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¡¡¡¡Ilyin put a few drops of rum into the bucket of water and brought it to Mary Hendrikhovna, asking her to stir it with her finger.;¡¡¡¡"You see, brothers..." said he when the shouts had ceased... and all at once his voice and the expression of his face changed. It was no longer the commander in chief speaking but an ordinary old man who wanted to tell his comrades something very important.,CHAPTER XII !Therefore it doth much add to a man\'s reputation, and is (as Queen Isabella said) like perpetual letters commendatory, to have good forms. To attain them, it almost sufficeth, not to despise them: for so shall a man observe them in others: and let him trust himself with the rest. For if he labour too much to express them, he shall lose their grace; which is to be natural and unaffected. ,? Leo Tolstoy,ELDERLY GUARD,¡¡¡¡"He dead!" cried the soldier; "you don't know him.",!
¡¡¡¡This view was very general in the upper army circles and found support also in Petersburg and from the chancellor, Rumyantsev, who, for other reasons of state, was in favor of peace..!¡¡¡¡A few men clustered round a flag marked the post of a regiment; such and such a battalion was commanded only by a captain or a lieutenant; Alten's division, already so roughly handled at La Haie-Sainte, was almost destroyed; the intrepid Belgians of Van Kluze's brigade strewed the rye-fields all along the Nivelles road; hardly anything was left of those Dutch grenadiers, who, intermingled with Spaniards in our ranks in 1811, fought against Wellington; and who, in 1815, rallied to the English standard, fought against Napoleon. The loss in officers was considerable., ... .LOW ANGLE on steel door. Somewhere behind it, unseen, is Andy,.
¡¡¡¡`So he is not coming!',¡¡¡¡A conference took place confined to the magnates sitting at the table. The whole consultation passed more than quietly. After all the preceding noise the sound of their old voices saying one after another, "I agree," or for variety, "I too am of that opinion," and so on had even a mournful effect.,¡¡¡¡"Well, is ev'wything weady?" asked Denisov. "Bwing the horses.",.¡¡¡¡It appeared that the arrival of these men was what Jondrette had been waiting for.,¡¡¡¡Take away Louis Philippe the king, there remains the man.;
free and current; and let the state shut itself out, to take any penalty for the same. ,¡¡¡¡Julie smiled.,,¡¡¡¡Pierre raised his shoulders and listened open-mouthed to what was told him, scarcely able to believe his own ears. That Prince Andrew's deeply loved affianced wife- the same Natasha Rostova who used to be so charming- should give up Bolkonski for that fool Anatole who was already secretly married (as Pierre knew), and should be so in love with him as to agree to run away with him, was something Pierre could not conceive and could not imagine..? Leo Tolstoy, .
¡¡¡¡From broken remarks about Natasha and his father, from the emotion with which Pierre spoke of that dead father, and from the careful, reverent tenderness with which Natasha spoke of him, the boy, who was only just beginning to guess what love is, derived the notion that his father had loved Natasha and when dying had left her to his friend. But the father whom the boy did not remember appeared to him a divinity who could not be pictured, and of whom he never thought without a swelling heart and tears of sadness and rapture. So the boy also was happy that Pierre had arrived.,This Free Ebook is Produced ,,,¡¡¡¡"Come now!" said Gavroche, "why not?...¡¡¡¡And again he broke into a laugh.!...
¡¡¡¡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.;¡¡¡¡*"To your places." !¡¡¡¡While the Emperor was dining, Valuev, looking out of the window, said:!¡¡¡¡"Always about the same thing," said Pierre with a smile. "Jealo..."!...¡¡¡¡Half of progress, quasi-right. Now, logic knows not the "almost," absolutely as the sun knows not the candle.!¡¡¡¡Rostov stopped and, clenching his fists, suddenly and sternly turned on Alpatych.,,¡¡¡¡Madame Thenardier, petrified and mute, recommenced her conjectures: "Who is that old fellow?,¡¡¡¡It was through it that, under the Empire and the Restoration, prisoners condemned to death re-entered Paris on the day of their execution....
