Prince Vasili knew this, and having once realized that if he asked on behalf of all who begged of him, he would soon be unable to ask for himself, he became chary of using his influence.
I asked him if he ever wished to write his thoughts.
I asked him once if he was not sometimes tired at night, after working all day; and he answered, with a sincere and serious look, "Gorrappit, I never was tired in my life."
Sarah asked the question with genuine interest.
Again I asked my teacher, "Is this not love?"
"What will happen otherwise?" asked the Wizard.
Still, it was something she should have asked when he first offered her the job.
Normally he would have asked if she was ready to go to bed, or even if she needed help.
At first, when my teacher told me about a new thing I asked very few questions.
I have asked Golitsyn and he has refused.
"Did you what?" he asked, running fingers through his hair to straighten it.
"Are you hungry?" asked the woman's voice.
"What is that word?" asked the king.
It is a safe bet that no one has ever asked that question before, and yet this system is designed to answer it.
"How long do you live, after you are picked?" asked Dorothy.
"Where did you grow?" asked the Wizard.
"What are you going to do with us?" asked Zeb.
"What for?" asked the girl.
"Is this a fairy country?" asked the boy.
"May I eat one of them?" asked the kitten, in a pleading voice.
"How did they happen to be so little?" asked Dorothy.
"Where do you come from, then?" asked the woman, in a curious tone.
"Can he fight?" asked the man's voice.
Will you buy it, my dear? he asked, addressing Dorothy.
"What harm can the Gurgles do?" asked Dorothy.
"What made them fly away?" asked Dorothy.
"What shall we do now?" asked Dorothy, anxiously.
"Which would you rather have" asked the caliph, "three hundred pieces of gold, or three wise sayings from my lips?"
It is wisdom that King Solomon asked God for, not intelligence.
Consider Jedediah Buxton of Derbyshire, England, who in the 1700s was asked to compute the number one would get by doubling a farthing 139 times.
I was brought before a court of investigation composed of the teachers and officers of the Institution, and Miss Sullivan was asked to leave me.
I am frequently asked how I overcome the peculiar conditions under which I work in college.
Some have asked what I got to eat; if I did not feel lonesome; if I was not afraid; and the like.
"And what do you think of this latest comedy, the coronation at Milan?" asked Anna Pavlovna, "and of the comedy of the people of Genoa and Lucca laying their petitions before Monsieur Buonaparte, and Monsieur Buonaparte sitting on a throne and granting the petitions of the nations?
He asked for a samovar and for hay for his horses, and when he had had his tea he went to bed.
"What for?" asked Alpatych.
Alpatych, without answering or looking at his host, sorted his packages and asked how much he owed.
Will you stay here if the enemy occupies the place? asked Prince Andrew.
"Are you afraid of getting fired?" she asked with a grin.
She could have asked, but that might tip her hand.
The day before they were scheduled to leave, Alex came home from work and asked to see the tickets.
Alex asked with a grin.
"What?" she asked, glancing around to see what she'd absentmindedly done this time.
Don't you feel overwhelmed by it? she asked Alex.
He asked her to go back to Houston with him, enticing her with rides on the beach - and love all night.
Señor Medena asked Carmen and Alex to come to his office with him.
Alex asked sharply, his brows drawing down.
Señor Medena asked, his voice crisp.
Alex had asked one of the men go into town and rent a car for them.
Alex asked as they reached the bottom step.
Jonathan asked Alex excitedly as they joined Carmen and Felipa.
Carmen asked in surprise.
"You look for Alex?" she asked, continuing before Carmen could respond.
"Who?" he asked, his expression quizzical.
They were so synchronized and fluid that Carmen asked Alex if they danced often.
Jonathan asked, his eyes large.
Later that evening in their room Carmen asked him about the exchange.
Felipa asked in surprise.
"Did he touch you?" he asked sharply.
Katie asked her about the progress on the horse ranch.
The problem is, you neither asked nor listened.
"Where's the thermometer?" he asked, his focus still on Destiny.
When I told her about Destiny, she asked if she could come up and help.
Once she asked for daddy, but went back to sleep when Carmen told her he was asleep.
Later she remembered that Alex had asked her to call him if there was any change.
Carmen asked, and then made a face.
He asked, and then coughed.
"Alex?" she asked tentatively.
Felipa asked in a surprised tone.
Carmen asked, and then made a face.
He asked, and then coughed.
"Alex?" she asked tentatively.
Jonathan rarely asked for anything and the idea of having someone in the house playing music was appealing.
Destiny asked, holding out her skirt.
Even Katie noticed the change in him and asked Carmen about the cause.
He asked, lifting the creamer.
You asked me to drive you home, don't you remember?
"You can't find a sitter closer to your home?" she asked skeptically.
"Where do you work?" she asked, trying not to sound overly interested.
But when she asked Giddon to give Connie his phone number, he looked suspiciously from one of them to the other.
Lisa asked, as she gazed at the beautiful buckskin gelding.
"Looking for flowers again?" he asked dryly.
Lisa asked as she turned to look at Sarah.
"Better?" he asked, his voice gentle and warm.
I wondered why you asked me to look for it.
I asked a few questions and was quickly told to mind my own business.
"Isn't that a great deal?" she asked, doubtfully.
"Where's my milk?" asked the kitten, looking up into Dorothy's face.
Isn't it funny? asked the kitten.
"Does the air bear up your weight?" asked the girl.
"Why don't you walk down?" asked Eureka.
"Why have you dared to intrude your unwelcome persons into the secluded Land of the Mangaboos?" he asked, sternly.
"Will there be any more Rains?" asked the man with the star.
"What do you do?" asked the Sorcerer.
"What do you mean by that?" asked the little Wizard, greatly puzzled.
"Who built these lovely bridges?" asked the little girl.
"How does it taste?" asked the Wizard.
"Do all your people grow on bushes?" asked the boy.
"Do you eat?" asked the boy.
"Who is this?" asked the Wizard, curiously.
"Isn't she ripe now?" asked Dorothy.
"But why destroy my friends?" asked the little Wizard.
"But won't they be veg'table, like everything else here?" asked the kitten.
"Where shall we stay?" asked the girl.
"But IS there any other place?" asked the Wizard.
"How can we go away?" asked Dorothy.
"What does all this mean, anyhow?" asked the horse, jumping to escape a thorn.
"How big is this hole?" asked Dorothy.
"But where are the people?" asked Dorothy.
"Where are they?" asked Dorothy, in astonishment.
"Are the bears invis'ble, too?" asked the girl.
"Why do you not eat the damas?" asked the woman's voice.
"How CAN we 'scape?" asked Dorothy, nervously, for an unseen danger is always the hardest to face.
"Are they real?" asked Zeb, in an awed voice.
"Where did you come from?" asked Dorothy, wonderingly.
"Have you a factory in this place?" asked the Wizard, who had been examining the strange personage carefully.
"But why fight at all, in that case?" asked the girl.
"As dead as poss'ble would be pretty dead, wouldn't it?" asked Dorothy.
On the roof? asked the girl.
"Wherever have you been, Eureka?" asked Dorothy, sternly.
"Could we fly with them?" asked Dorothy.
"Which wings must I flop first?" asked the cab-horse, undecidedly.
"What sort of place is this?" asked the boy, trying to see more clearly through the gloom.
"Tell us, dear, what do the creatures look like?" she asked, addressing her pet.
"What's that?" asked Dorothy, gazing fearfully at the great scaley head, the yawning mouth and the big eyes.
"Where is your mother?" asked the Wizard, anxiously looking around.
