In a voice quaking with fear, she began to sing.
He loved poetry and soon began to write poems of his own.
Cynthia began slicing the potatoes in the pot.
The day Jonathan went to camp, she began working on her plan.
Carmen grabbed a napkin and began wiping the mashed potatoes from her hand.
The room began to spin, and she grabbed the edge of the sink.
It began with a glance as we passed each other the first time, a smile the next two or three laps, and then a pretend rest stop.
They began to wonder if there were no people to inhabit this magnificent city of the inner world.
Of the time when I began to read connected stories I shall speak later.
But the rumble of the machinery made me think it was thundering, and I began to cry, because I feared if it rained we should not be able to have our picnic out of doors.
Then everybody began to feel frightened.
Even this became less and less intelligible until the time when Miss Sullivan began to teach me.
In the past, a scientist began with a surmise or hunch and began gathering data to prove or disprove it.
"For what it's worth," she began, "I didn't invite him, but...
"Well," Adrienne began, and then paused when Brandon cleared his throat.
Casually, he began leading the horse along the ravine again.
Their issues faded into the background as they began preparing the house for the new babies.
Then she began cleaning the family room.
There began the intimate gathering of five distinctly different individuals, and the unique results of our brief weekend cohabitation.
She began to moan and sunk her nails into my back until we finally flopped back in exhaustion.
"Mrs. Lander," she began in a cordial tone.
He began making queer signs and passes toward the Wizard; but the little man did not watch him long.
After a moment of thanks, they all began their meal.
The group about Mortemart immediately began discussing the murder of the Duc d'Enghien.
The cook began running hither and thither in the passage like a frightened hen, just as Alpatych entered.
They moved Alex's office upstairs and began work on the nursery.
Snaking her upper torso over the back of the seat, she began to shift her weight toward the back of the car.
After the guests had drunk quite a little of it, they began to talk foolishly and sing loudly; and some of them went to sleep.
We had scarcely arrived at the Perkins Institution for the Blind when I began to make friends with the little blind children.
They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of man's discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and the life that had lain torpid began to stretch itself.
A cold feeling began in the pit of her stomach.
There sat the thorny Sorcerer in his chair of state, and when the Wizard saw him he began to laugh, uttering comical little chuckles.
When they passed over a field of grass Jim immediately stretched down his head and began to nibble.
"Capital!" said Prince Hippolyte in English, and began slapping his knee with the palm of his hand.
Pushing the plate aside so the food would cool, he began slicing the rest of the roast.
They were sitting beside each other, reading when she began the inquest.
Whatever the case, Natalie began suckling as soon as the nipple was in her mouth.
Jarred from her thoughts, she began filling a tube with blue icing.
Grabbing an armful of the hay they had packed around the supplies in each wagon, she dropped it on the sand and the mules eagerly began devouring it.
One inconvenience I sometimes experienced in so small a house, the difficulty of getting to a sufficient distance from my guest when we began to utter the big thoughts in big words.
He had the letter taken from his pocket and the table--on which stood a glass of lemonade and a spiral wax candle--moved close to the bed, and putting on his spectacles he began reading.
Snapping it open, she pulled out a dresser drawer and began tossing things in.
Three weeks after she began working for the Giddons, they had the pool filled.
He avoided her gaze and began wrapping her foot.
Range after range of mountains began with a mixture of sharp green that gradually faded until the last range was wrapped in the haze of distance.
Yet as the world began to open beyond her little circle, she realized that he had been open about his interest all along.
Once into the woods, she began to relax.
She beat him with her fists until finally her vision began to fail.
She dragged the two suitcases from under her bed and began filling them with clothes from the closet.
He grabbed a butter knife and began spreading jelly on a biscuit.
She shook her head free of pointless thoughts and began dusting.
How the dream began, she couldn't remember but she was in his arms and he was gazing down at her, his expression as bland as usual.
A burning sensation began in her throat and she realized she was going to heave.
The storm raged on around them and finally began to abate.
A queasy feeling began in her stomach.
Occasionally they ran across small herds of cattle and she began to realize how large his ranch actually was.
She placed the form in front of her on the counter and began filling it out.
Instantly the Princess turned and faced him, and when he saw that she was picked the Prince stood still and began to tremble.
With this he began walking in the air toward the high openings, and Dorothy and Zeb followed him.
"Stop, I command you!" cried the Wizard, in an angry tone, and at once began pulling down the rocks to liberate Jim and the piglets.
At once the Mangaboos began piling up the rocks of glass again, and as the little man realized that they were all about to be entombed in the mountain he said to the children:
The others agreed readily to this sensible suggestion, and at once the boy began to harness Jim to the buggy.
He had nearly finished this last task when a low growling was suddenly heard and the horse began to jump around and kick viciously with his heels.
When the next company of Gargoyles advanced, our adventurers began yelling as if they had gone mad.
These were motionless at first, but soon began to flicker more brightly and to sway slowly from side to side and then up and down.
The cab-horse gave a nervous start and Zeb began to rub his eyes to make sure he was not asleep.
"Your Royal Highness and Fellow Citizens," he began; "the small cat you see a prisoner before you is accused of the crime of first murdering and then eating our esteemed Ruler's fat piglet--or else first eating and then murdering it.
The little company began its long journey.
When they heard that Arion had a large sum of money with him they began to make plans to get it.
He touched his lyre and began to play the accompaniment.
And when he had blessed them, all began to sing; and the whole forest was filled with sweetness and joy because of their wonderful melodies.
Then, about the middle of the day, it began to grow dark.
When the darkness came, they too began to be alarmed.
And as he spoke, the other lawmakers listened in silence till the darkness began to fade and the sky grew bright again.
He began to see how foolish he had been; he thought how terrible it would be to live there without one friend, without one person to whom he could speak.
At sight of his lost treasure, the merchant began to dance and shout for joy.
You need to have a basic understanding of how things work in biology.
And he began beating and pulling her about so!
His kiss began softly, slowly gaining passion.
Finally he sucked a couple times and then began searching again.
Her heart skipped a beat and then began to pound in her ears.
She relaxed and began to enjoy the evening.
Eventually they stopped their chatter and fell silent.
"When we first came here," he began in a quiet voice, "I used to walk all over these hills."
Suddenly all those annoying rules of conduct began to make sense.
Cade dropped into a chair and immediately began to put away the food.
Cynthia leaned over as they drew near one and tried to pet it, but the cow moved away a few steps and began grazing again.
He was not going very fast, but on his flanks specks of foam began to appear and at times he would tremble like a leaf.
So, with a snort and a neigh and a whisk of his short tail he trotted off the roof into the air and at once began floating downward to the street.
So they began to ascend the stairs, Dorothy and the Wizard first, Jim next, drawing the buggy, and then Zeb to watch that nothing happened to the harness.
Then he halted, ducked down and began to back up, so that he nearly fell with the buggy onto the others.
The flames leaped up at once and the bonfire began to smoke and roar and crackle just as the great army of wooden Gargoyles arrived.
He threw it upon the floor and began to cry.
The mother sat down in the shade of a tree and began to read in a new book which she had bought the day before.
His lips quivered and he began to cry.
"She's killed as many as twenty since the winter began," said Thomas Tanner.
Putnam stayed in the cave so long that his friends began to be alarmed.
When the Revolutionary War began he was one of the first to hurry to Boston to help the people defend themselves against the British soldiers.
Then he began to nail them on.
He began to feel very sad.
He began to feel a little lonesome.
He began to draw.
The clock ticked loudly, and Tommy Jones, who was standing up for the fourth time, began to feel very uneasy.
Then he began with the first word on the first page and read the first story aloud without making one mistake.
Then with great labor he began to widen the passageway.
The officer began to write, but just as he finished the first word, a bomb came through the roof of the house and struck the floor close by him.
He began to ask about his enemies who had been hunting him.
Fancy me carrying a turkey along the street! said the young gentleman; and he began to grow very angry.
Then the chief cook began his song.
Then Caedmon, with only the cows as his hearers, opened his mouth and began to sing.
Then, being very comfortable, he began to grow stronger.
They began to quarrel.
Every morning before I went to school I had chores to do, which began with mixing up the formula and feeding the calves.
A neighboring farmer and cat-lover, William Ross, perhaps hearing a distinct "ka-ching" in his head, got one of the kittens and teamed up with a geneticist and began a careful breeding program.
This book began with the assertion that it is the optimists who get things done.
This feeling began to agitate me with a vexing, forward-reaching sense of a lack that should be filled.