,Need More Free Ebooks, Pls Go To,¡¡¡¡"No, bwother, I have gwown mustaches myself," said Denisov on reading these documents, and he wrote to the German that, despite his heartfelt desire to serve under so valiant and renowned a general, he had to forgo that pleasure because he was already under the command of the Polish general. To the Polish general he replied to the same effect, informing him that he was already under the command of the German.,¡¡¡¡"Now, Miss Sonya is sure to see something," whispered Dunyasha; "while you do nothing but laugh.". ,,¡¡¡¡It is probable that the linnets and tomtits of the last century gossiped a great deal about the chief justice.;
¡¡¡¡As we have said, the great city resembles a piece of artillery; when it is loaded, it suffices for a spark to fall, and the shot is discharged., ,¡¡¡¡Then, bringing his eyes back to his own person, they fell upon his feeble arms and his thin hands....¡¡¡¡He resumed:--,¡¡¡¡Having sat some time at table, Speranski corked a bottle of wine and, remarking, "Nowadays good wine rides in a carriage and pair," passed it to the servant and got up. All rose and continuing to talk loudly went into the drawing room. Two letters brought by a courier were handed to Speranski and he took them to his study. As soon as he had left the room the general merriment stopped and the guests began to converse sensibly and quietly with one another....¡¡¡¡"Natasha is not quite well; she's in her room and would like to see you. Marya Dmitrievna is with her and she too asks you to come.",¡¡¡¡*History of the year 1812. The character of Kutuzov and reflections on the unsatisfactory results of the battles at Krasnoe, by Bogdanovich. !
¡¡¡¡Jean Valjean had before him what resembled the two branches of a Y. Which should he choose?,,,¡¡¡¡Gavroche felt compassion for him.;Need More Free Ebooks, Pls Go To.¡¡¡¡Civilized people, especially in our day, are neither elevated nor abased by the good or bad fortune of a captain....? Leo Tolstoy;,...
¡¡¡¡Enjolras felt attacked by that impatience which seizes on strong souls on the threshold of redoubtable events.,LastIndexNext!¡¡¡¡He had entered it on account of the Carpe horas, and had returned thither on account of the Carpes au gras....Therefore, to speak of the abolishing of usury is idle. All states have ever had it, in one kind or rate, or other. So as that opinion must be sent to Utopia.,¡¡¡¡It will be remembered that the fundamental point in Javert, his element, the very air he breathed, was veneration for all authority. This was impregnable, and admitted of neither objection nor restriction. In his eyes, of course, the ecclesiastical authority was the chief of all; he was religious, superficial and correct on this point as on all others.,. ...
¡¡¡¡This is a law.;¡¡¡¡A bee settling on a flower has stung a child. And the child is afraid of bees and declares that bees exist to sting people. A poet admires the bee sucking from the chalice of a flower and says it exists to suck the fragrance of flowers. A beekeeper, seeing the bee collect pollen from flowers and carry it to the hive, says that it exists to gather honey. Another beekeeper who has studied the life of the hive more closely says that the bee gathers pollen dust to feed the young bees and rear a queen, and that it exists to perpetuate its race. A botanist notices that the bee flying with the pollen of a male flower to a pistil fertilizes the latter, and sees in this the purpose of the bee's existence. Another, observing the migration of plants, notices that the bee helps in this work, and may say that in this lies the purpose of the bee. But the ultimate purpose of the bee is not exhausted by the first, the second, or any of the processes the human mind can discern. The higher the human intellect rises in the discovery of these purposes, the more obvious it becomes, that the ultimate purpose is beyond our comprehension.,,¡¡¡¡All I caught was Merci [thanks]. I'd rather have had his name than his thanks. That would have helped me to find him again.,Again, in their superiors, it quencheth jealousy towards them, as persons that they mink they may at pleasure despise: and it layeth their competitors and emulators asleep; as never believing, they should be in possibility of advancement till they see them in possession. So that, upon the matter, in a great wit, deformity is an advantage to rising. Kings in ancient times (and at this present in some countries) were wont to put great trust in eunuchs; because they that are envious towards all, are more obnoxious and officious towards one. But yet their trust towards them hath rather been as to good spials, and good whisperers; man good magistrates, and officers. .