"How old is your mother?" asked the girl.
Then, after a moment's thought, she asked: Are we friends or enemies?
"What's wrong?" asked a piglet.
"For the second time?" asked the Wizard, with great interest.
"And were you?" asked Zeb, astonished at what he heard.
"Couldn't you manage to hold me in your arms?" asked the cab-horse.
"Who are they?" asked the boy.
"Was Ozma once a boy?" asked Zeb, wonderingly.
"Will it hurt?" asked the boy, in a voice that trembled a little.
"Why not, Mr. Wizard?" asked Jellia, bowing low.
"What's to become of me?" asked the horse, uneasily.
"Do you mean that I'm a freak?" asked Jim, angrily.
"What does that mean?" asked the Princess.
"What good is it?" asked the Sawhorse.
"Is not the Real Horse a beautiful animal?" asked the Sawhorse admiringly.
"Was not the door closed?" asked the Princess.
"Where is she?" asked Dorothy.
"Why do you want me?" asked Eureka, disturbed by this threat.
"Who accuses me?" asked the kitten, defiantly.
"What shall we do now?" asked the Scarecrow, with a sigh, for such a crime had cast a gloom over all the company.
"Do you mean my kitten must be put in a grave?" asked Dorothy.
"What's that?" asked the Scarecrow.
"Where is she?" asked Zeb, rather bewildered by the suddenness of it.
"What is the matter here?" asked the first lawyer, whose name was Speed.
"Where is Lincoln?" asked one.
One of his brothers asked to see the whistle.
Then he called his wisest men together and asked them, "Is it really true that the first people in the world were Egyptians?"
"Shall we take a walk this morning?" asked his mother.
"Do you think there will be a battle?" asked the blacksmith.
"Have you a room here for me?" he asked the landlord.
And they asked what they should do about it.
"Who is going to ride that nag?" asked Daniel.
"What will the punishment be, Mr. Johnson?" asked a bold, bad boy.
"Will you give it to me, mother?" asked little Alfred.
"I asked the monk, Brother Felix, to teach me," said Alfred.
"How is this, my dear boy?" asked the king.
"Then why didn't you do it?" asked his mother.
"Didn't you ever see your father behave so?" asked the king.
When the caliph heard of this he sent for Al Farra and asked him, "Who is the most honored of men?"
"Well, boy, what have you got?" asked one of the robbers, as he pulled Otanes from his horse.
"And is that what you call justice?" asked the shah.
"What is the matter?" asked the king.
"What is it?" asked the captain.
As the slaves stood before him he asked each one to tell what kind of work he could do.
"And what can you do, Aesop?" asked Xanthus.
Many great men were glad to call him their friend, and even kings asked his advice and were amused by his fables.
What is going to happen? each one asked of another.
When night came on he stopped at a pleasant roadside inn and asked for lodging.
"I only asked which way you intend to travel," said the man.
"What is the name of this island?" asked Selkirk.
"What is the matter?" asked Frederick.
"Who is that one?" asked the king.
He asked the price and paid for it.
"Shall I wrap it up for you?" asked the market man.
"Then how am I to get it home?" asked the young gentleman.
"Who is that polite old gentleman who carried my turkey for me?" he asked of the market man.
All were asked the same question.
"Who is next?" asked the woodman.
"Who is that man?" asked Gautama, "and why is his face so pinched and his hair so white?
"Why is that man lying there at this time of day?" asked the prince.
"What does that mean?" asked the prince.
"Who are those men, and why do their faces look so joyless?" asked the prince.
"Did he say anything, father?" asked Charlot.
"Is she like our mother?" asked Chariot.
"Then to whom shall we take it?" asked the messengers.
"Who are they?" asked the messengers.
In any event, King Croesus had it in his mind to wage war against the Persians, so he asked the oracle: "Should I attack the Persians?"
As I was writing these words, my ten-year-old son came in and asked, "What are you doing?"
I replied, "Writing about polio," and he asked, "What is polio?"
I asked my guide why they didn't use a lawnmower.
This is how people lived their lives in the past and if asked about it, they would have defended it.
When Augustine finally asked, "What are you doing?," Ambrose replied that he was reading.
I asked, and the next minute I recognized the odour of the mimosa blossoms.
I remember the morning that I first asked the meaning of the word, "love."
I smelt the violets in her hand and asked, half in words, half in signs, a question which meant, "Is love the sweetness of flowers?"
I asked, pointing in the direction from which the heat came.
Some one asked me if I had read it in a book.
When asked why I would not go to Wellesley, I replied that there were only girls there.
I remember she asked me if I liked little Pearl, and explained some of the words that had puzzled me.
He asked me to indicate as far as I could the gestures and action that should go with the lines.
I have often been asked, "Do not people bore you?"
Then I asked many questions about the poem, and read his answers by placing my fingers on his lips.
When she felt the maps and blackboards she asked, "Do men go to school?"
Helen asked that the contributions, which people were sending from all over America and England, be devoted to Tommy's education.
Before I left Boston, I was asked to write a sketch of my life for the Youth's Companion.
Some of them asked odd questions.
A gentleman asked me what BEAUTY meant to my mind.
After we had had our breakfast, Teacher asked one of the train-men in the station if the New York train was made up.
He said no, it would not be called for about fifteen minutes; so we sat down to wait; but in a moment the man came back and asked Teacher if we would like to go to the train at once.
After the service he asked Mr. Warren, the organist to play for me.
My friends think it very strange that they should hesitate so long, especially when I have not asked them to simplify my work in the least, but only to modify it so as to meet the existing circumstances.
After that he asked me if the strings were all right and changed them at once when I answered in the negative.
Some one asked her if she liked to study.
When a psychologist asked her if Miss Keller spelled on her fingers in her sleep, Miss Sullivan replied that she did not think it worth while to sit up and watch, such matters were of so little consequence.
When she felt a bas-relief of dancing girls she asked, "Where are the singers?"
Once when some one asked her to define "love," she replied, "Why, bless you, that is easy; it is what everybody feels for everybody else."
Then she asked clear, penetrating questions about the terms of the surrender, and began to discuss them.
Then she dropped on the ground and asked for its name and pointed to the pump and the trellis, and suddenly turning round she asked for my name.
I asked myself, "How does a normal child learn language?"
After she had played with them a little while, the thought occurred to her that the puppies must have special names, like people, and she asked for the name of each pup.
I asked her what she had written to Frank.
When I asked her about it in the morning, she said, "Book--cry," and completed her meaning by shaking and other signs of fear.
After seeing the chicken come out of the egg, she asked: Did baby pig grow in egg?
I asked what was the matter, and she said, "Much (many) teeth do make Nancy sick."
I asked what was the matter, and she spelled: "Viney--bad," and began to slap and kick her with renewed violence.
In conclusion she asked her mother if she should like to see "very high mountain and beautiful cloudcaps."
These questions were sometimes asked under circumstances which rendered them embarrassing, and I made up my mind that something must be done.
The name Hot Springs interested her, and she asked many questions about it.
She was much pleased with the letter, and after she had asked all the questions she could think of, she took it to her mother, who was sewing in the hall, and read it to her.
Mrs. Keller took the baby in her arms, and when we had succeeded in pacifying her, I asked Helen, "What did you do to baby?"
I told her that her hair was brown, and she asked, "Is brown very pretty?"
"What colour is think?" was one of the restful questions she asked, as we swung to and fro in the hammock.
She asked the other day, "Who made all things and Boston?"
The other day she asked, "What do my eyes do?"
Instantly she caught the idea, and asked me to find DOG and many other words.