This lovely, sweet-natured lady offered to teach me herself, and we began the twenty-sixth of March, 1890.
Little by little, however, my difficulties began to disappear.
Both Mr. Keith and I were distressed and full of forebodings for the morrow; but we went over to the college a little before the examination began, and had Mr. Vining explain more fully the American symbols.
I began my studies with eagerness.
Gradually I began to find that there were disadvantages in going to college.
When I began the study of Latin prosody, I devised and explained to my professor a system of signs indicating the different meters and quantities.
Indeed, books have meant so much more in my education than in that of others, that I shall go back to the time when I began to read.
It was during my first visit to Boston that I really began to read in good earnest.
Before we began the story Miss Sullivan explained to me the things that she knew I should not understand, and as we read on she explained the unfamiliar words.
I began to read the Bible long before I could understand it.
Although she did not think I should understand, she began to spell into my hand the story of Joseph and his brothers.
I cannot tell exactly when I began Lamb's "Tales from Shakespeare"; but I know that I read them at first with a child's understanding and a child's wonder.
My fingers lighted upon a beautiful volume of Tennyson's poems, and when Miss Sullivan told me what it was I began to recite:
Miss Sullivan began to teach Helen Keller on March 3rd, 1887.
Already she began to see quite plainly the little elves in their tall pointed hats, dancing down the dusky alleys, and peeping from between the bushes, and they seemed to come nearer and nearer; and she stretched her hands up towards the tree in which the doll sat and they laughed, and pointed their fingers at her.
She began to solicit contributions from her friends, and saved her pennies.
But when the bright, pleasant autumn days came, and I felt strong again I began to think about the sketch.
It began to pull and tug, and lo, the wires broke, and off went the great red dragon, and poor Dr. Bell stood looking forlornly after it.
Then she asked clear, penetrating questions about the terms of the surrender, and began to discuss them.
Laura Bridgman was born at Hanover, New Hampshire, December 21, 1829; so she was almost eight years old when Dr. Howe began his experiments with her.
When she first wrote from Tuscumbia to Mr. Michael Anagnos, Dr. Howes son-in-law and his successor as Director of the Perkins Institution, about her work with her pupil, the Boston papers began at once to publish exaggerated accounts of Helen Keller.
She began to work delightedly and finished the card in a few minutes, and did it very neatly indeed.
She was very troublesome when I began to write this morning.
She nodded and began at once to fill the string with wooden beads.
She examined them thoughtfully and began again.
After a few minutes she came back to her place and began to eat her breakfast with her fingers.
Finding it locked, she began to kick and scream all over again.
As I began to teach her, I was beset by many difficulties.
Then Helen sat down by her and began to manipulate her claws.
We began the lesson as usual.
Soon after, she began to vary her steps from large to small, and little mincing steps were "very small."
She was greatly amused, and began at once to find analogies between her movements and those of the plants.
When I took her hand she was trembling violently, and began to cry.
I asked what was the matter, and she spelled: "Viney--bad," and began to slap and kick her with renewed violence.
She began to cry and sob and clung to me.
The next day, while exercising, she spelled to me, "Helen wind fast," and began to walk rapidly.
She objected to its miscellaneous fruits and began to remove them, evidently thinking they were all meant for her.
The exercises began at nine, and it was one o'clock before we could leave.
After dinner it began to snow, and we had a good frolic and an interesting lesson about the snow.
When the communion service began, she smelt the wine, and sniffed so loud that every one in the church could hear.
Then she threw herself on the floor and began to swim so energetically that some of us thought we should be kicked out of our chairs!
She was delighted with the orchestra at the hotel, and whenever the music began she danced round the room, hugging and kissing every one she happened to touch.
Helen began to pull off the jacket, saying, "I must give it to a poor little strange girl."
In two or three months after I began to teach her she would say: "Helen wants to go to bed," or, "Helen is sleepy, and Helen will go to bed."
She began to cry.
Before describing the process of teaching Helen to speak, it may be well to state briefly to what extent she had used the vocal organs before she began to receive regular instruction in articulation.
King Frost frowned and looked very angry at first, and his fairies trembled for fear and cowered still lower in their hiding-places; but just then two little children came dancing through the wood, and though they did not see King Frost or the fairies, they saw the beautiful colour of the leaves, and laughed with delight, and began picking great bunches to take to their mother.
Their pleasure charmed away King Frost's anger, and he, too, began to admire the painted trees, and at last he said to himself, My treasures are not wasted if they make little children happy.
Then they began to wander merrily about searching for nuts, climbing trees, peeping curiously into the empty birds' nests, and playing hide and seek from behind the trees.
King Sun laughed softly to himself when the delicate jars began to melt and break.
When the children saw the trees all aglow with brilliant colors they clapped their hands and shouted for joy, and immediately began to pick great bunches to take home.
Their pleasure banished the anger from King Frost's heart and the frown from his brow, and he, too, began to admire the painted trees.
As soon as my strength returned, I began to take an interest in what the people around me were doing.
When I was a little older I felt the need of some means of communication with those around me, and I began to make simple signs which my parents and friends readily understood; but it often happened that I was unable to express my thoughts intelligibly, and at such times I would give way to my angry feelings utterly....
Miss Keller began to get the better of her old friendly taskmaster, the phrase.
As the conversation began to assume a loftier and grander tone, we gradually shoved our chairs farther apart till they touched the wall in opposite corners, and then commonly there was not room enough.
At length the wind rose, the mist increased, and the waves began to run, and the perch leaped much higher than before, half out of water, a hundred black points, three inches long, at once above the surface.
When I began to have a fire at evening, before I plastered my house, the chimney carried smoke particularly well, because of the numerous chinks between the boards.
I now first began to inhabit my house, I may say, when I began to use it for warmth as well as shelter.
When I made most noise he would stretch out his neck, and erect his neck feathers, and open his eyes wide; but their lids soon fell again, and he began to nod.
One had her form under my house all winter, separated from me only by the flooring, and she startled me each morning by her hasty departure when I began to stir--thump, thump, thump, striking her head against the floor timbers in her hurry.
It commonly opens about the first of April, a week or ten days later than Flint's Pond and Fair Haven, beginning to melt on the north side and in the shallower parts where it began to freeze.
In like manner the evil which one does in the interval of a day prevents the germs of virtues which began to spring up again from developing themselves and destroys them.
I see far inland the banks which the stream anciently washed, before science began to record its freshets.
With his head bent, and his big feet spread apart, he began explaining his reasons for thinking the abbe's plan chimerical.
And Prince Hippolyte began to tell his story in such Russian as a Frenchman would speak after spending about a year in Russia.
Having thanked Anna Pavlovna for her charming soiree, the guests began to take their leave.
Prince Hippolyte approached the little princess and, bending his face close to her, began to whisper something.
Pierre reaching the house first went into Prince Andrew's study like one quite at home, and from habit immediately lay down on the sofa, took from the shelf the first book that came to his hand (it was Caesar's Commentaries), and resting on his elbow, began reading it in the middle.
"How is it," she began, as usual in French, settling down briskly and fussily in the easy chair, "how is it Annette never got married?
Anatole turned to the Englishman and taking him by one of the buttons of his coat and looking down at him--the Englishman was short--began repeating the terms of the wager to him in English.
As he began slipping down, his head and arm wavered still more with the strain.
The Englishman took out his purse and began counting out the money.
And he caught the bear, took it in his arms, lifted it from the ground, and began dancing round the room with it.
Escaping from her father she ran to hide her flushed face in the lace of her mother's mantilla--not paying the least attention to her severe remark--and began to laugh.
The elders began talking about Bonaparte.
She took out her handkerchief and began to cry.
For a long time Pierre could not understand, but when he did, he jumped up from the sofa, seized Boris under the elbow in his quick, clumsy way, and, blushing far more than Boris, began to speak with a feeling of mingled shame and vexation.
He began to laugh.
Pierre saw that Boris wished to change the subject, and being of the same mind he began explaining the advantages and disadvantages of the Boulogne expedition.
"Oh, little countess!"... and the count began bustling to get out his pocketbook.
I want five hundred rubles, and taking out her cambric handkerchief she began wiping her husband's waistcoat.
"Annette, for heaven's sake don't refuse me," the countess began, with a blush that looked very strange on her thin, dignified, elderly face, and she took the money from under the handkerchief.
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.
The footmen began moving about, chairs scraped, the band struck up in the gallery, and the guests settled down in their places.
