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¡¡¡¡Then he seizes a gun and begins to batter the door with the butt end.,¡¡¡¡Within a week Moscow already had fifteen thousand inhabitants, in a fortnight twenty-five thousand, and so on. By the autumn of 1813 the number, ever increasing and increasing, exceeded what it had been in 1812.,¡¡¡¡The man seemed engaged in prayer, according to his custom, and was much bent over.;,He stood up. The class backed away. They all looked unnerved. ,¡¡¡¡What is there against him?,,...
.!¡¡¡¡Instead of men endowed with divine authority and directly guided by the will of God, modern history has given us either heroes endowed with extraordinary, superhuman capacities, or simply men of very various kinds, from monarchs to journalists, who lead the masses. Instead of the former divinely appointed aims of the Jewish, Greek, or Roman nations, which ancient historians regarded as representing the progress of humanity, modern history has postulated its own aims- the welfare of the French, German, or English people, or, in its highest abstraction, the welfare and civilization of humanity in general, by which is usually meant that of the peoples occupying a small northwesterly portion of a large continent.,LastIndexNext,,Need More Free Ebooks, Pls Go To,¡¡¡¡It was M. Mabeuf.,... ;
¡¡¡¡What Russian, reading the account of the last part of the campaign of 1812, has not experienced an uncomfortable feeling of regret, dissatisfaction, and perplexity? Who has not asked himself how it is that the French were not all captured or destroyed when our three armies surrounded them in superior numbers, when the disordered French, hungry and freezing, surrendered in crowds, and when (as the historians relate) the aim of the Russians was to stop the French, to cut them off, and capture them all?;¡¡¡¡He gave orders to Milhaud's cuirassiers to carry the table-land of Mont-Saint-Jean.,¡¡¡¡"I helped you, but all the same I must tell you the truth; it is a dangerous business, and if you think about it- a stupid business. Well, you'll carry her off- all right! Will they let it stop at that? It will come out that you're already married. Why, they'll have you in the criminal court....",¡¡¡¡Here Cosette redoubled her sobs.,¡¡¡¡In Marya Dmitrievna's anteroom the footman who helped him off with his fur coat said that the mistress asked him to come to her bedroom.,¡¡¡¡"I hear," Dron answered without lifting his eyes.,have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtle; natural philosophy deep; moral grave;...
¡¡¡¡It was because, of all the tortures which he had undergone in the course of this long inquisition to which destiny had doomed him, this was the most terrible.!¡¡¡¡Oh, simplicity of the old! oh, the depth of children!,¡¡¡¡The 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.!BOOK FIFTEEN: 1812 - 13,¡¡¡¡Sonya passed to the pantry with a glass in her hand. Natasha glanced at her and at the crack in the pantry door, and it seemed to her that she remembered the light failing through that crack once before and Sonya passing with a glass in her hand. "Yes it was exactly the same," thought Natasha.,¡¡¡¡There's always a petard in a seminary fellow.",LastIndexNext,¡¡¡¡"He gave me no instructions. I think I could?" he returned, inquiringly.!!
;¡¡¡¡"Uncle" dismounted at the porch of his little wooden house which stood in the midst of an overgrown garden and, after a glance at his retainers, shouted authoritatively that the superfluous ones should take themselves off and that all necessary preparations should be made to receive the guests and the visitors.;¡¡¡¡When 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.,? Victor Hugo,¡¡¡¡Pierre without greeting his wife whom he had not seen since his return- at that moment she was more repulsive to him than ever- entered the drawing room and seeing Anatole went up to him....¡°He ¡ª he was taking over everywhere!¡± gasped Pettigrew. ¡°Wh-what was there to be gained by refusing him?¡± ;¡¡¡¡This was perfectly fresh, the grooves in the ancient black mortar were white, a tuft of nettles at the foot of the wall was powdered with the fine, fresh plaster..¡¡¡¡His 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....¡¡¡¡"Give it to me," said the inspector.!
¡¡¡¡It does not become disconcerted, but adjusts to its divine work the man who has bestridden the Alps, and the good old tottering invalid of Father Elysee.!,...¡°We should get a move on, you know¡ask someone. He's right. We don't want to end up with a pair of trolls.¡± ,¡¡¡¡It was a vast and badly lighted apartment, now full of uproar, now full of silence, where all the apparatus of a criminal case, with its petty and mournful gravity in the midst of the throng, was in process of development....¡¡¡¡Next day Anatole left for Petersburg. .