On being told that she was white and that one of the servants was black, she concluded that all who occupied a similar menial position were of the same hue; and whenever I asked her the colour of a servant she would say "black."
When asked the colour of some one whose occupation she did not know she seemed bewildered, and finally said "blue."
It was the first Christmas tree she had ever seen, and she was puzzled, and asked many questions.
The other day Helen came across the word grandfather in a little story and asked her mother, "Where is grandfather?" meaning her grandfather.
Helen asked, and added, "I will eat grandfather for dinner."
This morning she asked me the meaning of "carpenter," and the question furnished the text for the day's lesson.
After talking about the various things that carpenters make, she asked me, "Did carpenter make me?" and before I could answer, she spelled quickly, "No, no, photographer made me in Sheffield."
Helen felt the heat and asked, "Did the sun fall?"
When I told her that Mildred's eyes were blue, she asked, "Are they like wee skies?"
When we reached the shop, I asked her how much she would pay for Nancy's hat.
"What would you like, then?" asked the Doctor.
He asked me how I had taught Helen adjectives and the names of abstract ideas like goodness and happiness.
These same questions had been asked me a hundred times by the learned doctors.
I asked her if the little girl who had written about the new dress was particularly pleased with her dress.
Helen felt the change in her mother's movements instantly, and asked, "What are we afraid of?"
At last it became necessary to kill him, and, when Helen next asked to go and see him, I told her that he was DEAD.
When her attention was drawn to a marble slab inscribed with the name FLORENCE in relief, she dropped upon the ground as though looking for something, then turned to me with a face full of trouble, and asked, "Were is poor little Florence?"
Turning to my friend, she asked, "Did you cry loud for poor little Florence?"
When I asked her what she was doing, she replied, "I am a very funny camel."
After she had read "The Battlefield," by the same author, I asked her which verse she thought was the most beautiful.
She was quiet for a moment, and then asked, with spirit: How do you know that I cannot understand?
One day as we left the library I noticed that she appeared more serious than usual, and I asked the cause.
I asked what she thought that meant.
"Were did I come from?" and "Where shall I go when I die?" were questions Helen asked when she was eight years old.
When asked why, she answered: Because she has so many children to take care of.
As we were passing a large globe a short time after she had written the questions, she stopped before it and asked, "Who made the REAL world?"
She then asked, "Who made God?"
At another time she asked, "What is a soul?"
I then asked her, "Can you think of your soul as separate from your body?"
When asked if she would not like to live ALWAYS in a beautiful country called heaven, her first question was, "Where is heaven?"
She asked: Where is heaven, and what is it like?
At another time she asked, "Do you not think we would be very much happier always, if we did not have to die?"
When told recently that Hungarians were born musicians, she asked in surprise, "Do they sing when they are born?"
Is it blind? she asked; for in her mind the idea of being led was associated with blindness.
One day she asked, "Does God take care of us all the time?"
When the fairies heard this, they were greatly relieved and came forth from their hiding-places, confessed their fault, and asked their master's forgiveness.
I asked Helen what stories she had read about Jack Frost.
I asked Miss Sullivan to go at once to see Mrs. Hopkins and ascertain the facts in the matter.
When she was twelve years old, she was asked what book she would take on a long railroad journey.
Mrs. C. came to the door and asked me to view it from the inside.
I read one or two shallow books of travel in the intervals of my work, till that employment made me ashamed of myself, and I asked where it was then that I lived.
I asked him once, when I had not seen him for many months, if he had got a new idea this summer.
Many a traveller came out of his way to see me and the inside of my house, and, as an excuse for calling, asked for a glass of water.
We read that the traveller asked the boy if the swamp before him had a hard bottom.
At that moment Anna Pavlovna came up and, looking severely at Pierre, asked the Italian how he stood Russian climate.
"Are you ready?" he asked his wife, looking past her.
Are you going to be a guardsman or a diplomatist? asked Prince Andrew after a momentary silence.
"Well, why are you going to the war?" asked Pierre.
He asked me for tonight, but I won't go.
"What is that?" asked the countess as if she did not know what the visitor alluded to, though she had already heard about the cause of Count Bezukhov's distress some fifteen times.
"Why do you say this young man is so rich?" asked the countess, turning away from the girls, who at once assumed an air of inattention.
Do you want the carriage? he asked his mother with a smile.
"What is the something?" asked he.
"How often have I asked you not to take my things?" she said.
"Well, and to whom did you apply about Bory?" asked the countess.
"Has Prince Vasili aged much?" asked the countess.
"What do the doctors say?" asked the princess after a pause, her worn face again expressing deep sorrow.
Here he is, and the count has not once asked for him.
Can I see him? asked Pierre, awkwardly as usual, but unabashed.
"Do you remember me?" asked Boris quietly with a pleasant smile.
"And so you think Napoleon will manage to get an army across?" asked Boris with a smile.
"I don't understand, Mamma--what is his attitude to Pierre?" asked the son.
"When would you like them, your excellency?" asked Dmitri.
"Well, my dear?" asked the countess.
"You have only lately arrived?" the countess asked him.
The latter understood that she was being asked to entertain this young man, and sitting down beside him she began to speak about his father; but he answered her, as he had the countess, only in monosyllables.
I have asked, whispered Natasha to her little brother and to Pierre, glancing at him again.
The Military Governor himself? was being asked at the other side of the room.
"Do you think he can last till morning?" asked the German, addressing Lorrain in French which he pronounced badly.
"And our share?" asked the princess smiling ironically, as if anything might happen, only not that.
"Is this the way to the princesses' apartments?" asked Anna Mikhaylovna of one of them.
"But really, hadn't I better go away?" he asked, looking kindly at her over his spectacles.
Anna Mikhaylovna, addressing a maid who was hurrying past with a decanter on a tray as "my dear" and "my sweet," asked about the princess' health and then led Pierre along a stone passage.
He has asked to see you.
"From Heloise?" asked the prince with a cold smile that showed his still sound, yellowish teeth.
If I were asked what I desire most on earth, it would be to be poorer than the poorest beggar.
"Ah, dear friend," replied Princess Mary, "I have asked you never to warn me of the humor my father is in.
The prince asked her about her father, and she began to smile and talk.
He asked about mutual acquaintances, and she became still more animated and chattered away giving him greetings from various people and retelling the town gossip.
"And where is Lise?" he asked, answering her question only by a smile.
Prince Andrew asked suddenly.
Prince Andrew came up, stroked her hair, and asked if she felt rested after their journey.
What? asked both princesses when they saw for a moment at the door Prince Andrew and the figure of the old man in a white dressing gown, spectacled and wigless, shouting in an angry voice.
"What?" asked the commander.
"Where is Dolokhov?" asked Kutuzov.
Kutuzov asked with a slight frown.
"And what about his character?" asked the regimental commander.
On returning from the review, Kutuzov took the Austrian general into his private room and, calling his adjutant, asked for some papers relating to the condition of the troops on their arrival, and the letters that had come from the Archduke Ferdinand, who was in command of the advanced army.
"Well, Prince?" asked Kozlovski.
"Why are you so glum?" asked Nesvitski noticing Prince Andrew's pale face and glittering eyes.
"What about your master?" he asked Lavrushka, Denisov's orderly, whom all the regiment knew for a rogue.
"Have you told them to bring the horse?" asked Telyanin, getting up and looking carelessly about him.
"How much is left in the puhse?" he asked, turning to Rostov.
Where is it? he asked, turning to Lavrushka.
"And what has become of that scoundrel?" he asked Denisov.