¡¡¡¡Night had come. There were stars in the sky and the new moon shone out amid the smoke that screened it. On the sloping descent to the Dnieper Alpatych's cart and that of the innkeeper's wife, which were slowly moving amid the rows of soldiers and of other vehicles, had to stop. In a side street near the crossroads where the vehicles had stopped, a house and some shops were on fire. This fire was already burning itself out. The flames now died down and were lost in the black smoke, now suddenly flared up again brightly, lighting up with strange distinctness the faces of the people crowding at the crossroads. Black figures flitted about before the fire, and through the incessant crackling of the flames talking and shouting could be heard. Seeing that his trap would not be able to move on for some time, Alpatych got down and turned into the side street to look at the fire. Soldiers were continually rushing backwards and forwards near it, and he saw two of them and a man in a frieze coat dragging burning beams into another yard across the street, while others carried bundles of hay.;;
¡¡¡¡In the fourth act there was some sort of devil who sang waving his arm about, till the boards were withdrawn from under him and he disappeared down below. That was the only part of the fourth act that Natasha saw. She felt agitated and tormented, and the cause of this was Kuragin whom she could not help watching. As they were leaving the theater Anatole came up to them, called their carriage, and helped them in. As he was putting Natasha in he pressed her arm above the elbow. Agitated and flushed she turned round. He was looking at her with glittering eyes, smiling tenderly. ,? Leo Tolstoy,,? Victor Hugo!a little to keep state. Amongst a man\'s inferiors, one shall be sure of reverence; .¡¡¡¡"White bread, boy! white bread [larton savonne]! I'm standing treat."!¡¡¡¡The battle of Waterloo is an enigma....
¡¡¡¡Jean Valjean could glide along close to the houses on the dark side, and yet keep watch on the light side. He did not, perhaps, take sufficiently into consideration the fact that the dark side escaped him.....¡¡¡¡The discussions continued a long time, and the longer they lasted the more heated became the disputes, culminating in shouts and personalities, and the less was it possible to arrive at any general conclusion from all that had been said. Prince Andrew, listening to this polyglot talk and to these surmises, plans, refutations, and shouts, felt nothing but amazement at what they were saying. A thought that had long since and often occurred to him during his military activities- the idea that there is not and cannot be any science of war, and that therefore there can be no such thing as a military genius- now appeared to him an obvious truth. "What theory and science is possible about a matter the conditions and circumstances of which are unknown and cannot be defined, especially when the strength of the acting forces cannot be ascertained? No one was or is able to foresee in what condition our or the enemy's armies will be in a day's time, and no one can gauge the force of this or that detachment. Sometimes- when there is not a coward at the front to shout, 'We are cut off!' and start running, but a brave and jolly lad who shouts, 'Hurrah!'