With an effort Sonya sat up and began wiping her eyes and explaining.
And she began to cry again because he had such a noble soul.
And again she began to sob, more bitterly than before.
Natasha lifted her up, hugged her, and, smiling through her tears, began comforting her.
He had not finished the last verse before the young people began to get ready to dance in the large hall, and the sound of the feet and the coughing of the musicians were heard from the gallery.
When the music began Natasha came in and walking straight up to Pierre said, laughing and blushing:
As soon as the provocatively gay strains of Daniel Cooper (somewhat resembling those of a merry peasant dance) began to sound, all the doorways of the ballroom were suddenly filled by the domestic serfs--the men on one side and the women on the other--who with beaming faces had come to see their master making merry.
A small dog began to bark.
Prince Vasili said no more and his cheeks began to twitch nervously, now on one side, now on the other, giving his face an unpleasant expression which was never to be seen on it in a drawing room.
"My dear Princess Catherine Semenovna," began Prince Vasili impatiently, "I came here not to wrangle with you, but to talk about your interests as with a kinswoman, a good, kind, true relation.
Rousing himself, Pierre followed Anna Mikhaylovna out of the carriage, and only then began to think of the interview with his dying father which awaited him.
He lit it and, distracted by observing those around him, began crossing himself with the hand that held the taper.
She smiled, hid her face in her handkerchief, and remained with it hidden for awhile; then looking up and seeing Pierre she again began to laugh.
Around him everyone began to stir: steps were audible and whispers, among which Anna Mikhaylovna's was the most distinct.
Suddenly the broad muscles and lines of the count's face began to twitch.
"Well, madam," he began, stooping over the book close to his daughter and placing an arm on the back of the chair on which she sat, so that she felt herself surrounded on all sides by the acrid scent of old age and tobacco, which she had known so long.
The little princess had grown stouter during this time, but her eyes and her short, downy, smiling lip lifted when she began to speak just as merrily and prettily as ever.
The two women let go of one another, and then, as if afraid of being too late, seized each other's hands, kissing them and pulling them away, and again began kissing each other on the face, and then to Prince Andrew's surprise both began to cry and kissed again.
Mademoiselle Bourienne also began to cry.
She brought her face close to her sister-in-law's and unexpectedly again began to cry.
Prince Andrew, seeing that his father insisted, began--at first reluctantly, but gradually with more and more animation, and from habit changing unconsciously from Russian to French as he went on--to explain the plan of operation for the coming campaign.
The old man began to sing, in the cracked voice of old age: Malbrook s'en va-t-en guerre.
The prince asked her about her father, and she began to smile and talk.
Besides he began by attacking Germans.
Since the world began everybody has beaten the Germans.
And the prince began explaining all the blunders which, according to him, Bonaparte had made in his campaigns and even in politics.
He signed with a flourish and suddenly turning to his son began to laugh.
A drummer, their leader, turned round facing the singers, and flourishing his arm, began a long-drawn-out soldiers' song, commencing with the words: "Morning dawned, the sun was rising," and concluding: "On then, brothers, on to glory, led by Father Kamenski."
Then he lifted his head, stretched his neck as if he intended to say something, but immediately, with affected indifference, began to hum to himself, producing a queer sound which immediately broke off.
As soon as you left, it began and went on.
Puckering up his face though smiling, and showing his short strong teeth, he began with stubby fingers of both hands to ruffle up his thick tangled black hair.
Rostov took the money and, mechanically arranging the old and new coins in separate piles, began counting them.
Rostov, his eyes avoiding Denisov, began buttoning his coat, buckled on his saber, and put on his cap.
He was glad, and at the same instant began to pity the miserable man who stood before him, but the task he had begun had to be completed.
Every muscle of Telyanin's pale, terrified face began to quiver, his eyes still shifted from side to side but with a downward look not rising to Rostov's face, and his sobs were audible.
I'm not to blame that the conversation began in the presence of other officers.
The staff captain's voice began to tremble.
Denisov began to laugh.
In a moment the men came running gaily from their campfires and began loading.
Everyone got up and began watching the movements of our troops below, as plainly visible as if but a stone's throw away, and the movements of the approaching enemy farther off.
Then the clang of hoofs, as of several horses galloping, resounded on the planks of the bridge, and the squadron, officers in front and men four abreast, spread across the bridge and began to emerge on his side of it.
The hussars began carefully aligning their horses.
Four men seized the hussar and began lifting him.
At that instant the sun began to hide behind the clouds, and other stretchers came into view before Rostov.
Then he began to imagine that the Russians were running away and that he himself was killed, but he quickly roused himself with a feeling of joy, as if learning afresh that this was not so but that on the contrary the French had run away.
He took the dispatch which was addressed to him and began to read it with a mournful expression.
He began to laugh.
"La femme est la compagne de l'homme," * announced Prince Hippolyte, and began looking through a lorgnette at his elevated legs.
He sat down beside Hippolyte and wrinkling his forehead began talking to him about politics.
"The Berlin cabinet cannot express a feeling of alliance," began Hippolyte gazing round with importance at the others, "without expressing... as in its last note... you understand...
Before the conversation began Prince Andrew was struck by the fact that the Emperor seemed confused and blushed as if not knowing what to say.
"I cannot inform Your Majesty at what o'clock the battle began at the front, but at Durrenstein, where I was, our attack began after five in the afternoon," replied Bolkonski growing more animated and expecting that he would have a chance to give a reliable account, which he had ready in his mind, of all he knew and had seen.
Then the Russian ambassador took him by the shoulder, led him to the window, and began to talk to him.
His hitherto puckered brow became smooth as a sign of pleasure, and with a slight smile he began to examine his nails.
Prince Andrew stopped and began examining the position.
"Bonaparte..." began Dolokhov, but the Frenchman interrupted him.
"Very good!" said Bagration in reply to the officer's report, and began deliberately to examine the whole battlefield extended before him.
Prince Bagration, having reached the highest point of our right flank, began riding downhill to where the roll of musketry was heard but where on account of the smoke nothing could be seen.
They began to meet wounded men.
All he knew was that at the commencement of the action balls and shells began flying all over his regiment and hitting men and that afterwards someone had shouted "Cavalry!" and our men had begun firing.
While he was speaking, the curtain of smoke that had concealed the hollow, driven by a rising wind, began to move from right to left as if drawn by an invisible hand, and the hill opposite, with the French moving about on it, opened out before them.
Having reached the left flank, instead of going to the front where the firing was, he began to look for the general and his staff where they could not possibly be, and so did not deliver the order.
The horses' croups began to sway in the front line.
The French columns that had advanced beyond the village went back; but as though in revenge for this failure, the enemy placed ten guns to the right of the village and began firing them at Tushin's battery.
When having limbered up the only two cannon that remained uninjured out of the four, they began moving down the hill (one shattered gun and one unicorn were left behind), Prince Andrew rode up to Tushin.
The whole moving mass began pressing closer together and a report spread that they were ordered to halt: evidently those in front had halted.
He was always hearing such words as: "With your remarkable kindness," or, "With your excellent heart," "You are yourself so honorable Count," or, "Were he as clever as you," and so on, till he began sincerely to believe in his own exceptional kindness and extraordinary intelligence, the more so as in the depth of his heart it had always seemed to him that he really was very kind and intelligent.
From that day the eldest princess quite changed toward Pierre and began knitting a striped scarf for him.
This rescript began with the words: "Sergey Kuzmich, From all sides reports reach me," etc.
The guests began to disperse, some without taking leave of Helene.
But, as he had to say something, he began by asking her whether she was satisfied with the party.
"The step must be taken but I cannot, I cannot!" thought Pierre, and he again began speaking about indifferent matters, about Sergey Kuzmich, asking what the point of the story was as he had not heard it properly.
Prince Bolkonski sat down in his usual place in the corner of the sofa and, drawing up an armchair for Prince Vasili, pointed to it and began questioning him about political affairs and news.
The old prince knew that if he told his daughter she was making a mistake and that Anatole meant to flirt with Mademoiselle Bourienne, Princess Mary's self-esteem would be wounded and his point (not to be parted from her) would be gained, so pacifying himself with this thought, he called Tikhon and began to undress.
"Ah, my dear, my dear!" he began, rising and taking her by both hands.
On receiving it, he ran on tiptoe to his study in alarm and haste, trying to escape notice, closed the door, and began to read the letter.
Each time that these hints began to make the countess anxious and she glanced uneasily at the count and at Anna Mikhaylovna, the latter very adroitly turned the conversation to insignificant matters.