"Hadn't I better ride over, your excellency?" asked Nesvitski.
"Where are you going?" asked an infantry officer who was eating an apple, also half smiling as he looked at the handsome girl.
"An order to who?" asked the colonel morosely.
These were the questions each man of the troops on the high ground above the bridge involuntarily asked himself with a sinking heart--watching the bridge and the hussars in the bright evening light and the blue tunics advancing from the other side with their bayonets and guns.
"Was that grapeshot?" he asked Denisov.
The adjutant on duty, meeting Prince Andrew, asked him to wait, and went in to the Minister of War.
From politeness and to start conversation, they asked him a few questions about the army and the battle, and then the talk went off into merry jests and gossip.
"Tell me, when did the battle begin?" he asked hurriedly.
"At what o'clock did the battle begin?" asked the Emperor.
What? asked Prince Andrew.
"Where is the commander-in-chief?" asked Bolkonski.
Prince Andrew, without replying, asked the prince's permission to ride round the position to see the disposition of the forces, so as to know his bearings should he be sent to execute an order.
"Qu' est-ce qu'il chante?" * asked a Frenchman.
Prince Andrew asked himself as he looked.
Behind Prince Bagration rode an officer of the suite, the prince's personal adjutant, Zherkov, an orderly officer, the staff officer on duty, riding a fine bobtailed horse, and a civilian--an accountant who had asked permission to be present at the battle out of curiosity.
"What's that that has fallen?" asked the accountant with a naive smile.
"So that's what they hit with?" asked the accountant.
"Whose company?" asked Prince Bagration of an artilleryman standing by the ammunition wagon.
He asked, "Whose company?" but he really meant, "Are you frightened here?" and the artilleryman understood him.
Rostov asked and answered at the same instant.
"Where, on which side, was now the line that had so sharply divided the two armies?" he asked himself and could not answer.
"What do you want, your honor?" asked an artilleryman, standing close by, who heard him muttering.
At the foot of the hill, a pale hussar cadet, supporting one hand with the other, came up to Tushin and asked for a seat.
He asked in a hesitating, piteous voice.
"Not hurt, Petrov?" asked one.
"You don't mind your honor?" he asked Tushin.
With the soldier, an infantry officer with a bandaged cheek came up to the bonfire, and addressing Tushin asked him to have the guns moved a trifle to let a wagon go past.
Then a thin, pale soldier, his neck bandaged with a bloodstained leg band, came up and in angry tones asked the artillerymen for water.
Tushin asked Rostov in a whisper.
"How was it a gun was abandoned?" asked Bagration, frowning, not so much at the captain as at those who were laughing, among whom Zherkov laughed loudest.
Princess Helene asked to see the portrait of the aunt's husband on the box lid.
"Well, and so he never got farther than: 'Sergey Kuzmich'?" asked one of the ladies.
And again his handkerchief, and again: 'Sergey Kuzmich, From all sides,'... and tears, till at last somebody else was asked to read it.
The old general grumbled at his wife when she asked how his leg was.
"Well, Lelya?" he asked, turning instantly to his daughter and addressing her with the careless tone of habitual tenderness natural to parents who have petted their children from babyhood, but which Prince Vasili had only acquired by imitating other parents.
"Can a sleigh pass?" he asked his overseer, a venerable man, resembling his master in manners and looks, who was accompanying him back to the house.
When the little princess had grown accustomed to life at Bald Hills, she took a special fancy to Mademoiselle Bourienne, spent whole days with her, asked her to sleep in her room, and often talked with her about the old prince and criticized him.
"Why is it you were never at Annette's?" the little princess asked Anatole.
"And didn't Hippolyte tell you?" asked Prince Vasili, turning to his son and seizing the little princess' arm as if she would have run away and he had just managed to catch her, "didn't he tell you how he himself was pining for the dear princess, and how she showed him the door?
Now tell me, my dear boy, are you serving in the Horse Guards? asked the old man, scrutinizing Anatole closely and intently.
After tea, the company went into the sitting room and Princess Mary was asked to play on the clavichord.
She rang for her maid and asked her to sleep in her room.
"Gone to bed?" asked the prince.
"You haven't read the letter?" asked Sonya.
Natasha suddenly asked, after a moment's silence.
You don't remember Boris? asked Sonya in surprise.
"Why are you crying, Mamma?" asked Vera.
"Eh, is she pretty?" he asked with a wink.
"Why have you thrown that away?" asked Boris.
Come, how are you? asked Rostov.
"Shouldn't we now send for Berg?" asked Boris.
He asked him to tell them how and where he got his wound.
Prince Andrew, who liked to help young men, was flattered by being asked for his assistance and being well disposed toward Boris, who had managed to please him the day before, he wished to do what the young man wanted.
In spite of this, or rather because of it, next day, November 15, after dinner he again went to Olmutz and, entering the house occupied by Kutuzov, asked for Bolkonski.
"So the attack is definitely resolved on?" asked Bolkonski.
"Who was that?" asked Boris.
Kutuzov looked sternly at his adjutant and, after a pause, replied: I think the battle will be lost, and so I told Count Tolstoy and asked him to tell the Emperor.
He asked Weyrother several times to repeat words he had not clearly heard and the difficult names of villages.
"Well and then?" asked the other voice.
Rostov asked again, after waiting for a reply.
"Count Ilya Rostov's son?" asked Dolgorukov.
An Austrian officer in a white uniform with green plumes in his hat galloped up to Kutuzov and asked in the Emperor's name had the fourth column advanced into action.
He beckoned to one of his white adjutants and asked some question--"Most likely he is asking at what o'clock they started," thought Prince Andrew, watching his old acquaintance with a smile he could not repress as he recalled his reception at Brunn.
"You are wounded?" he asked, hardly able to master the trembling of his lower jaw.
"Where are you off to?" asked Boris.
No one whom Rostov asked could tell him where the Emperor or Kutuzov was.
"Which is the senior?" he asked, on seeing the prisoners.
"You are the commander of the Emperor Alexander's regiment of Horse Guards?" asked Napoleon.
"Which house is it?" asked the driver.
"All well?" asked Rostov, drawing away his arm.
"Is this your saber?" asked Petya.
"Why did Sonya run away?" asked Rostov.
Isn't it? asked Natasha, so seriously and excitedly that it was evident that what she was now saying she had talked of before, with tears.
"Why terrible?" asked Nicholas.
Her looks asked him to forgive her for having dared, by Natasha's intermediacy, to remind him of his promise, and then thanked him for his love.
"Shall we have three cold dishes then?" asked the cook.
"Then am I to order those large sterlets?" asked the steward.
"And am I to bring the gypsy girls along with him?" asked Nicholas, laughing.
"Wh-what is the matter?" asked both the young and old Rostov.
Rostov went on ahead to do what was asked, and to his great surprise learned that Dolokhov the brawler, Dolokhov the bully, lived in Moscow with an old mother and a hunchback sister, and was the most affectionate of sons and brothers.
"What has happened?" he asked himself.
One day I asked her if she felt any symptoms of pregnancy.
"Father, tell me how it happened," she asked through her tears.
"You did not get my letter?" he asked, and not waiting for a reply-- which he would not have received, for the princess was unable to speak-- he turned back, rapidly mounted the stairs again with the doctor who had entered the hall after him (they had met at the last post station), and again embraced his sister.
He asked you, and Vasili Dmitrich * is also going.
He called Natasha and asked her what was the matter.
Nicholas could not refuse Iogel and asked Sonya to dance.
Dolokhov now asked as if guessing Rostov's thought.
