historians praise Alexander I (the liberal attempts at the beginning of his reign, his struggle with Napoleon, the firmness he displayed in 1812 and the campaign of 1813) flow from the same sources- the circumstances of his birth, education, and life- that made his personality what it was and from which the actions for which they blame him (the Holy Alliance, the restoration of Poland, and the reaction of 1820 and later) also flowed?!;ˇˇˇˇGratitude, duty, matters essential and important to be remembered, vanish..
ˇˇˇˇKutuzov seemed preoccupied and did not listen to what the general was saying. He screwed up his eyes with a dissatisfied look as he gazed attentively and fixedly at these prisoners, who presented a specially wretched appearance. Most of them were disfigured by frost-bitten noses and cheeks, and nearly all had red, swollen and festering eyes....ˇˇˇˇAnd yet it is difficult to imagine an historical character whose activity was so unswervingly directed to a single aim; and it would be difficult to imagine any aim more worthy or more consonant with the will of the whole people. Still more difficult would it be to find an instance in history of the aim of an historical personage being so completely accomplished as that to which all Kutuzov's efforts were directed in 1812....ˇˇˇˇFrom time to time, especially at that evening hour which is the most depressing to even the dreamy, he allowed the purest, the most impersonal, the most ideal of the reveries which filled his brain, to fall upon a notebook which contained nothing else.,ˇˇˇˇWithin a week the peasants who came with empty carts to carry off plunder were stopped by the authorities and made to cart the corpses out of the town. Other peasants, having heard of their comrades' discomfiture, came to town bringing rye, oats, and hay, and beat down one another's prices to below what they had been in former days. Gangs of carpenters hoping for high pay arrived in Moscow every day, and on all sides logs were being hewn, new houses built, and old, charred ones repaired. Tradesmen began trading in booths. Cookshops and taverns were opened in partially burned houses. The clergy resumed the services in many churches that had not been burned. Donors contributed Church property that had been stolen. Government clerks set up their baize-covered tables and their pigeonholes of documents in small rooms. The higher authorities and the police organized the distribution of goods left behind by the French. The owners of houses in which much property had been left, brought there from other houses, complained of the injustice of taking everything to the Faceted Palace in the Kremlin; others insisted that as the French had gathered things from different houses into this or that house, it would be unfair to allow its owner to keep all that was found there. They abused the police and bribed them, made out estimates at ten times their value for government stores that had perished in the fire, and demanded relief. And Count Rostopchin wrote proclamations. ,ˇˇˇˇThis is the foundation of those famous acts which are called the ordinances of July.,...
ˇˇˇˇ"Prince," said Berg, recognizing Prince Andrew, "I only spoke because I have to obey orders, because I always do obey exactly.... You must please excuse me," he went on apologetically..249 INT -- SHAFT -- NIGHT (1966) 249,,ˇˇˇˇShe died with the tragic joy of jealous hearts who drag the beloved being into their own death, and who say: "No one shall have him!",ˇˇˇˇHe reflected that had he not given his five francs to the Jondrette girl in the morning, he would have followed M. Leblanc's fiacre, and consequently have remained ignorant of everything, and that there would have been no obstacle to the trap of the Jondrettes and that M. Leblanc would have been lost, and his daughter with him, no doubt..,ˇˇˇˇJean Valjean returned home at once, in a very thoughtful mood.;