- a detachment of five thousand is worth thirty thousand, as at Schon Grabern, while at times fifty thousand run from eight thousand, as at Austerlitz. What science can there be in a matter in which, as in all practical matters, nothing can be defined and everything depends on innumerable conditions, the significance of which is determined at a particular moment which arrives no one knows when? Armfeldt says our army is cut in half, and Paulucci says we have got the French army between two fires; Michaud says that the worthlessness of the Drissa camp lies in having the river behind it, and Pfuel says that is what constitutes its strength; Toll proposes one plan, Armfeldt another, and they are all good and all bad, and the advantages of any suggestions can be seen only at the moment of trial. And why do they all speak of a 'military genius'? Is a man a genius who can order bread to be brought up at the right time and say who is to go to the right and who to the left? It is only because military men are invested with pomp and power and crowds of sychophants flatter power, attributing to it qualities of genius it does not possess. The best generals I have known were, on the contrary, stupid or absent-minded men. Bagration was the best, Napoleon himself admitted that. And of Bonaparte himself! I remember his limited, self-satisfied face on the field of Austerlitz. Not only does a good army commander not need any special qualities, on the contrary he needs the absence of the highest and best human attributes- love, poetry, tenderness, and philosophic inquiring doubt. He should be limited, firmly convinced that what he is doing is very important (otherwise he will not have sufficient patience), and only then will he be a brave leader. God forbid that he should be humane, should love, or pity, or think of what is just and unjust. It is understandable that a theory of their 'genius' was invented for them long ago because they have power! The success of a military action depends not on them, but on the man in the ranks who shouts, 'We are lost!' or who shouts, 'Hurrah!' And only in the ranks can one serve with assurance of being useful.",,¡¡¡¡"Eh? Yes, I heard something: he said something awkward in His Majesty's presence.";¡¡¡¡She shuddered....¡¡¡¡The man resumed:--,A second sort is of those, that have some natural dispositions, which have ;
¡¡¡¡AN OWL'S VIEW OF PARIS;,¡¡¡¡The very question that had formerly tormented him, the thing he had continually sought to find- the aim of life- no longer existed for him now. That search for the aim of life had not merely disappeared temporarily- he felt that it no longer existed for him and could not present itself again. And this very absence of an aim gave him the complete, joyous sense of freedom which constituted his happiness at this time.,¡¡¡¡Hardly had she gone a hundred paces when she paused and began to scratch her head again.,,¡¡¡¡One day, her butcher, who had caught a glimpse of Jean Valjean, said to her:!
,¡¡¡¡"And the old man said, 'God will forgive you, we are all sinners in His sight. I suffer for my own sins,' and he wept bitter tears. Well, and what do you think, dear friends?" Karataev continued, his face brightening more and more with a rapturous smile as if what he now had to tell contained the chief charm and the whole meaning of his story: "What do you think, dear fellows? That murderer confessed to the authorities. 'I have taken six lives,' he says (he was a great sinner), 'but what I am most sorry for is this old man. Don't let him suffer because of me.' So he confessed and it was all written down and the papers sent off in due form. The place was a long way off, and while they were judging, what with one thing and another, filling in the papers all in due form- the authorities I mean- time passed. The affair reached the Tsar. After a while the Tsar's decree came: to set the merchant free and give him a compensation that had been awarded. The paper arrived and they began to look for the old man. 'Where is the old man who has been suffering innocently and in vain? A paper has come from the Tsar!' so they began looking for him," here Karataev's lower jaw trembled, "but God had already forgiven him- he was dead! That's how it was, dear fellows!" Karataev concluded and sat for a long time silent, gazing before him with a smile.,¡¡¡¡"No, really, give it up!" said Dolokhov. "I am speaking seriously. It's no joke, this plot you've hatched.",¡¡¡¡Matelote and Gibelotte had mingled with the workers.;¡¡¡¡You will drink water, you will eat black bread, you will sleep on a plank with a fetter whose cold touch you will feel on your flesh all night long, riveted to your limbs. You will break those fetters, you will flee.,¡¡¡¡There are people who have not much linen, and wait until late; if you do not wash, you lose your custom. The planks are badly joined, and water drops on you from everywhere; you have your petticoats all damp above and below.!