Or are you afraid of me? he asked again.
On the previous Sunday the old count had given his son two thousand rubles, and though he always disliked speaking of money difficulties had told Nicholas that this was all he could let him have till May, and asked him to be more economical this time.
"Oh, nothing," said he, as if weary of being continually asked the same question.
And a bed got ready, and tea? asked his valet.
The servant brought back his tumbler turned upside down, * with an unfinished bit of nibbled sugar, and asked if anything more would be wanted.
Whom hast thou denied? he suddenly asked with exulting austerity and authority in his voice.
"How about the horses?" he asked, without looking at Pierre.
"For what have you come hither?" asked the newcomer, turning in Pierre's direction at a slight rustle made by the latter.
"No, I considered it erroneous and did not follow it," said Pierre, so softly that the Rhetor did not hear him and asked him what he was saying.
"But I have nothing here," replied Pierre, supposing that he was asked to give up all he possessed.
Speaking of the position of Prussia, Anna Pavlovna very naturally asked Boris to tell them about his journey to Glogau and in what state he found the Prussian army.
She asked him several questions about his journey and seemed greatly interested in the state of the Prussian army.
He threw the mixture onto the floor and asked for some more water.
"Why so?" asked Prince Andrew.
"But what do you mean by living only for yourself?" asked Pierre, growing excited.
What about? asked Prince Andrew with surprise.
"But what are 'God's folk'?" asked Pierre.
The servants came out to meet them, and he asked where the old prince was and whether he was expected back soon.
"What are 'God's folk'?" asked Pierre.
Prince Andrew asked the old woman.
Some new relics? asked Prince Andrew.
My dear, what does it mean?... she asked, turning to Princess Mary.
"Who's that?" asked the old prince, noticing Pierre as he got out of the carriage.
When Rostov asked what was the matter, he only uttered some incoherent oaths and threats in a hoarse, feeble voice.
The assistant asked some further questions.
"How so?" asked Rostov.
Eh? he asked, turning to the assistant.
"Is he tall and with reddish hair?" asked the doctor.
But Rostov bowed himself away from the doctor and asked the assistant to show him the way.
"Who looks after the sick here?" he asked the assistant.
Late in the evening, when Rostov was about to leave, he asked Denisov whether he had no commission for him.
In it was the petition to the Emperor drawn up by the auditor, in which Denisov, without alluding to the offenses of the commissariat officials, simply asked for pardon.
Boris Drubetskoy had asked the important personage on whom he was in attendance, to include him in the suite appointed for the stay at Tilsit.
"You are speaking of Buonaparte?" asked the general, smiling.
At the time of the meeting at Tilsit he asked the names of those who had come with Napoleon and about the uniforms they wore, and listened attentively to words spoken by important personages.
He stopped at the threshold and asked in Russian whether Drubetskoy lived there.
"What is it?" asked the person in the other room.
"To whom shall it be given?" the Emperor Alexander asked Koslovski, in Russian in a low voice.
"Have you heard the password?" asked one Guards' officer of another.
Prince Andrew asked himself with instinctive curiosity.
During the dull day, in the course of which he was entertained by his elderly hosts and by the more important of the visitors (the old count's house was crowded on account of an approaching name day), Prince Andrew repeatedly glanced at Natasha, gay and laughing among the younger members of the company, and asked himself each time, What is she thinking about?
Prince Andrew for the second time asked the adjutant on duty to take in his name, but received an ironical look and was told that his turn would come in due course.
"What is your petition?" asked Arakcheev.
"What has Speranski to do with the army regulations?" asked Prince Andrew.
"What do you mean?" asked Speranski quietly, lowering his eyes.
Pierre did not answer him and asked briefly whether his proposal would be accepted.
A few days before the wedding Berg entered the count's study early one morning and, with a pleasant smile, respectfully asked his future father-in-law to let him know what Vera's dowry would be.
"Well, do you recognize your little madcap playmate?" asked the countess.
"Whenever will you be ready?" asked the count coming to the door.
The host also followed Natasha with his eyes and asked the count which was his daughter.
An aide-de-camp, the Master of Ceremonies, went up to Countess Bezukhova and asked her to dance.
Prince Andrew was watching these men abashed by the Emperor's presence, and the women who were breathlessly longing to be asked to dance.
"Where is she?" asked Bolkonski.
He asked her to waltz.
He invited Prince Andrew to come and see them, and asked his daughter whether she was enjoying herself.
Speranski related how at the Council that morning a deaf dignitary, when asked his opinion, replied that he thought so too.
"Where are you off to so early?" asked Speranski.
As soon as Natasha had finished she went up to him and asked how he liked her voice.
She asked this and then became confused, feeling that she ought not to have asked it.
"What has happened to her?" he asked himself with still greater surprise.
"You are friendly with Boris, aren't you?" asked Vera.
"Oh, there was childish love?" suddenly asked Prince Andrew, blushing unexpectedly.
"Well?" asked Pierre, seeing his friend's strange animation with surprise, and noticing the glance he turned on Natasha as he rose.
Pierre saw how Prince Andrew asked her something and how she flushed as she replied.
She told her how he had complimented her, how he told her he was going abroad, asked her where they were going to spend the summer, and then how he had asked her about Boris.
In the hall the porch door opened, and someone asked, "At home?" and then footsteps were heard.
"Is it possible that this stranger has now become everything to me?" she asked herself, and immediately answered, "Yes, everything!
"Did your mother tell you that it cannot be for a year?" asked Prince Andrew, still looking into her eyes.
"Why not?" asked Natasha in a frightened tone.
She asked herself in perplexity: What does he look for in me?
He asked his sister to forgive him for not having told her of his resolve when he had last visited Bald Hills, though he had spoken of it to his father.
"Why shouldn't I marry her?" he asked his daughter.
But once the countess called her son and informed him that she had a promissory note from Anna Mikhaylovna for two thousand rubles, and asked him what he thought of doing with it.
For a hunt and a gallop, eh? asked Nicholas, scratching Milka behind the ears.
"You are going?" asked Natasha.
Shall we join up our packs? asked Nicholas.
Nicholas asked himself as the wolf approached him coming from the copse.
"What has happened?" asked Nicholas.
Nicholas, not stopping to talk to the man, asked his sister and Petya to wait for him and rode to the spot where the enemy's, Ilagin's, hunting party was.
"A full-grown one?" asked Ilagin as he approached the whip who had sighted the hare--and not without agitation he looked round and whistled to Erza.
"How is it pointing?" asked Nicholas, riding a hundred paces toward the whip who had sighted the hare.
"How is it you didn't go head over heels?" asked the boldest of all, addressing Natasha directly.
"Uncle" asked his visitors to sit down and make themselves at home, and then went out of the room.
"Do you play then?" asked Natasha.
She asked "Uncle" for his guitar and at once found the chords of the song.
"Why are you wandering about like an outcast?" asked her mother.
He distrusted the order and asked whether the samovar was really wanted.
"Nastasya Ivanovna, what sort of children shall I have?" she asked the buffoon, who was coming toward her in a woman's jacket.
"The island of Madagascar," she said, "Ma-da-gas-car," she repeated, articulating each syllable distinctly, and, not replying to Madame Schoss who asked her what she was saying, she went out of the room.
"Sonya, do you remember?" asked Nicholas.
"Who is it?" asked someone in the porch.
"And who is this?" she asked her governess, peering into the face of her own daughter dressed up as a Kazan-Tartar.
Well, Mr. Hussar, and what regiment do you serve in? she asked Natasha.
"Louisa Ivanovna, may I?" asked Sonya.