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RED (V.O.)...LastIndexNext!¡¡¡¡"I cannot express, Princess, how glad I am that I happened to ride here and am able to show my readiness to serve you," said Rostov, rising. "Go when you please, and I give you my word of honor that no one shall dare to cause you annoyance if only you will allow me to act as your escort." And bowing respectfully, as if to a lady of royal blood, he moved toward the door.,!They pulled out their wands. Harry kept looking around him. He had, yet again, the strange feeling that they were being watched. ,¡¡¡¡Each historian, according to his view of what constitutes a nation's progress, looks for these conditions in the greatness, wealth, freedom, or enlightenment of citizens of France or some other country. But not to mention the historians' contradictions as to the nature of this program- or even admitting that some one general program of these conditions exists- the facts of history almost always contradict that theory. If the conditions under which power is entrusted consist in the wealth, freedom, and enlightenment of the people, how is it that Louis XIV and Ivan the Terrible end their reigns tranquilly, while Louis XVI and Charles I are executed by their people? To this question historians reply that Louis XIV's activity, contrary to the program, reacted on Louis XVI. But why did it not react on Louis XIV or on Louis XV- why should it react just on Louis XVI? And what is the time limit for such reactions? To these questions there are and can be no answers. Equally little does this view explain why for several centuries the collective will is not withdrawn from certain rulers and their heirs, and then suddenly during a period of fifty years is transferred to the Convention, to the Directory, to Napoleon, to Alexander, to Louis XVIII, to Napoleon again, to Charles X, to Louis Philippe, to a Republican government, and to Napoleon III. When explaining these rapid transfers of the people's will from from one individual to another, especially in view of international relations, conquests, and alliances, the historians are obliged to admit that some of these transfers are not normal delegations of the people's will but are accidents dependent on cunning, on mistakes, on craft, or on the weakness of a diplomatist, a ruler, or a party leader. So that the greater part of the events of history- civil wars, revolutions, and conquests- are presented by these historians not as the results of free transferences of the people's will, but as results of the ill-directed will of one or more individuals, that is, once again, as usurpations of power. And so these historians also see and admit historical events which are exceptions to the theory.!
!¡¡¡¡"It won't be just yet- someday. Think what fun it will be when I am his wife and you marry Nicholas!"!;of water, of some thirty or forty foot square, but without fish, or slime, or mud. ,¡¡¡¡THINGS OF THE NIGHT,,¡¡¡¡The true question is this:,,¡¡¡¡But before the whip could reply, the hare, scenting the frost coming next morning, was unable to rest and leaped up. The pack on leash rushed downhill in full cry after the hare, and from all sides the borzois that were not on leash darted after the hounds and the hare. All the hunt, who had been moving slowly, shouted, "Stop!" calling in the hounds, while the borzoi whips, with a cry of "A-tu!"galloped across the field setting the borzois on the hare. The tranquil Ilagin, Nicholas, Natasha, and "Uncle" flew, reckless of where and how they went, seeing only the borzois and the hare and fearing only to lose sight even for an instant of the chase. The hare they had started was a strong and swift one. When he jumped up he did not run at once, but pricked his ears listening to the shouting and trampling that resounded from all sides at once. He took a dozen bounds, not very quickly, letting the borzois gain on him, and, finally having chosen his direction and realized his danger, laid back his ears and rushed off headlong. He had been lying in the stubble, but in front of him was the autumn sowing where the ground was soft. The two borzois of the huntsman who had sighted him, having been the nearest, were the first to see and pursue him, but they had not gone far before Ilagin's red-spotted Erza passed them, got within a length, flew at the hare with terrible swiftness aiming at his scut, and, thinking she had seized him, rolled over like a ball. The hare arched his back and bounded off yet more swiftly. From behind Erza rushed the broad-haunched, black-spotted Milka and began rapidly gaining on the hare....
? Leo Tolstoy,? Leo Tolstoy,this fuckin' thing, you got me on destruction of property too!",¡¡¡¡"A day, and a good long one.",¡¡¡¡The wine-shops of the Rue de Charonne were, although the union of the two epithets seems singular when applied to wine-shops, grave and stormy.. ,¡¡¡¡The countess, who heard at once from the maids what had happened at the lodge, was calmed by the thought that now their affairs would certainly improve, but on the other hand felt anxious as to the effect this excitement might have on her son. She went several times to his door on tiptoe and listened, as he lighted one pipe after another..