She rushed to Sonya, hugged her, and began to cry.
Rostov took the letter and, throwing the money on the sofa, put both arms on the table and began to read.
This pleased Rostov and he began talking about it, and as he went on became more and more animated.
When the Emperor had passed nearly all the regiments, the troops began a ceremonial march past him, and Rostov on Bedouin, recently purchased from Denisov, rode past too, at the rear of his squadron--that is, alone and in full view of the Emperor.
When the review was over, the newly arrived officers, and also Kutuzov's, collected in groups and began to talk about the awards, about the Austrians and their uniforms, about their lines, about Bonaparte, and how badly the latter would fare now, especially if the Essen corps arrived and Prussia took our side.
Next day, the army began its campaign, and up to the very battle of Austerlitz, Boris was unable to see either Prince Andrew or Dolgorukov again and remained for a while with the Ismaylov regiment.
He was breathless with agitation, his face was red, and when he heard some French spoken he at once began speaking to the officers, addressing first one, then another.
All began to run and bustle, and Rostov saw coming up the road behind him several riders with white plumes in their hats.
Rostov saw how the Emperor's rather round shoulders shuddered as if a cold shiver had run down them, how his left foot began convulsively tapping the horse's side with the spur, and how the well-trained horse looked round unconcerned and did not stir.
In the highest army circles from midday on the nineteenth, a great, excitedly bustling activity began which lasted till the morning of the twentieth, when the memorable battle of Austerlitz was fought.
As soon as Prince Andrew began to demonstrate the defects of the latter and the merits of his own plan, Prince Dolgorukov ceased to listen to him and gazed absent-mindedly not at the map, but at Prince Andrew's face.
Weyrother, with the gesture of a man too busy to lose a moment, glanced at Kutuzov and, having convinced himself that he was asleep, took up a paper and in a loud, monotonous voice began to read out the dispositions for the impending battle, under a heading which he also read out:
They began as follows:
When the reading which lasted more than an hour was over, Langeron again brought his snuffbox to rest and, without looking at Weyrother or at anyone in particular, began to say how difficult it was to carry out such a plan in which the enemy's position was assumed to be known, whereas it was perhaps not known, since the enemy was in movement.
He thought of her pregnancy and felt sorry for her and for himself, and in a nervously emotional and softened mood he went out of the hut in which he was billeted with Nesvitski and began to walk up and down before it.
As soon as an Austrian officer showed himself near a commanding officer's quarters, the regiment began to move: the soldiers ran from the fires, thrust their pipes into their boots, their bags into the carts, got their muskets ready, and formed rank.
And the feeling of energy with which the troops had started began to turn into vexation and anger at the stupid arrangements and at the Germans.
In this way the action began for the first, second, and third columns, which had gone down into the valley.
When the soldiers of the regiment in front of which Kutuzov was standing began to shout, he rode a little to one side and looked round with a frown.
The troops again began to move, and two battalions of the Novgorod and one of the Apsheron regiment went forward past the Emperor.
And at this as if at a command, everyone began to run.
He could see nothing more, for immediately afterwards cannon began firing from somewhere and smoke enveloped everything.
"Can you imagine it?" and he began describing how the Guards, having taken up their position and seeing troops before them, thought they were Austrians, and all at once discovered from the cannon balls discharged by those troops that they were themselves in the front line and had unexpectedly to go into action.
Having left that soldier who was evidently drunk, Rostov stopped the horse of a batman or groom of some important personage and began to question him.
Crowds of soldiers from the dam began running onto the frozen pond.
Sonya ran away, but Natasha, taking her brother's arm, led him into the sitting room, where they began talking.
But after a while, just as a jury comes out of its room, the bigwigs who guided the club's opinion reappeared, and everybody began speaking clearly and definitely.
Reasons were found for the incredible, unheard- of, and impossible event of a Russian defeat, everything became clear, and in all corners of Moscow the same things began to be said.
Bagration seemed to say, and, fixing his weary eyes on the paper, began to read them with a fixed and serious expression.
But the author himself took the verses and began reading them aloud.
He was just going to take it when Dolokhov, leaning across, snatched it from his hand and began reading it.
"Plea..." began Dolokhov, but could not at first pronounce the word.
Pierre, hardly restraining his sobs, began running toward Dolokhov and was about to cross the space between the barriers, when Dolokhov cried:
Several times in the course of the morning Princess Mary began trying to prepare her sister-in-law, and every time began to cry.
She looked at Princess Mary, then sat thinking for a while with that expression of attention to something within her that is only seen in pregnant women, and suddenly began to cry.
And the little princess began to cry capriciously like a suffering child and to wring her little hands even with some affectation.
Princess Mary took a book and began reading.
The pangs began again and Mary Bogdanovna advised Prince Andrew to leave the room.
They began talking in whispers, but their talk broke off at every moment.
He began pacing the room.
Then suddenly he realized the joyful significance of that wail; tears choked him, and leaning his elbows on the window sill be began to cry, sobbing like a child.
He was standing close to the door and as soon as it opened his rough old arms closed like a vise round his son's neck, and without a word he began to sob like a child.
Dolokhov, who did not usually care for the society of ladies, began to come often to the house, and the question for whose sake he came (though no one spoke of it) was soon settled.
He tried to say, "That's capital; of course she'll forget her childish promises and accept the offer," but before he had time to say it Natasha began again.
Dolokhov began to deal seriously.
Nicholas went to her, kissed her hand, and sitting down silently at her table began to watch her hands arranging the cards.
Nicholas began pacing up and down the room.
The old count cast down his eyes on hearing his son's words and began bustlingly searching for something.
She began to sob aloud.
Without undressing, he lay down on the leather sofa in front of a round table, put his big feet in their overboots on the table, and began to reflect.
The postmaster came in and began obsequiously to beg his excellency to wait only two hours, when, come what might, he would let his excellency have the courier horses.
He began reading about the sufferings and virtuous struggles of a certain Emilie de Mansfeld.
Pierre began to feel a sense of uneasiness, and the need, even the inevitability, of entering into conversation with this stranger.
"He exists, but to understand Him is hard," the Mason began again, looking not at Pierre but straight before him, and turning the leaves of his book with his old hands which from excitement he could not keep still.
"Can he really be going away leaving me alone without having told me all, and without promising to help me?" thought Pierre, rising with downcast head; and he began to pace the room, glancing occasionally at the Mason.
The traveler, having packed his things with his practiced hands, began fastening his coat.
"In that case..." began Willarski, but Pierre interrupted him.
The Rhetor cleared his throat, crossed his gloved hands on his breast, and began to speak.
Pierre hurriedly began taking off his right boot also and was going to tuck up the other trouser leg to save this stranger the trouble, but the Mason told him that was not necessary and gave him a slipper for his left foot.
Pierre gradually began to recover himself and looked about at the room and at the people in it.
Pierre himself grew still more confused, blushed like a child till tears came to his eyes, began looking about him uneasily, and an awkward pause followed.
This silence was broken by one of the brethren, who led Pierre up to the rug and began reading to him from a manuscript book an explanation of all the figures on it: the sun, the moon, a hammer, a plumb line, a trowel, a rough stone and a squared stone, a pillar, three windows, and so on.
The Grand Master began reading the statutes.
Anna Pavlovna waited for him to go on, but as he seemed quite decided to say no more she began to tell of how at Potsdam the impious Bonaparte had stolen the sword of Frederick the Great.
"It is the sword of Frederick the Great which I..." she began, but Hippolyte interrupted her with the words: "Le Roi de Prusse..." and again, as soon as all turned toward him, excused himself and said no more.
Partly because of the depressing memories associated with Bald Hills, partly because Prince Andrew did not always feel equal to bearing with his father's peculiarities, and partly because he needed solitude, Prince Andrew made use of Bogucharovo, began building and spent most of his time there.
Princess Mary shrugged her shoulders but took the glass submissively and calling the nurse began giving the medicine.
Opening them mechanically he began reading.
And he began reading Bilibin's letter which was written in French.
At first Prince Andrew read with his eyes only, but after a while, in spite of himself (although he knew how far it was safe to trust Bilibin), what he had read began to interest him more and more.
The latter began to feel that it was in bad taste to speak of his enthusiasms, dreams, and hopes of happiness or goodness, in Prince Andrew's presence.
Pierre began, but Prince Andrew interrupted him.
"And love of one's neighbor, and self-sacrifice?" began Pierre.