"Sonya, is it well with thee?" he asked from time to time.
"Have you told her?" asked Natasha, suddenly beaming all over with joy.
Is he ill? asked Natasha, her frightened eyes fixed on her friend.
Princess Mary asked Mademoiselle Bourienne's pardon, and also her father's pardon for herself and for Philip the footman, who had begged for her intervention.
"Does it matter, Count, how the Note is worded," he asked, "so long as its substance is forcible?"
"Really?" asked Princess Mary, looking into Pierre's kindly face and still thinking of her own sorrow.
"Have you any news of the Rostovs?" she asked, to change the subject.
"And how does he now regard the matter?" asked Pierre, referring to the old prince.
And what have you to do yourself? she asked the count sternly.
She has asked me to bring you two together.
"And where has he sprung from?" he asked, turning to Shinshin.
Having looked at Natasha he approached his sister, laid his well gloved hand on the edge of her box, nodded to her, and leaning forward asked a question, with a motion toward Natasha.
To get better acquainted she asked that one of the young ladies should come into her box for the rest of the performance, and Natasha moved over to it.
Kuragin asked her opinion of the performance and told her how at a previous performance Semenova had fallen down on the stage.
During one of these moments of awkward silence when Anatole's prominent eyes were gazing calmly and fixedly at her, Natasha, to break the silence, asked him how he liked Moscow.
She asked the question and blushed.
Ought I to put it right? she asked herself, and she could not refrain from turning round.
He was not mean, and did not refuse anyone who asked of him.
Anatole had asked her to bring him and Natasha together, and she was calling on the Rostovs for that purpose.
After giving several recitations, Mademoiselle George left, and Countess Bezukhova asked her visitors into the ballroom.
Anatole asked Natasha for a valse and as they danced he pressed her waist and hand and told her she was bewitching and that he loved her.
Her father asked her to come home, but she begged to remain.
Later on she recalled how she had asked her father to let her go to the dressing room to rearrange her dress, that Helene had followed her and spoken laughingly of her brother's love, and that she again met Anatole in the little sitting room.
"Well, and he?" asked the count.
"Why could that not be as well?" she sometimes asked herself in complete bewilderment.
Why doesn't he come to the house? asked Sonya.
He asked me what I had promised Bolkonski.
"Natasha," said she, "you asked me not to speak to you, and I haven't spoken, but now you yourself have begun.
"And where's the fur cloak?" asked Dolokhov.
"Well, are you ready?" asked Balaga.
Who are you? asked Anatole in a breathless whisper.
Who asked you to? shouted Natasha, raising herself on the sofa and looking malignantly at Marya Dmitrievna.
Are you ill? asked the count.
In reply to the count's anxious inquiries as to why she was so dejected and whether anything had happened to her betrothed, she assured him that nothing had happened and asked him not to worry.
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.
"What has happened?" asked Pierre, entering Marya Dmitrievna's room.
She did not smile or nod, but only gazed fixedly at him, and her look asked only one thing: was he a friend, or like the others an enemy in regard to Anatole?
"Is he still here?" she asked, quickly.
One of Pierre's acquaintances, while they were talking about the weather, asked if he had heard of Kuragin's abduction of Rostova which was talked of in the town, and was it true?
He asked everyone about Anatole.
"But is it possible that all is really ended?" asked Pierre.
"I say, do you remember our discussion in Petersburg?" asked Pierre, "about..."
"Where to now, your excellency?" asked the coachman.
The colonel of the Polish uhlans, a handsome old man, flushed and, fumbling in his speech from excitement, asked the aide-de-camp whether he would be permitted to swim the river with his uhlans instead of seeking a ford.
Yesterday I learned that, despite the loyalty with which I have kept my engagements with Your Majesty, your troops have crossed the Russian frontier, and I have this moment received from Petersburg a note, in which Count Lauriston informs me, as a reason for this aggression, that Your Majesty has considered yourself to be in a state of war with me from the time Prince Kuragin asked for his passports.
"Then you don't consider the Emperor Alexander the aggressor?" he asked unexpectedly, with a kindly and foolish smile.
When he noticed in Balashev's face the disagreeable impression this reception produced, Davout raised his head and coldly asked what he wanted.
After some minutes, the gentleman-in-waiting who was on duty came into the great reception room and, bowing politely, asked Balashev to follow him.
So little was his rejoinder appreciated that Napoleon did not notice it at all and naively asked Balashev through what towns the direct road from there to Moscow passed.
That day he did not see his father, who did not leave his room and admitted no one but Mademoiselle Bourienne and Tikhon, but asked several times whether his son had gone.
"So you've decided to go, Andrew?" asked his sister.
Awkwardly holding up his sword, he addressed Chernyshev and asked in German where the Emperor was.
Young Count Toll objected to the Swedish general's views more warmly than anyone else, and in the course of the dispute drew from his side pocket a well-filled notebook, which he asked permission to read to them.
But when Volkonski said, with a frown, that it was in the Emperor's name that he asked his opinion, Pfuel rose and, suddenly growing animated, began to speak:
At the review next day the Emperor asked Prince Andrew where he would like to serve, and Prince Andrew lost his standing in court circles forever by not asking to remain attached to the sovereign's person, but for permission to serve in the army.
Before the beginning of the campaign, Rostov had received a letter from his parents in which they told him briefly of Natasha's illness and the breaking off of her engagement to Prince Andrew (which they explained by Natasha's having rejected him) and again asked Nicholas to retire from the army and return home.
A board was found, fixed on two saddles and covered with a horsecloth, a small samovar was produced and a cellaret and half a bottle of rum, and having asked Mary Hendrikhovna to preside, they all crowded round her.
Rostov received his tumbler, and adding some rum to it asked Mary Hendrikhovna to stir it.
"Well, but supposing Mary Hendrikhovna is 'King'?" asked Ilyin.
Without greeting the officers, he scratched himself and asked to be allowed to pass as they were blocking the way.
"But what on earth is worrying me?" he asked himself as he rode back from the general.
She knew that, and asked herself, "What next?"
After those involuntary words--that if he were free he would have asked on his knees for her hand and her love--uttered at a moment when she was so strongly agitated, Pierre never spoke to Natasha of his feelings; and it seemed plain to her that those words, which had then so comforted her, were spoken as all sorts of meaningless words are spoken to comfort a crying child.
When they prayed for all traveling by land and sea, she remembered Prince Andrew, prayed for him, and asked God to forgive her all the wrongs she had done him.
She smiled at me yesterday and asked me to come again, and I love her, and no one will ever know it.
He had asked Pierre to find out whether he would be accepted in the hussars.
"Well, mon cher, have you got the manifesto?" asked the old count.
After dinner the count settled himself comfortably in an easy chair and with a serious face asked Sonya, who was considered an excellent reader, to read the appeal.
Why are you upset? asked Natasha, and she looked challengingly into Pierre's eyes.
In his first letter which came soon after he had left home, Prince Andrew had dutifully asked his father's forgiveness for what he had allowed himself to say and begged to be restored to his favor.
"And Alpatych is being sent to Smolensk?" asked Princess Mary.
The same evening that the prince gave his instructions to Alpatych, Dessalles, having asked to see Princess Mary, told her that, as the prince was not very well and was taking no steps to secure his safety, though from Prince Andrew's letter it was evident that to remain at Bald Hills might be dangerous, he respectfully advised her to send a letter by Alpatych to the Provincial Governor at Smolensk, asking him to let her know the state of affairs and the extent of the danger to which Bald Hills was exposed.
As 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.