? Leo Tolstoy,¡¡¡¡A man without convictions, without habits, without traditions, without a name, and not even a Frenchman, emerges- by what seem the strangest chances- from among all the seething French parties, and without joining any one of them is borne forward to a prominent position.,¡¡¡¡Courfeyrac bent down to Enjolras' ear:--,,¡¡¡¡"But why not?" asked the princess.,, ,¡¡¡¡"It comes from the Provisional Government."!
,¡¡¡¡"The second hundred," replied the Cossack.,¡¡¡¡Natasha!" moaned Sonya, aghast., ; ,¡¡¡¡Jondrette did not need to be told twice.,,¡¡¡¡The fifth of November was the first day of what is called the battle of Krasnoe. Toward evening- after much disputing and many mistakes made by generals who did not go to their proper places, and after adjutants had been sent about with counterorders- when it had become plain that the enemy was everywhere in flight and that there could and would be no battle, Kutuzov left Krasnoe and went to Dobroe whither his headquarters had that day been transferred.,¡¡¡¡They had thrown the tables out of the wine-shop, with the exception of the two tables reserved for lint and cartridges, and of the one on which lay Father Mabeuf; they had added them to the barricade, and had replaced them in the tap-room with mattresses from the bed of the widow Hucheloup and her servants., ...
¡¡¡¡He obeyed; she laid her head on Marius' knees, and, without looking at him, she said:--...¡¡¡¡To hold their peace together; a still greater delight than conversation;!,The Patronus turned. It was cantering back toward Harry across the still surface of the water. It wasn't a horse. It wasn't a unicorn, either. It was a stag. It was shining brightly as the moon above ¡ it was coming back to him¡. ,,,By "Eshu Space"....¡¡¡¡To-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.,¡¡¡¡When the princess came out of the countess' room Nicholas met her again, and with marked solemnity and stiffness accompanied her to the anteroom. To her remarks about his mother's health he made no reply. "What's that to you? Leave me in peace," his looks seemed to say....
¡¡¡¡However, he was thought to be dead, and this still further increased the obscurity which had gathered about him.,Now, in this work of education, in this grave matter of preparing a woman for life, what science is required to combat that vast ignorance which is called innocence!...¡¡¡¡"No, it's the chorus from The Water-Carrier, listen! " and Natasha sang the air of the chorus so that Sonya should catch it. "Where were you going?" she asked.,,¡¡¡¡He struck Marius with his first conjecture. He did not know the name, but he found the man instantly. He distinctly perceived, in the background of the implacable conjuration of his memories, the unknown prowler of the Luxembourg, that wretched seeker of love adventures, that idler of romance, that idiot, that coward, for it is cowardly to come and make eyes at young girls who have beside them a father who loves them.,¡¡¡¡Thus speaks that approximation to wisdom with which the bourgeoisie, that approximation to the people, so willingly contents itself.,¡¡¡¡You will die by an act of violence, as Venice died, or by bankruptcy, as England will fall.,¡¡¡¡There is no one in Russian literature now, from schoolboy essayist to learned historian, who does not throw his little stone at Alexander for things he did wrong at this period of his reign.,!
¡¡¡¡That convict was a man of terrible strength.......¡¡¡¡"One used to have to be a German- now one must dance with Tatawinova and Madame Kwudener, and wead Ecka'tshausen and the bwethwen. Oh, they should let that fine fellow Bonaparte lose- he'd knock all this nonsense out of them! Fancy giving the command of the Semenov wegiment to a fellow like that Schwa'tz!" he cried.,¡¡¡¡Kempt, on the left wing, demanded reinforcements.,¡¡¡¡"It's ready, Miss," said the maid, holding up the shortened gauze dress with two fingers, and blowing and shaking something off it, as if by this to express a consciousness of the airiness and purity of what she held.;!¡¡¡¡He had been subjected to fearful proofs; no violence of bad fortune had been spared him; the ferocity of fate, armed with all vindictiveness and all social scorn, had taken him for her prey and had raged against him. He had accepted every extremity when it had been necessary; he had sacrificed his inviolability as a reformed man, had yielded up his liberty, risked his head, lost everything, suffered everything, and he had remained disinterested and stoical to such a point that he might have been thought to be absent from himself like a martyr. His conscience inured to every assault of destiny, might have appeared to be forever impregnable..