You lived for yourself and say you nearly ruined your life and only found happiness when you began living for others.
And I have become calmer since I began to live only for myself.
Pierre suddenly began, lowering his head and looking like a bull about to charge, why do you think so?
And he began to explain Freemasonry as he understood it to Prince Andrew.
Though outwardly he continued to live in the same old way, inwardly he began a new life.
And you who have a son! she began, her pallor suddenly turning to a vivid red.
She got up and, almost crying, began to arrange her wallet.
The old prince went up to him and began to talk business.
When Pierre had gone and the members of the household met together, they began to express their opinions of him as people always do after a new acquaintance has left, but as seldom happens, no one said anything but what was good of him.
Denisov patted him on the shoulder and began rapidly pacing the room without looking at Rostov, as was his way at moments of deep feeling.
"I get there," began Denisov.
"Why, this one seems..." he began, turning to the assistant.
He became animated when he began reading his paper and specially drew Rostov's attention to the stinging rejoinders he made to his enemies.
His hospital companions, who had gathered round Rostov--a fresh arrival from the world outside--gradually began to disperse as soon as Denisov began reading his answer.
Rostov, in dismay, began justifying himself, but seeing the kindly, jocular face of the general, he took him aside and in an excited voice told him the whole affair, asking him to intercede for Denisov, whom the general knew.
Bonaparte meanwhile began taking the glove off his small white hand, tore it in doing so, and threw it away.
On entering the forest the horses began to snort and sweated visibly.
And this movement of reconstruction of which Prince Andrew had a vague idea, and Speranski its chief promoter, began to interest him so keenly that the question of the army regulations quickly receded to a secondary place in his consciousness.
I began the service from the lower grade.
"I think, however, that these condemnations have some ground," returned Prince Andrew, trying to resist Speranski's influence, of which he began to be conscious.
"Si vous envisagez la question sous ce point de vue," * he began, pronouncing French with evident difficulty, and speaking even slower than in Russian but quite calmly.
Amid the turmoil of his activities and distractions, however, Pierre at the end of a year began to feel that the more firmly he tried to rest upon it, the more masonic ground on which he stood gave way under him.
Pierre began to feel dissatisfied with what he was doing.
After the usual ceremonies Pierre rose and began his address.
"Dear Brothers," he began, blushing and stammering, with a written speech in his hand, "it is not sufficient to observe our mysteries in the seclusion of our lodge--we must act--act!
Pierre raised his notebook and began to read.
The Grand Master began answering him, and Pierre began developing his views with more and more warmth.
Afterwards Boris Drubetskoy came and began relating various adventures.
I began to throttle it with my hands.
Scarcely had I torn it off before another, a bigger one, began biting me.
I stepped on it, but it bent and gave way and I began to clamber up a fence which I could scarcely reach with my hands.
He was telling me something, and I wished to show him my sensibility, and not listening to what he was saying I began picturing to myself the condition of my inner man and the grace of God sanctifying me.
Boris made up his mind to avoid meeting Natasha, but despite that resolution he called again a few days later and began calling often and spending whole days at the Rostovs'.
Natasha jumped on it, sank into the feather bed, rolled over to the wall, and began snuggling up the bedclothes as she settled down, raising her knees to her chin, kicking out and laughing almost inaudibly, now covering herself up head and all, and now peeping at her mother.
Natasha began putting on the dress.
Suddenly everybody stirred, began talking, and pressed forward and then back, and between the two rows, which separated, the Emperor entered to the sounds of music that had immediately struck up.
The men began to choose partners and take their places for the polonaise.
Hardly had he got rid of his hat before he ran into Prince Andrew's room with a preoccupied air and at once began talking.
Stolypin, stuttering, broke into the conversation and began excitedly talking of the abuses that existed under the former order of things--threatening to give a serious turn to the conversation.
In the midst of a conversation that was started about Napoleon's Spanish affairs, which they all agreed in approving, Prince Andrew began to express a contrary opinion.
When he reached home Prince Andrew began thinking of his life in Petersburg during those last four months as if it were something new.
After dinner Natasha, at Prince Andrew's request, went to the clavichord and began singing.
And for the first time for a very long while he began making happy plans for the future.
Pierre disturbed the symmetry by moving a chair for himself, and Berg and Vera immediately began their evening party, interrupting each other in their efforts to entertain their guest.
Vera, having decided in her own mind that Pierre ought to be entertained with conversation about the French embassy, at once began accordingly.
Vera, having noticed Prince Andrew's attentions to Natasha, decided that at a party, a real evening party, subtle allusions to the tender passion were absolutely necessary and, seizing a moment when Prince Andrew was alone, began a conversation with him about feelings in general and about her sister.
"Oh, undoubtedly!" said Prince Andrew, and with sudden and unnatural liveliness he began chaffing Pierre about the need to be very careful with his fifty-year-old Moscow cousins, and in the midst of these jesting remarks he rose, taking Pierre by the arm, and drew him aside.
But at that moment Berg came to Pierre and began insisting that he should take part in an argument between the general and the colonel on the affairs in Spain.
Once she came to her mother, tried to say something, and suddenly began to cry.
The countess began to soothe Natasha, who after first listening to her mother's words, suddenly interrupted her:
Having finished her morning tea she went to the ballroom, which she particularly liked for its loud resonance, and began singing her solfeggio.
Things are nice as it is, she said to herself, and she began walking up and down the room, not stepping simply on the resounding parquet but treading with each step from the heel to the toe (she had on a new and favorite pair of shoes) and listening to the regular tap of the heel and creak of the toe as gladly as she had to the sounds of her own voice.
"It is long since we had the pleasure..." began the countess, but Prince Andrew interrupted her by answering her intended question, obviously in haste to say what he had to.
"Your offer..." she began at last sedately.
Then she sighed loudly and, catching her breath more and more quickly, began to sob.
Prince Andrew began to explain to her the reasons for this delay.
From that day Prince Andrew began to frequent the Rostovs' as Natasha's affianced lover.
Once she began questioning him about his son.
After the rapture of meeting, and after that odd feeling of unsatisfied expectation--the feeling that "everything is just the same, so why did I hurry?"--Nicholas began to settle down in his old home world.
It was frosty and the air was sharp, but toward evening the sky became overcast and it began to thaw.
Another borzoi, a dog, catching sight of his master from the garden path, arched his back and, rushing headlong toward the porch with lifted tail, began rubbing himself against his legs.
I was sure of it," began "Uncle."
After listening a few moments in silence, the count and his attendant convinced themselves that the hounds had separated into two packs: the sound of the larger pack, eagerly giving tongue, began to die away in the distance, the other pack rushed by the wood past the count, and it was with this that Daniel's voice was heard calling ulyulyu.
Now they drew close to the fox which began to dodge between the field in sharper and sharper curves, trailing its brush, when suddenly a strange white borzoi dashed in followed by a black one, and everything was in confusion; the borzois formed a star-shaped figure, scarcely swaying their bodies and with tails turned away from the center of the group.
From behind Erza rushed the broad- haunched, black-spotted Milka and began rapidly gaining on the hare.
When, much later, "Uncle" rode up to Nicholas and began talking to him, he felt flattered that, after what had happened, "Uncle" deigned to speak to him.
He took the guitar a little above the fingerboard, arching his left elbow with a somewhat theatrical gesture, and, with a wink at Anisya Fedorovna, struck a single chord, pure and sonorous, and then quietly, smoothly, and confidently began playing in very slow time, not My Lady, but the well-known song: Came a maiden down the street.
The tune, played with precision and in exact time, began to thrill in the hearts of Nicholas and Natasha, arousing in them the same kind of sober mirth as radiated from Anisya Fedorovna's whole being.
She began to cry.
Natasha was still as much in love with her betrothed, found the same comfort in that love, and was still as ready to throw herself into all the pleasures of life as before; but at the end of the fourth month of their separation she began to have fits of depression which she could not master.
And do you remember how we rolled hard-boiled eggs in the ballroom, and suddenly two old women began spinning round on the carpet?
Dimmler began to play; Natasha went on tiptoe noiselessly to the table, took up a candle, carried it out, and returned, seating herself quietly in her former place.
Standing as usual in the middle of the hall and choosing the place where the resonance was best, Natasha began to sing her mother's favorite song.
When they came out onto the beaten highroad--polished by sleigh runners and cut up by rough-shod hoofs, the marks of which were visible in the moonlight--the horses began to tug at the reins of their own accord and increased their pace.
And shouting to his horses, he began to pass the first sleigh.