"Why are they leaving the town?" asked Alpatych.
The mistress rocked and hushed her baby and when anyone came into the cellar asked in a pathetic whisper what had become of her husband who had remained in the street.
But when Napoleon asked him whether the Russians thought they would beat Bonaparte or not, Lavrushka screwed up his eyes and considered.
"Are they drinking?" he asked abruptly.
That I, the daughter of Prince Nicholas Bolkonski, asked General Rameau for protection and accepted his favor!
"Why are there none?" asked the princess.
"What is a trick?" asked Princess Mary in surprise.
"But why not?" asked the princess.
"But why don't you want to take it?" she asked again.
While talking to Tikhon he asked about me twice.
"Then you are Russians?" the peasant asked again.
What do you want with him?... asked Karp.
"What relation are you to Intendant General Kiril Andreevich Denisov?" asked Kutuzov, interrupting him.
"Well, my dear, and how are we getting on?" he asked, moving to the door of the room assigned to him.
The adjutant came out to the porch and asked Prince Andrew to lunch with him.
What's one to do? he asked, evidently expecting an answer.
Julie asked Pierre with a knowing smile.
"Well, and how is she?" asked Pierre.
"Shall I join the army and enter the service, or wait?" he asked himself for the hundredth time.
As they drove along he shuddered and exclaimed several times so audibly that the coachman asked him:
Your excellency, how come you to be here? asked the doctor.
"What about the left flank?" asked Pierre
"You mean the left flank?" asked Kaysarov.
"How did that fellow get here?" asked Pierre.
"What are you saying about the militia?" he asked Boris.
Have they reached Moscow at last? he asked seriously.
The officers were about to take leave, but Prince Andrew, apparently reluctant to be left alone with his friend, asked them to stay and have tea.
"Why so?" asked Pierre.
"So you think we shall win tomorrow's battle?" asked Pierre.
Well, what is Paris saying? he asked, suddenly changing his former stern expression for a most cordial tone.
"Ha, what's this?" asked Napoleon, noticing that all the courtiers were looking at something concealed under a cloth.
He asked whether the Russians had not withdrawn, and was told that the enemy's fires were still in the same places.
"Do you know, Rapp, what military art is?" asked he.
"What year did you enter the service?" he asked with that affectation of military bluntness and geniality with which he always addressed the soldiers.
Pierre asked, waking up.
"To the crossing!" said the general coldly and sternly in reply to one of the staff who asked where he was going.
"Why have you come here, Count?" he asked with a smile.
"Is the general here?" asked the adjutant on reaching the knoll.
The sergeant ran up to the officer and in a frightened whisper informed him (as a butler at dinner informs his master that there is no more of some wine asked for) that there were no more charges.
The adjutant asked whether Napoleon wished the troops to cross it?
"Now then, what do you want?" asked Napoleon in the tone of a man irritated at being continually disturbed.
They all asked for reinforcements and all said that the Russians were holding their positions and maintaining a hellish fire under which the French army was melting away.
What do you say? asked Napoleon.
Soon after the duke's departure--before he could possibly have reached Semenovsk--his adjutant came back from him and told Kutuzov that the duke asked for more troops.
The wounded men awaiting their turn outside the tents groaned, sighed, wept, screamed, swore, or asked for vodka.
"What is the connection of that man with my childhood and life?" he asked himself without finding an answer.
"Sire?" asked the adjutant who had not heard the remark.
If anyone gave or asked for personal news, it was done in a whisper and they immediately reverted to general matters.
The commander in chief listened to what was being said and sometimes asked them to repeat their remarks, but did not himself take part in the conversations or express any opinion.
The question I have asked these gentlemen to meet to discuss is a military one.
"And who may you be?" one of them suddenly asked Pierre, evidently meaning what Pierre himself had in mind, namely: "If you want to eat we'll give you some food, only let us know whether you are an honest man."
"Would you like a little mash?" the first soldier asked, and handed Pierre a wooden spoon after licking it clean.
To unite all? he asked himself.
"What is it?" asked Pierre.
"And who is that?" he asked, indicating a short old man in a clean blue peasant overcoat, with a big snow-white beard and eyebrows and a ruddy face.
He asked one, 'From whom did you get it?' 'From so-and-so.'
They asked him, 'Who gave it you?'
"But what did Klyucharev do wrong, Count?" asked Pierre.
"Well, Vasilich, is everything ready?" asked the count, and stroking his bald head he looked good-naturedly at the officer and the orderly and nodded to them.
The count went into the house with him, repeating his order not to refuse the wounded who asked for a lift.
Really now, in our own yard--we asked them in ourselves and there are officers among them....
"Papa, what are you doing that for?" asked Natasha, who had followed him into her mother's room.
Berg hurriedly jumped up, kissed her hand, asked about her health, and, swaying his head from side to side to express sympathy, remained standing beside her.
May I?... asked Natasha.
Many of the wounded asked them not to unload the carts but only to let them sit on the top of the things.
"What could we fasten this onto?" asked the servants, trying to fix a trunk on the narrow footboard behind a carriage.
"What's in it?" asked Natasha.
What's the matter? asked Natasha, as with animated face she ran into the room.
"What is the matter, Count?" asked the countess in a surprised and commiserating tone.
"At home?" asked Pierre.
What is it? he asked, but his comrade was already galloping off past Vasili the Beatified in the direction from which the screams came.
"Is my carriage ready?" asked Rostopchin, stepping back from the window.
"But what do they want?" he asked the superintendent of police.
"Is the carriage ready?" he asked again.
The interpreter addressed an old porter and asked if it was far to the Kremlin.
One of the Russians understood what was asked and several voices at once began answering the interpreter.
And with that object he had asked Gerasim to get him a peasant's coat and a pistol, confiding to him his intentions of remaining in Joseph Alexeevich's house and keeping his name secret.
"Vous etes le bourgeois?" * the officer asked Gerasim.
"Well, does no one speak French in this establishment?" he asked again.
Again the officer turned to Gerasim and asked him to show him the rooms in the house.
"Would not the French ladies leave Paris if the Russians entered it?" asked Pierre.
"How do you say it?" the captain asked quickly and doubtfully.
No, really, have you anything against me? he asked Pierre.
When he had reached this point, Pierre asked the captain whether he understood that.
"What's burning?" asked Natasha.
The first time Prince Andrew understood where he was and what was the matter with him and remembered being wounded and how was when he asked to be carried into the hut after his caleche had stopped at Mytishchi.
That was why he asked for a copy of them.
"But where was she left?" asked Pierre.
Whose child is it? they asked him.
"Do you speak French?" the officer asked again, keeping at a distance from Pierre.
"Who are you?" asked the interpreter in poor Russian.
"What does that woman want?" asked the officer.
The Empress Elisabeth, however, when asked what instructions she would be pleased to give--with her characteristic Russian patriotism had replied that she could give no directions about state institutions for that was the affair of the sovereign, but as far as she personally was concerned she would be the last to quit Petersburg.
What's that? asked Anna Pavlovna, securing silence for the mot, which she had heard before.
"Have they surrendered my ancient capital without a battle?" asked the Emperor quickly, his face suddenly flushing.
"Sire, will you allow me to speak frankly as befits a loyal soldier?" he asked to gain time.
The husband came up and sullenly asked his wife what she was talking about.
After a few words about Princess Mary and her late father, whom Malvintseva had evidently not liked, and having asked what Nicholas knew of Prince Andrew, who also was evidently no favorite of hers, the important old lady dismissed Nicholas after repeating her invitation to come to see her.