Nobody asked you.,¡¡¡¡COSETTE'S APPREHENSIONS...¡¡¡¡After all that Napoleon had said to him- those bursts of anger and the last dryly spoken words: "I will detain you no longer, General; you shall receive my letter," Balashev felt convinced that Napoleon would not wish to see him, and would even avoid another meeting with him- an insulted envoy- especially as he had witnessed his unseemly anger. But, to his surprise, Balashev received, through Duroc, an invitation to dine with the Emperor that day....also little heaps, in the nature of mole-hills (such as are in wild heaths), to be ,¡¡¡¡"Bring it here- that's fine!".¡¡¡¡Marseillaise. ,¡¡¡¡After long hesitations, doubts, and prayers, Princess Mary gave the letter to her father. The next day the old prince said to her quietly:...
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¡¡¡¡The kings placed themselves in this void.,¡¡¡¡There are a few less deaths from hunger with you, and a few more from fever; your social hygiene is not much better than ours; shadows, which are Protestant in England, are Catholic in Italy; but, under different names, the vescovo is identical with the bishop, and it always means night, and of pretty nearly the same quality.,¡¡¡¡Some days after Anatole's departure Pierre received a note from Prince Andrew, informing him of his arrival and asking him to come to see him.,¡¡¡¡It has eleven claws of iron with which to seize the granite on the bottom of the sea, and more wings and more antennae than winged insects, to catch the wind in the clouds.,¡¡¡¡The Faubourg Saint-Antoine, more than any other group of the population, as we stated in the beginning, accentuated this situation and made it felt....¡¡¡¡I do not even know your name....¡¡¡¡While she was forgetful of him, he had found her again!.¡¡¡¡Man in connection with the general life of humanity appears subject to laws which determine that life. But the same man apart from that connection appears to free. How should the past life of nations and of humanity be regarded- as the result of the free, or as the result of the constrained, activity of man? That is a question for history.,¡¡¡¡Ah!...
¡¡¡¡Certainly, if Jean Valjean had had a kingdom, he would have given it for a rope at that moment.! ,With every ounce of strength he could muster, Harry raised his head a few inches and saw an animal amid the light, galloping away across the lake¡ Eyes blurred with sweat, Harry tried to make out what it was¡ It was as bright as a unicorn¡ Fighting to stay conscious, Harry watched it can'ter to a halt as it reached the opposite shore. For a moment, Harry saw, by its brightness, somebody welcoming it back¡ raising his hand to pat it¡ someone who looked strangely familiar¡ but it couldn't be¡ .¡¡¡¡Christmas of the year 1823 was particularly brilliant at Montfermeil. The beginning of the winter had been mild; there had been neither snow nor frost up to that time.,¡¡¡¡As for Toussaint, she venerated Jean Valjean, and thought everything he did right.!!.¡¡¡¡"Don't answer like that, my good girl!" she said. "What I say is true! Write an answer!" Natasha did not reply and went to her own room to read Princess Mary's letter....¡¡¡¡A handsome, slim, and pale-faced gypsy girl with glittering black eyes and curly blue-black hair, wearing a red shawl, ran out with a sable mantle on her arm..
...¡¡¡¡The insurgents' sentinel, who was guarding the other end, did not see him.;¡¡¡¡"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.,184 INT -- WOOD SHOP -- DAY (1965) 184!¡¡¡¡"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.!;
,¡¡¡¡A few moments later, about three o'clock, Courfeyrac chanced to be passing along the Rue Mouffetard in company with Bossuet. The snow had redoubled in violence, and filled the air.,is comely, though not of delicate features: and that hath rather dignity of presence, !¡¡¡¡One day she went quickly upstairs and found herself out of breath. Unconsciously she immediately invented a reason for going down, and then, testing her strength, ran upstairs again, observing the result.!Quartz, sure. And look. Mica. Shale. Silted granite. There's some graded limestone, from when they cut this place out of the hill.,¡¡¡¡Who was Cosette?.; ...