Nicholas began to draw ahead.
They did not answer but began to laugh.
Pelageya Danilovna began to recognize the mummers, admired their cleverly contrived costumes, and particularly how they suited the young ladies, and she thanked them all for having entertained her so well.
She began blinking rapidly and moved away from the looking glasses.
Sonya sat down before the glasses, got the right position, and began looking.
Natasha began, and without replying to Sonya's words of comfort she got into bed, and long after her candle was out lay open-eyed and motionless, gazing at the moonlight through the frosty windowpanes.
He ceased keeping a diary, avoided the company of the Brothers, began going to the club again, drank a great deal, and came once more in touch with the bachelor sets, leading such a life that the Countess Helene thought it necessary to speak severely to him about it.
On coming home, while his valets were still taking off his things, he picked up a book and began to read.
After dinner, when the footman handed coffee and from habit began with the princess, the prince suddenly grew furious, threw his stick at Philip, and instantly gave instructions to have him conscripted for the army.
At first she heard only Metivier's voice, then her father's, then both voices began speaking at the same time, the door was flung open, and on the threshold appeared the handsome figure of the terrified Metivier with his shock of black hair, and the prince in his dressing gown and fez, his face distorted with fury and the pupils of his eyes rolled downwards.
He began speaking louder, evidently to be heard by everyone.
Boris began, wishing to sting her; but at that instant the galling thought occurred to him that he might have to leave Moscow without having accomplished his aim, and have vainly wasted his efforts--which was a thing he never allowed to happen.
Mademoiselle Bourienne was the first to recover herself after this apparition and began speaking about the prince's indisposition.
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.
Natasha too began to look at it.
They sang together and everyone in the theater began clapping and shouting, while the man and woman on the stage--who represented lovers-- began smiling, spreading out their arms, and bowing.
And feeling the bright light that flooded the whole place and the warm air heated by the crowd, Natasha little by little began to pass into a state of intoxication she had not experienced for a long while.
Shinshin, lowering his voice, began to tell the count of some intrigue of Kuragin's in Moscow, and Natasha tried to overhear it just because he had said she was "charmante."
In the stalls everyone began moving about, going out and coming in.
Anatole went up to him and began speaking to him, looking at and indicating the Rostovs' box.
They began waving their arms.
When the second act was over Countess Bezukhova rose, turned to the Rostovs' box--her whole bosom completely exposed--beckoned the old count with a gloved finger, and paying no attention to those who had entered her box began talking to him with an amiable smile.
She sang something mournfully, addressing the queen, but the king waved his arm severely, and men and women with bare legs came in from both sides and began dancing all together.
Then the violins played very shrilly and merrily and one of the women with thick bare legs and thin arms, separating from the others, went behind the wings, adjusted her bodice, returned to the middle of the stage, and began jumping and striking one foot rapidly against the other.
Everybody in the stalls, boxes, and galleries began clapping and shouting with all their might, and the man stopped and began smiling and bowing to all sides.
Then the king again shouted to the sound of music, and they all began singing.
As soon as she began to think of him, the recollection of the old prince, of Princess Mary, of the theater, and of Kuragin mingled with her thoughts.
In the drawing room people began arranging the chairs and taking their seats.
Everyone got up and began to move about and talk, dressmakers came again.
That's awful... and to escape from these dreadful thoughts she went to Sonya and began sorting patterns with her.
Sonya began watching her friend still more attentively and noticed that at dinner and all that evening Natasha was in a strange and unnatural state.
She answered questions at random, began sentences she did not finish, and laughed at everything.
After taking a turn along the Podnovinski Boulevard, Balaga began to rein in, and turning back drew up at the crossing of the old Konyusheny Street.
"Natalya Ilynichna," Pierre began, dropping his eyes with a feeling of pity for her and loathing for the thing he had to do, "whether it is true or not should make no difference to you, because..."
"Both true and untrue," Pierre began; but Prince Andrew interrupted him.
"Peter Kirilovich," she began rapidly, "Prince Bolkonski was your friend--is your friend," she corrected herself.
She began to cry and a still greater sense of pity, tenderness, and love welled up in Pierre.
On the twelfth of June, 1812, the forces of Western Europe crossed the Russian frontier and war began, that is, an event took place opposed to human reason and to human nature.
Seeing, on the other side, some Cossacks (les Cosaques) and the wide- spreading steppes in the midst of which lay the holy city of Moscow (Moscou, la ville sainte), the capital of a realm such as the Scythia into which Alexander the Great had marched--Napoleon unexpectedly, and contrary alike to strategic and diplomatic considerations, ordered an advance, and the next day his army began to cross the Niemen.
As the mazurka began, Boris saw that Adjutant General Balashev, one of those in closest attendance on the Emperor, went up to him and contrary to court etiquette stood near him while he was talking to a Polish lady.
The noncommissioned officer began talking with his comrades about regimental matters without looking at the Russian general.
As soon as the King began to speak loud and fast his royal dignity instantly forsook him, and without noticing it he passed into his natural tone of good-natured familiarity.
He dismounted, took Balashev's arm, and moving a few steps away from his suite, which waited respectfully, began to pace up and down with him, trying to speak significantly.
And he began clearly and concisely to explain his reasons for dissatisfaction with the Russian government.
When Napoleon, having finished speaking, looked inquiringly at the Russian envoy, Balashev began a speech he had prepared long before: Sire!
Balashev recovered himself and began to speak.
Without moving from where he stood he began speaking in a louder tone and more hurriedly than before.
Napoleon turned quickly and began to pace the room.
Balashev began to feel uncomfortable: as envoy he feared to demean his dignity and felt the necessity of replying; but, as a man, he shrank before the transport of groundless wrath that had evidently seized Napoleon.
In the evening, when Prince Andrew went to him and, trying to rouse him, began to tell him of the young Count Kamensky's campaign, the old prince began unexpectedly to talk about Princess Mary, blaming her for her superstitions and her dislike of Mademoiselle Bourienne, who, he said, was the only person really attached to him.
And he began explaining why he could not put up with his daughter's unreasonable character.
The boy, curly- headed like his mother and glowing with health, sat on his knee, and Prince Andrew began telling him the story of Bluebeard, but fell into a reverie without finishing the story.
As soon as she began to speak of that, her lips trembled and her tears began to fall.
Prince Andrew turned away and began pacing the room.
And giving her no further reply, he began thinking of the glad vindictive moment when he would meet Kuragin who he knew was now in the army.
"Be he what he may" (they always began like that), "he is an honest, practical man and we have nobody better.
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:
Paulucci, who did not know German, began questioning him in French.
Mary Hendrikhovna assented and began looking for the spoon which someone meanwhile had pounced on.
Still laughing and talking, the officers began hurriedly getting ready and again boiled some muddy water in the samovar.
The horses began to lather and the men to flush.
On seeing the hussars, the foremost began to turn, while those behind began to halt.
Natasha's grief began to be overlaid by the impressions of daily life, it ceased to press so painfully on her heart, it gradually faded into the past, and she began to recover physically.
"Lord God of might, God of our salvation!" began the priest in that voice, clear, not grandiloquent but mild, in which only the Slav clergy read and which acts so irresistibly on a Russian heart.
But latterly, when more and more disquieting reports came from the seat of war and Natasha's health began to improve and she no longer aroused in him the former feeling of careful pity, an ever- increasing restlessness, which he could not explain, took possession of him.
Tears suddenly rose in her eyes, she turned away, lifted her music before her eyes, began singing again, and again began walking up and down the room.
Pierre began feeling in his pockets for the papers, but could not find them.
Natasha began resolutely and suddenly stopped.
As he approached the Kremlin he even began to avoid being crushed and resolutely stuck out his elbows in a menacing way.
After standing some time in the gateway, Petya tried to move forward in front of the others without waiting for all the carriages to pass, and he began resolutely working his way with his elbows, but the woman just in front of him, who was the first against whom he directed his efforts, angrily shouted at him:
"Anybody can shove," said the footman, and also began working his elbows to such effect that he pushed Petya into a very filthy corner of the gateway.
The crowd ran after the Emperor, followed him to the palace, and began to disperse.
Seeing this the Emperor had a plateful of biscuits brought him and began throwing them down from the balcony.
The Emperor went in, and after that the greater part of the crowd began to disperse.
Evidently accustomed to managing debates and to maintaining an argument, he began in low but distinct tones:
Their chairs made a scraping noise as the gentlemen who had conferred rose with apparent relief, and began walking up and down, arm in arm, to stretch their legs and converse in couples.