"Whom do you mean, Aunt?" asked Nicholas.
"Have you seen the princess?" she asked, indicating with a movement of her head a lady standing on the opposite side, beyond the choir.
What is it? asked Natasha.
When asked what he was doing when he was arrested, Pierre replied in a rather tragic manner that he was restoring to its parents a child he had saved from the flames.
Again they interrupted him: they had not asked where he was going, but why he was found near the fire?
Who was he? they asked, repeating their first question, which he had declined to answer.
"Your name?" asked Davout.
Pierre asked as he munched the last of the potato.
What did you say? asked Pierre.
"What prayer was that you were saying?" asked Pierre.
"Then he is alive," thought Princess Mary, and asked in a low voice: "How is he?"
Can I see him--can I? asked the princess.
"Where is he?" she asked again, addressing them all.
But she still hoped, and asked, in words she herself did not trust:
Thinner? asked the princess.
"But in what am I to blame?" she asked herself.
"And have you brought little Nicholas?" he asked in the same slow, quiet manner and with an obvious effort to remember.
When, waking in a cold perspiration, he moved on the divan, Natasha went up and asked him what was the matter.
"The word attack is always on your tongue, but you don't see that we are unable to execute complicated maneuvers," said he to Miloradovich who asked permission to advance.
Some of the prisoners who had heard Pierre talking to the corporal immediately asked what the Frenchman had said.
Rapidly and timidly raising his fingers to his forehead by way of greeting, he asked Pierre whether the soldier Platoche to whom he had given a shirt to sew was in that shed.
The Frenchman insisted on having the pieces returned that were left over and asked Pierre to translate what he said.
"What now?" the officer asked with a cold look as if not recognizing Pierre.
From whom? he asked immediately but without hurry, blinking at the light.
"Who brought it?" asked Kutuzov with a look which, when the candle was lit, struck Toll by its cold severity.
But what's this? he asked, noticing the French drummer boy.
"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?"
To weturn at once? asked Denisov.
Pointing to the French troops, Denisov asked him what these and those of them were.
The boy, thrusting his cold hands into his pockets and lifting his eyebrows, looked at Denisov in affright, but in spite of an evident desire to say all he knew gave confused answers, merely assenting to everything Denisov asked him.
"Who is he?" asked Petya.
When Denisov had come to Pokrovsk at the beginning of his operations and had as usual summoned the village elder and asked him what he knew about the French, the elder, as though shielding himself, had replied, as all village elders did, that he had neither seen nor heard anything of them.
Next day when Denisov had left Pokrovsk, having quite forgotten about this peasant, it was reported to him that Tikhon had attached himself to their party and asked to be allowed to remain with it.
That was why Petya had blushed and grown confused when Denisov asked him whether he could stay.
"You want a coffeepot, don't you?" he asked the esaul.
"Have you had that youngster with you long?" he asked Denisov.
Well, are you coming with me? he asked Petya.
Dolokhov said that he and his companion were trying to overtake their regiment, and addressing the company in general asked whether they knew anything of the 6th Regiment.
That officer did not take his eyes from Dolokhov and again asked to what regiment he belonged.
Are the lads asleep? asked Petya.
"What are you sharpening?" asked a man coming up to the wagon.
"Well, is ev'wything weady?" asked Denisov.
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.
He asked all about it and his heart began to ache.
Dolokhov asked the Cossack.
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?
Princess Mary asked the countess to let Natasha go with her to Moscow, and both parents gladly accepted this offer, for they saw their daughter losing strength every day and thought that a change of scene and the advice of Moscow doctors would be good for her.
She was overcome by sweet sorrow and tears were already rising in her eyes; then she suddenly asked herself to whom she was saying this.
"What were you saying?" he asked the general, who continuing his report directed the commander-in-chief's attention to some standards captured from the French and standing in front of the Preobrazhensk regiment.
But after all who asked them here?
I asked him whose subject he was, and he jabbered in his own way.
"Was it from the cold?" asked someone.
And by old habit he asked himself the question: Well, and what then?
"To give or not to give?" he had asked himself.
Natasha asked, looking attentively into Pierre's eyes.
"Do you take vodka, Count?" asked Princess Mary, and those words suddenly banished the shadows of the past.
"Tell me, you did not know of the countess' death when you decided to remain in Moscow?" asked Princess Mary and immediately blushed, noticing that her question, following his mention of freedom, ascribed to his words a meaning he had perhaps not intended.
Natasha asked with a slight smile.
"People speak of misfortunes and sufferings," remarked Pierre, "but if at this moment I were asked: 'Would you rather be what you were before you were taken prisoner, or go through all this again?' then for heaven's sake let me again have captivity and horseflesh!
Who is there in Petersburg? he asked involuntarily, though only to himself.
Are you starting tomorrow? asked Savelich.
"Do you know her?" asked Pierre.
Natasha, I have asked you not to speak of that.
Natasha suddenly asked, and hastily replied to her own question.
On his last day, sobbing, he asked her and his absent son to forgive him for having dissipated their property--that being the chief fault of which he was conscious.
Well, I have asked you, and now I won't interfere any more since you have secrets from your mother.
And when she asked herself what distressed her, she had to admit that it was her relation to Rostov.
"Is it just sentimentality, old wives' tales, or is she right?" he asked himself.
"Nicholas, when did you break your cameo?" she asked to change the subject, looking at his finger on which he wore a ring with a cameo of Laocoon's head.
He had asked Princess Mary to be gentle and kind to his cousin.
"What?" asked Countess Mary, surprised.
She asked him where he had been.
When they left the table and went as usual to thank the old countess, Countess Mary held out her hand and kissed her husband, and asked him why he was angry with her.
"May I kiss Mamma?" he asked Natasha.
Natasha asked quickly in a whisper, afraid to move lest she should rouse the dozing baby.
Knowing that Natasha asked nothing for herself, and gave him commissions for others only when he himself had offered to undertake them, he now found an unexpected and childlike pleasure in this purchase of presents for everyone in the house, and never forgot anything.
"What is that, mon cher ami?" asked the countess, who had finished her tea and evidently needed a pretext for being angry after her meal.
"Like my father?" asked the boy, flushing crimson and looking up at Pierre with bright, ecstatic eyes.
Nicholas and Denisov rose, asked for their pipes, smoked, went to fetch more tea from Sonya--who sat weary but resolute at the samovar--and questioned Pierre.
"What was it about?" asked Nicholas.
"Well, what would you do?" asked Denisov.
"Now who could decide whether he is really cleverer than all the others?" she asked herself, and passed in review all those whom Pierre most respected.
But I am not now abstaining from doing so at the first moment when I asked the question.
"Cold?" he asked softly.
Carmen asked, setting a freshly-wrapped present aside.
"There's more, isn't there," Carmen asked, watching Felipa's face.
"It could be a girl and a boy?" she asked hopefully.
She asked "Yeah. We had some late visitors."
Considering the information Katie had just disclosed, it wasn't surprising that he wanted to be in control - or that he had chosen a wife who asked few questions.
Felipa asked in a surprised tone.
"How about the birds and beasts and fishes?" asked Zeb.
"What are Gargoyles?" asked Zeb.
Couldn't you, Zeb? asked the little girl.
Then the king called one of the wisest scholars in Egypt and asked him what the word meant.
He explained this to her with as much gravity as if she had asked him to do it.
"Are we really quite lost, your excellency?" he asked again.
"Does the dama-fruit grow on a low bush, and look something like a peach?" asked the Wizard.
"Can I hold her?" she asked Alex.
"How can we do that?" asked the girl.