¡°He died?¡± ...¡¡¡¡"Come, now, this is stupid!" said Babet.;¡¡¡¡"I know! Cyril Matveich... but he is old."...Honey, hush..¡¡¡¡Strange to say, in the sort of symphony which Marius had lived since he had been in the habit of seeing Cosette, the past, even the most recent past, had become so confused and distant to him, that what Cosette told him satisfied him completely. It did not even occur to him to tell her about the nocturnal adventure in the hovel, about Thenardier, about the burn, and about the strange attitude and singular flight of her father. Marius had momentarily forgotten all this; in the evening he did not even know that there had been a morning, what he had done, where he had breakfasted, nor who had spoken to him; he had songs in his ears which rendered him deaf to every other thought; he only existed at the hours when he saw Cosette., ;,NORTON;
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¡¡¡¡He could hear shooting ahead of him. Cossacks, hussars, and ragged Russian prisoners, who had come running from both sides of the road, were shouting something loudly and incoherently. A gallant-looking Frenchman, in a blue overcoat, capless, and with a frowning red face, had been defending himself against the hussars. When Petya galloped up the Frenchman had already fallen. "Too late again!" flashed through Petya's mind and he galloped on to the place from which the rapid firing could be heard. The shots came from the yard of the landowner's house he had visited the night before with Dolokhov. The French were making a stand there behind a wattle fence in a garden thickly overgrown with bushes and were firing at the Cossacks who crowded at the gateway. Through the smoke, as he approached the gate, Petya saw Dolokhov, whose face was of a pale-greenish tint, shouting to his men. "Go round! Wait for the infantry!" he exclaimed as Petya rode up to him.!¡¡¡¡"You have observed that?" said Princess Mary..LastIndexNext,¡¡¡¡"He's come!" she exclaimed as she ran past, and Denisov felt that he too was delighted that Pierre, whom he did not much care for, had returned.,¡¡¡¡When a man works alone he always has a certain set of reflections which as it seems to him directed his past activity, justify his present activity, and guide him in planning his future actions. Just the same is done by a concourse of people, allowing those who do not take a direct part in the activity to devise considerations, justifications, and surmises concerning their collective activity.!¡¡¡¡"How? Am I uglier?",¡¡¡¡"Natasha insists on seeing Count Peter Kirilovich," said she.,...
¡¡¡¡Etc.,¡¡¡¡The melancholy silence that followed was broken by the sounds of the children's voices and laughter from the next room. Evidently some jolly excitement was going on there....¡¡¡¡But instead of all that- here he was, the wealthy husband of an unfaithful wife, a retired gentleman-in-waiting, fond of eating and drinking and, as he unbuttoned his waistcoat, of abusing the government a bit, a member of the Moscow English Club, and a universal favorite in Moscow society. For a long time he could not reconcile himself to the idea that he was one of those same retired Moscow gentlemen-in-waiting he had so despised seven years before.,¡¡¡¡She stopped; the conclusion of her sentence would have been lacking in respect towards the beginning.,a full shade; some of them, wheresoever the sun be. You are to frame some of them likewise for shelter, that when the wind blows sharp, you may walk, as in a gallery. ,¡¡¡¡"So she knows I am engaged, and she and her husband Pierre- that good Pierre- have talked and laughed about this. So it's all right." And again, under Helene's influence, what had seemed terrible now seemed simple and natural. "And she is such a grande dame, so kind, and evidently likes me so much. And why not enjoy myself?" thought Natasha, gazing at Helene with wide-open, wondering eyes.,¡¡¡¡The silence preserved by the prisoner, that precaution which had been carried to the point of forgetting all anxiety for his own life, that resistance opposed to the first impulse of nature, which is to utter a cry, all this, it must be confessed, now that his attention had been called to it, troubled Marius, and affected him with painful astonishment....
may seem rather to be above the injury, than below it: which is a thing easily done, ,...¡¡¡¡Nothing else existed. It is probable that this vanishing of hell in our rear is inherent to the arrival of paradise.!¡¡¡¡Bulow had not moved, in fact.,¡¡¡¡"Why?"!¡¡¡¡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.,¡¡¡¡It is heard, and Cambronne is recognized as possessed by the ancient spirit of the Titans. Danton seems to be speaking!...
¡¡¡¡When Pierre and his wife entered the drawing room the countess was in one of her customary states in which she needed the mental exertion of playing patience, and so- though by force of habit she greeted him with the words she always used when Pierre or her son returned after an absence: "High time, my dear, high time! We were all weary of waiting for you. Well, thank God!" and received her presents with another customary remark: "It's not the gift that's precious, my dear, but that you give it to me, an old woman..."- yet it was evident that she was not pleased by Pierre's arrival at that moment when it diverted her attention from the unfinished game.,;¡¡¡¡but retained her bonnet; her husband, who was crouching behind her, was almost hidden under the discarded shawl, and she was shielding him with her body, as she elevated the paving-stone above her head with the gesture of a giantess on the point of hurling a rock.!¡¡¡¡The baker understood perfectly, and replied:--...Fudge wheeled around and stared at Harry, who was still standing against the wall beside the fallen statue that had guarded him during Dumbledore and Voldemort's duel.,¡¡¡¡And turning to Bigrenaille:--...¡¡¡¡Waterloo took no part, and lay half a league from the scene of action....fit of anger: but howsoever you show bitterness, do not act anything that is not .