"But, Prince," Dessalles began timidly, "the letter mentions Vitebsk...."
With the help of a footman Tikhon brought in the bedstead and began putting it up.
But the Governor did not finish: a dusty perspiring officer ran into the room and began to say something in French.
"Go," he said, nodding his head to Alpatych, and began questioning the officer.
Toward dusk the cannonade began to subside.
Prince Andrew without replying took out a notebook and raising his knee began writing in pencil on a page he tore out.
Then, vexed at his own weakness, he turned away and began to report on the position of affairs.
Napoleon told him to ride by his side and began questioning him.
Then his lips and tongue moved, sounds came, and he began to speak, gazing timidly and imploringly at her, evidently afraid that she might not understand.
He made a mumbling sound in confirmation of this, took her hand, and began pressing it to different parts of his breast as if trying to find the right place for it.
"Thank you... daughter dear!... for all, for all... forgive!... thank you!... forgive!... thank you!..." and tears began to flow from his eyes.
And he began to sob, and again tears flowed from his eyes.
When she had left the room the prince again began speaking about his son, about the war, and about the Emperor, angrily twitching his brows and raising his hoarse voice, and then he had a second and final stroke.
Hundreds of peasants, among them the Bogucharovo folk, suddenly began selling their cattle and moving in whole families toward the southeast.
She softly approached Princess Mary, sighed, kissed her, and immediately began to cry.
Mademoiselle Bourienne at once began crying again and kissed that hand, speaking of the princess' sorrow and making herself a partner in it.
Princess Mary read the paper, and her face began to quiver with stifled sobs.
"Dronushka," she said, regarding as a sure friend this Dronushka who always used to bring a special kind of gingerbread from his visit to the fair at Vyazma every year and smilingly offer it to her, "Dronushka, now since our misfortune..." she began, but could not go on.
She began asking Dron about the peasants' needs and what there was in Bogucharovo that belonged to the landlord.
But again the sense that she represented her father and her brother gave her courage, and she boldly began her speech.
The silence began to oppress the princess and she tried to catch someone's eye.
Toward midnight the voices began to subside, a cock crowed, the full moon began to show from behind the lime trees, a fresh white dewy mist began to rise, and stillness reigned over the village and the house.
I remember how he began speaking to him about Lise as if she were alive--he had forgotten she was dead--and Tikhon reminded him that she was no more, and he shouted, 'Fool!'
"Dear-est!" she repeated, and began sobbing, with tears that relieved her soul.
At the moment when Rostov and Ilyin were galloping along the road, Princess Mary, despite the dissuasions of Alpatych, her nurse, and the maids, had given orders to harness and intended to start, but when the cavalrymen were espied they were taken for Frenchmen, the coachman ran away, and the women in the house began to wail.
When she began to tell him that all this had happened the day after her father's funeral, her voice trembled.
She suddenly began to cry.
You begrudged your lump of a son," a little old man suddenly began attacking Dron-- "and so they took my Vanka to be shaved for a soldier!
"We don't riot, we're following the orders," declared Karp, and at that moment several voices began speaking together.
The men obediently came out of the crowd and began taking off their belts.
And in fact two more peasants began binding Dron, who took off his own belt and handed it to them, as if to aid them.
"All our stupidity, Yakov Alpatych," came the answers, and the crowd began at once to disperse through the village.
He began explaining his plan to Prince Andrew.
Denisov rose and began gesticulating as he explained his plan to Bolkonski.
He took a pack of cards that lay on the table and began to lay them out for a game of patience.
You take everything so to heart, said Pierre, and began laying out his cards for patience.
The stout man rose, frowned, shrugged his shoulders, and evidently trying to appear firm began to pull on his jacket without looking about him, but suddenly his lips trembled and he began to cry, in the way full-blooded grown-up men cry, though angry with himself for doing so.
In the crowd people began talking loudly, to stifle their feelings of pity as it seemed to Pierre.
"Eh, mounseer, Russian sauce seems to be sour to a Frenchman... sets his teeth on edge!" said a wrinkled clerk who was standing behind Pierre, when the Frenchman began to cry.
Some people began to laugh, others continued to watch in dismay the executioner who was undressing the other man.
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.
They'll be here in a minute... voices were suddenly heard saying; and officers, soldiers, and militiamen began running forward along the road.
And as often happens with old people, Kutuzov began looking about absent-mindedly as if forgetting all he wanted to say or do.
Bennigsen spoke to a general who approached him, and began explaining the whole position of our troops.
He rose quickly, went out of the shed, and began to walk about.
"One thing I would do if I had the power," he began again, "I would not take prisoners.
He paced up and down a few times in silence, but his eyes glittered feverishly and his lips quivered as he began speaking.
Prince Andrew jumped up as if someone had burned him, and again began pacing up and down in front of the shed.
Having ordered punch and summoned de Beausset, he began to talk to him about Paris and about some changes he meant to make in the Empress' household, surprising the prefect by his memory of minute details relating to the court.
Projectiles began to fall still more frequently in the battery.
The battle began on both sides with a cannonade from several hundred guns.
He descended the knoll and began walking up and down before it.
Napoleon rose and having summoned Caulaincourt and Berthier began talking to them about matters unconnected with the battle.
Having dismounted he went up to the Emperor with rapid strides and in a loud voice began boldly demonstrating the necessity of sending reinforcements.
Belliard began talking loudly and eagerly to the generals of the suite around him.
"Sire, the prince..." began the adjutant.
The adjutant bent his head affirmatively and began to report, but the Emperor turned from him, took a couple of steps, stopped, came back, and called Berthier.
Clouds gathered and drops of rain began to fall on the dead and wounded, on the frightened, exhausted, and hesitating men, as if to say: Enough, men!
To the men of both sides alike, worn out by want of food and rest, it began equally to appear doubtful whether they should continue to slaughter one another; all the faces expressed hesitation, and the question arose in every soul: For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?...
"Let us understand one another, Countess," said he with a smile, and began refuting his spiritual daughter's arguments.
In the middle of the night three soldiers, having brought some firewood, settled down near him and began lighting a fire.
Pierre sat down by the fire and began eating the mash, as they called the food in the cauldron, and he thought it more delicious than any food he had ever tasted.
Pierre took it and began reading.
She began to think she would never live to see such happiness.
The cart in which the officer lay was turned into the Rostovs' yard, and dozens of carts with wounded men began at the invitation of the townsfolk to turn into the yards and to draw up at the entrances of the houses in Povarskaya Street.
And Natasha began rapidly taking out of the case dishes and plates wrapped in paper.
And Natasha began rapidly and deftly sorting out the things.
She turned everything out and began quickly repacking, deciding that the inferior Russian carpets and unnecessary crockery should not be taken at all.
The countess began to cry.
The news that carts were to be had spread to the neighboring houses, from which wounded men began to come into the Rostovs' yard.
The countess put her arms around Sonya and began to cry.
Then Efim deliberately doffed his hat and began crossing himself.
"There will be another battle tomorrow..." he began, but Natasha interrupted him.
When the crowd collected round him he seemed confused, but at the demand of the tall lad who had pushed his way up to him, he began in a rather tremulous voice to read the sheet from the beginning.
When they reached the Myasnitski Street and could no longer hear the shouts of the mob, the count began to repent.
Many other victims have perished and are perishing for the public good--and he began thinking of his social duties to his family and to the city entrusted to him, and of himself--not himself as Theodore Vasilyevich Rostopchin (he fancied that Theodore Vasilyevich Rostopchin was sacrificing himself for the public good) but himself as governor, the representative of authority and of the Tsar.
Since the world began and men have killed one another no one has ever committed such a crime against his fellow man without comforting himself with this same idea.
And strange to say, the Governor of Moscow, the proud Count Rostopchin, took up a Cossack whip and went to the bridge where he began with shouts to drive on the carts that blocked the way.
One of the Russians understood what was asked and several voices at once began answering the interpreter.
The French entered the gates and began pitching their camp in the Senate Square.
As soon as the men of the various regiments began to disperse among the wealthy and deserted houses, the army was lost forever and there came into being something nondescript, neither citizens nor soldiers but what are known as marauders.
And then the Emperor... he began, but Pierre interrupted him.
"Yes, my dear friend," he began, "such is fortune's caprice.
"Oh, women, women!" and the captain, looking with glistening eyes at Pierre, began talking of love and of his love affairs.
He began to explain that he understood love for a women somewhat differently.