¡¡¡¡But the smooth sea again suddenly becomes disturbed. The diplomatists think that their disagreements are the cause of this fresh pressure of natural forces; they anticipate war between their sovereigns; the position seems to them insoluble. But the wave they feel to be rising does not come from the quarter they expect. It rises again from the same point as before- Paris. The last backwash of the movement from the west occurs: a backwash which serves to solve the apparently insuperable diplomatic difficulties and ends the military movement of that period of history.,,¡¡¡¡He was horrified by it; he shut his eyes, and exclaimed in the deepest recesses of his soul, "Never!",¡¡¡¡Gavroche accosted them calmly:--...¡¡¡¡Be so again now. You gave me something to eat, now tell me what ails you. You are grieved, that is plain.,¡¡¡¡It is the language of wretchedness....ANGLE SHIFTS to reveal Captain Hadley. Staring. Waiting.,¡¡¡¡Natasha lit the candles, one on each side of one of the looking glasses, and sat down....¡¡¡¡Jean Valjean had a canopied bed of antique damask in three colors and a beautiful Persian rug purchased in the Rue du Figuier-Saint-Paul at Mother Gaucher's, put into Cosette's chamber, and, in order to redeem the severity of these magnificent old things, he had amalgamated with this bric-a-brac all the gay and graceful little pieces of furniture suitable to young girls, an etagere, a bookcase filled with gilt-edged books, an inkstand, a blotting-book, paper, a work-table incrusted with mother of pearl, a silver-gilt dressing-case, a toilet service in Japanese porcelain. Long damask curtains with a red foundation and three colors, like those on the bed, hung at the windows of the first floor. On the ground floor, the curtains were of tapestry.!
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¡¡¡¡"In the heel.,¡¡¡¡WHAT IS MET WITH ON THE WAY FROM NIVELLES ,,¡¡¡¡He never opened his mouth to Cosette about this stranger.!Let the rate be, even with the merchant himself, somewhat more easy, than that he !,(softly),¡°Yes, indeed, dear!¡± she trilled, straightening her new tinsel hair band as she swung forward to admit him. ,, !
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¡¡¡¡The countess was lying in an armchair in a strange and awkward position, stretching out and beating her head against the wall. Sonya and the maids were holding her arms.!BOOK EIGHTH.--THE WICKED POOR MAN,Ask the warden for funds.,,¡¡¡¡Pierre's coachman shouted angrily at the convoy of wounded to keep to one side of the road. The cavalry regiment, as it descended the hill with its singers, surrounded Pierre's carriage and blocked the road. Pierre stopped, being pressed against the side of the cutting in which the road ran. The sunshine from behind the hill did not penetrate into the cutting and there it was cold and damp, but above Pierre's head was the bright August sunshine and the bells sounded merrily. One of the carts with wounded stopped by the side of the road close to Pierre. The driver in his bast shoes ran panting up to it, placed a stone under one of its tireless hind wheels, and began arranging the breech-band on his little horse.,¡¡¡¡"I hear," Dron answered without lifting his eyes.,¡¡¡¡He reflected for a moment.!
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¡¡¡¡ A peculiarity of this species of war is, that the attack of the barricades is almost always made from the front, and that the assailants generally abstain from turning the position, either because they fear ambushes, or because they are afraid of getting entangled in the tortuous streets.,? Leo Tolstoy,.RORY TREMONT, a guard barely out of his teens, tries not to look nervous as they lash a rope around his chest. He's getting instructions from six different people at once.,,¡¡¡¡"Because, though this wheel has travelled five leagues, it certainly will not travel another quarter of a league.",¡¡¡¡ (signed) Alexander,¡¡¡¡The Government, on its side, was taking observations.;
.BOOK SIX: 1808 - 10,¡¡¡¡"What right has he not to wish to receive me into his family? Oh, better not think of it- not till he comes back!" she told herself, and began looking at the faces, some strange and some familiar, in the stalls. In the front, in the very center, leaning back against the orchestra rail, stood Dolokhov in a Persian dress, his curly hair brushed up into a huge shock. He stood in full view of the audience, well aware that he was attracting everyone's attention, yet as much at ease as though he were in his own room. Around him thronged Moscow's most brilliant young men, whom he evidently dominated.,¡¡¡¡Where was she?,.¡¡¡¡"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..
,SECOND EPILOGUE.¡¡¡¡He sat down, put his elbows on a table near the window, looked at Enjolras with indescribable gentleness, and said to him:--,LastIndexNext,¡¡¡¡There was in Paris at that epoch, in a low-lived old lodging in the Rue Beautreillis, near the Arsenal, an ingenious Jew whose profession was to change villains into honest men.,,¡¡¡¡"Why not?" asked Natasha in a frightened tone.;