"That man is in a devilish hurry!" said the postman.. It seemed as though words failed that creature formerly so heedless and so bold.....; The line of battle waves and undulates like a thread, the trails of blood gush illogically, the fronts of the armies waver, the regiments form capes and gulfs as they enter and withdraw; all these reefs are continually moving in front of each other., From that instant forth he encountered nothing more., "Well, and what are you going to do? Will you stay here if the enemy occupies the place?" asked Prince Andrew.,RED!
Balashev told him why he considered Napoleon to be the originator of the war.,... Then, noticing that Denisov was asleep, he rose and went out of doors..LastIndexNext. On the one side reflection shows that the expression of a man's will- his words- are only part of the general activity expressed in an event, as for instance in a war or a revolution, and so without assuming an incomprehensible, supernatural force- a miracle- one cannot admit that words can be the immediate cause of the movements of millions of men. On the other hand, even if we admitted that words could be the cause of events, history shows that the expression of the will of historical personages does not in most cases produce any effect, that is to say, their commands are often not executed, and sometimes the very opposite of what they order occurs., Boris kissed Natasha's hand and said that he was astonished at the change in her.,a man\'s fortune is in his own hands. Faber quisque fortunae suae; saith the poet .
"Ushers," said the President, "enforce silence!; "I did not come here at all to quarrel with you. On the contrary..."! One afternoon noticing Natasha shivering with fever, Princess Mary took her to her own room and made her lie down on the bed. Natasha lay down, but when Princess Mary had drawn the blinds and was going away she called her back., "Napoleon is dead," said a passer-by to a veteran of Marengo and Waterloo....,...CHAPTER VII ...
One o'clock had just struck, the trap was to be sprung at six.,, There was nothing in Pierre's soul now at all like what had troubled it during his courtship of Helene., (2) However much we approximate the time of judgment to the time of the deed, we never get a conception of freedom in time. For if I examine an action committed a second ago I must still recognize it as not being free, for it is irrevocably linked to the moment at which it was committed. Can I lift my arm? I lift it, but ask myself: could I have abstained from lifting my arm at the moment that has already passed? To convince myself of this I do not lift it the next moment. But I am not now abstaining from doing so at the first moment when I asked the question. Time has gone by which I could not detain, the arm I then lifted is no longer the same as the arm I now refrain from lifting, nor is the air in which I lifted it the same that now surrounds me. The moment in which the first movement was made is irrevocable, and at that moment I could make only one movement, and whatever movement I made would be the only one. That I did not lift my arm a moment later does not prove that I could have abstained from lifting it then. And since I could make only one movement at that single moment of time, it could not have been any other. To imagine it as free, it is necessary to imagine it in the present, on the boundary between the past and the future- that is, outside time, which is impossible.,, It seems that that is not to be done. In short, there are many things which I cannot tell., ;
, Those who were on his track had evidently lost the scent, and Jean Valjean believed himself to be out of danger.. , Noticing the black outline of a man crossing the road, Dolokhov stopped him and inquired where the commander and officers were. The man, a soldier with a sack over his shoulder, stopped, came close up to Dolokhov's horse, touched it with his hand, and explained simply and in a friendly way that the commander and the officers were higher up the hill to the right in the courtyard of the farm, as he called the landowner's house.,LastIndexNext, Nothing oppresses the heart like symmetry.,? Leo Tolstoy, This impotent king had a taste for a fast gallop; as he was not able to walk, he wished to run:;