¡¡¡¡Natasha, pale and stern, was sitting beside Marya Dmitrievna, and her eyes, glittering feverishly, met Pierre with a questioning look the moment he entered. She did not smile or nod, but only gazed fixedly at him, and her look asked only one thing: was he a friend, or ,,¡¡¡¡(1) However we may increase our knowledge of the conditions of space in which man is situated, that knowledge can never be complete, for the number of those conditions is as infinite as the infinity of space. And therefore so long as not all the conditions influencing men are defined, there is no complete inevitability but a certain measure of freedom remains.,¡¡¡¡Jean Valjean threw himself, all dressed as he was, on his bed, and could not close his eyes all night.;¡¡¡¡The silence began to oppress the princess and she tried to catch someone's eye.,¡¡¡¡"Dronushka, Alpatych has gone off somewhere and I have no one to turn to. Is true, as they tell me, that I can't even go away?";
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¡¡¡¡This voice was not wholly unfamiliar to him.;¡¡¡¡"Father, are they still men?".FIRST EPILOGUE: 1813 - 20;!¡¡¡¡Just as prolonged and stubborn is the struggle now proceeding between the old and the new conception of history, and theology in the same way stands on guard for the old view, and accuses the new view of subverting revelation.,¡¡¡¡"Forfeit, forfeit, forfeit!";,¡¡¡¡"The dragoons!" The dragoons advanced at a walk, in silence, with their pistols in their holsters, their swords in their scabbards, their guns slung in their leather sockets, with an air of gloomy expectation.,¡¡¡¡Amid his terror as to what was in preparation, and in the horror with which the Jondrettes had inspired him, he experienced a sort of joy at the idea that it might be granted to him perhaps to render a service to the one whom he loved....
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By "Eshu Space"...¡¡¡¡Have you a government which comprehends the identity of morality and politics?,¡¡¡¡Owing to the rapidity of the French flight and the Russian pursuit and the consequent exhaustion of the horses, the chief means of approximately ascertaining the enemy's position- by cavalry scouting- was not available. Besides, as a result of the frequent and rapid change of position by each army, even what information was obtained could not be delivered in time. If news was received one day that the enemy had been in a certain position the day before, by the third day when something could have been done, that army was already two days' march farther on and in quite another position.,¡¡¡¡Physical suffering had completed the work of moral suffering.,; ...¡¡¡¡Only a few posting-chaises were setting out at a gallop from the Hotel des Princes and the Hotel Meurice.!!
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,CHAPTER VI !¡¡¡¡"After all," continued Gavroche, "you have the air of an honest man.",¡¡¡¡Long live the future!",¡¡¡¡His copper plates gone, and being unable to complete even the incomplete copies of his Flora which were in his possession, he had disposed of the text, at a miserable price, as waste paper, to a second-hand bookseller. Nothing now remained to him of his life's work.!¡¡¡¡"We won't speak of it any more, my dear," said Pierre, and his gentle, cordial tone suddenly seemed very strange to Natasha.,51 Of Faction ,Need More Free Ebooks, Pls Go To!
...and the BLACKNESS disintegrates as a wall tumbles before our eyes, revealing a WORK CREW with picks and sledgehammers,;¡¡¡¡Reason gives expression to the laws of inevitability. Consciousness gives expression to the essence of freedom.,,,...¡¡¡¡That was the only doubt often troubling Pierre. He did not now make any plans. The happiness before him appeared so inconceivable that if only he could attain it, it would be the end of all things. Everything ended with that.!
Hermione looked as though Ron had slapped her. When she spoke, her voice quivered. ...¡¡¡¡She thought him insipid, silly, stupid, useless, foppish, displeasing, impertinent, and extremely ugly. The officer thought it his duty to smile at her..,¡¡¡¡Jean Valjean killed the agent Javert; he shot him with a pistol.,....