The glow of the first fire that began on the second of September was watched from the various roads by the fugitive Muscovites and by the retreating troops, with many different feelings.
The countess, on hearing that Moscow was on fire, began to cry.
I'll lie down at once, said Natasha, and began hurriedly undressing, tugging at the tapes of her petticoat.
The doctor promised to procure it for him and began to ask how he was feeling.
The doctor and valet lifted the cloak with which he was covered and, making wry faces at the noisome smell of mortifying flesh that came from the wound, began examining that dreadful place.
With a rapid but careful movement Natasha drew nearer to him on her knees and, taking his hand carefully, bent her face over it and began kissing it, just touching it lightly with her lips.
"Forgive me for what I ha-ve do-ne!" faltered Natasha in a scarcely audible, broken whisper, and began kissing his hand more rapidly, just touching it with her lips.
But seeing a stranger the sickly, scrofulous-looking child, unattractively like her mother, began to yell and run away.
The little barefooted Frenchman in the blue coat went up to the Armenians and, saying something, immediately seized the old man by his legs and the old man at once began pulling off his boots.
"Give her back to them, give her back!" he almost shouted, putting the child, who began screaming, on the ground, and again looking at the Frenchman and the Armenian family.
The Emperor began to breathe heavily and rapidly, his lower lip trembled, and tears instantly appeared in his fine blue eyes.
"Ah, Nikita Ivanych!" cried Nicholas, rising politely, and as if wishing Nikita Ivanych to share his joke, he began to tell him of his intention to elope with a blonde lady.
"Do you know, dear boy," began the governor's wife with a serious expression on her kind little face, "that really would be the match for you: would you like me to arrange it?"
Malvintseva expressed approval, and the governor's wife began to speak of Rostov in Mary's presence, praising him and telling how he had blushed when Princess Mary's name was mentioned.
With a movement full of dignity and grace she half rose with a smile of pleasure, held out her slender, delicate hand to him, and began to speak in a voice in which for the first time new deep womanly notes vibrated.
Nicholas also noticed that look and, as if understanding it, flushed with pleasure and began to kiss the boy with good natured playfulness.
"Oh, that would be so dread..." she began and, prevented by agitation from finishing, she bent her head with a movement as graceful as everything she did in his presence and, looking up at him gratefully, went out, following her aunt.
Softened by memories of Princess Mary he began to pray as he had not done for a long time.
As soon as Pierre began to say anything that did not fit in with that aim, the channel was removed and the water could flow to waste.
Davout brightened up at the news the adjutant brought, and began buttoning up his uniform.
When they began to blindfold him he himself adjusted the knot which hurt the back of his head; then when they propped him against the bloodstained post, he leaned back and, not being comfortable in that position, straightened himself, adjusted his feet, and leaned back again more comfortably.
The soldiers dragged it awkwardly from the post and began pushing it into the pit.
The crowd of Russians and Frenchmen began to disperse.
He thanked the soldier and began to eat.
"Well, I think you must be sleepy," said he, and began rapidly crossing himself and repeating:
And Pierre began to feel in the same way toward Karataev.
When he began to speak he seemed not to know how he would conclude.
She ran to meet her, embraced her, and began to cry on her shoulder.
"How..." she began her question but stopped short.
When Princess Mary began to cry, he understood that she was crying at the thought that little Nicholas would be left without a father.
He understood it completely, and, leaving the room without crying, went silently up to Natasha who had come out with him and looked shyly at her with his beautiful, thoughtful eyes, then his uplifted, rosy upper lip trembled and leaning his head against her he began to cry.
And joyful and agitating thoughts began to occupy his mind.
He began to doze.
Gradually, unnoticed, all these persons began to disappear and a single question, that of the closed door, superseded all else.
If the position of the Russian army really began to improve from the time of that march, it does not at all follow that the march was the cause of it.
The tightly coiled spring was released, the clock began to whirr and the chimes to play.
Kutuzov began, but checked himself immediately and sent for a senior officer.
They disappeared into the forest, and Count Orlov-Denisov, having seen Grekov off, returned, shivering from the freshness of the early dawn and excited by what he had undertaken on his own responsibility, and began looking at the enemy camp, now just visible in the deceptive light of dawn and the dying campfires.
The French, not being farther pursued, began to recover themselves: they formed into detachments and began firing.
As always happens the men, starting cheerfully, began to halt; murmurs were heard, there was a sense of confusion, and finally a backward movement.
Excited and vexed by the failure and supposing that someone must be responsible for it, Toll galloped up to the commander of the corps and began upbraiding him severely, saying that he ought to be shot.
It began to run away only when suddenly seized by a panic caused by the capture of transport trains on the Smolensk road, and by the battle of Tarutino.
The French evacuation began on the night between the sixth and seventh of October: kitchens and sheds were dismantled, carts loaded, and troops and baggage trains started.
But even as he spoke he began to doubt whether this was the corporal he knew or a stranger, so unlike himself did the corporal seem at that moment.
Thirty thousand devils!... the convoy guards began cursing and the French soldiers, with fresh virulence, drove away with their swords the crowd of prisoners who were gazing at the dead man.
During the hour Pierre watched them they all came flowing from the different streets with one and the same desire to get on quickly; they all jostled one another, began to grow angry and to fight, white teeth gleamed, brows frowned, ever the same words of abuse flew from side to side, and all the faces bore the same swaggeringly resolute and coldly cruel expression that had struck Pierre that morning on the corporal's face when the drums were beating.
They marched very quickly, without resting, and halted only when the sun began to set.
The baggage carts drew up close together and the men began to prepare for their night's rest.
The orderly had gone in before him and began waking somebody.
When the flight of the French army along the Smolensk road became well defined, what Konovnitsyn had foreseen on the night of the eleventh of October began to occur.
After the burning of Smolensk a war began which did not follow any previous traditions of war.
The so-called partisan war began with the entry of the French into Smolensk.
Denisov then relieved him from drudgery and began taking him with him when he went out on expeditions and had him enrolled among the Cossacks.
Petya took off his wet clothes, gave them to be dried, and at once began helping the officers to fix up the dinner table.
He took off his wet felt cloak in a corner of the room, and without greeting anyone went up to Denisov and began questioning him about the matter in hand.
Dolokhov, as if he had not heard the question, did not reply, but lighting a short French pipe which he took from his pocket began asking the officer in how far the road before them was safe from Cossacks.
But Dolokhov restarted the conversation which had dropped and began putting direct questions as to how many men there were in the battalion, how many battalions, and how many prisoners.
Petya's eyes began to close and he swayed a little.
Each instrument--now resembling a violin and now a horn, but better and clearer than violin or horn--played its own part, and before it had finished the melody merged with another instrument that began almost the same air, and then with a third and a fourth; and they all blended into one and again became separate and again blended, now into solemn church music, now into something dazzlingly brilliant and triumphant.
And they began telling what each was suffering for, and how they had sinned against God.
He asked all about it and his heart began to ache.
The paper arrived and they began to look for the old man.
A paper has come from the Tsar!' so they began looking for him," here Karataev's lower jaw trembled, "but God had already forgiven him--he was dead!
Behind him, where Karataev had been sitting, the dog began to howl.
"And Plat-" he began, but did not finish.
But after a four days' halt the mob, with no maneuvers or plans, again began running along the beaten track, neither to the right nor to the left but along the old--the worst--road, through Krasnoe and Orsha.
Natasha remained alone and, from the time Princess Mary began making preparations for departure, held aloof from her too.
He noticed her watching him, raised his eyes, and began to speak seriously:
Suddenly she sat up with unaccustomed swiftness, glanced vacantly around her, and seeing Natasha began to press her daughter's head with all her strength.
And embracing her daughter, the countess began to weep for the first time.
And Natasha, embracing her, began kissing her face and hands, making Princess Mary feel shy but happy by this demonstration of her feelings.
Beginning with the battle of Borodino, from which time his disagreement with those about him began, he alone said that the battle of Borodino was a victory, and repeated this both verbally and in his dispatches and reports up to the time of his death.
Kutuzov was silent for a few seconds and then, submitting with evident reluctance to the duty imposed by his position, raised his head and began to speak.
All day it had been calm and frosty with occasional lightly falling snow and toward evening it began to clear.
Like some huge many-limbed animal, the regiment began to prepare its lair and its food.
All stood silent, and a soft, pleasant velvety voice began to sing.
When they were out of the village they began talking again as loud as before, interlarding their talk with the same aimless expletives.
This was because all who began to grow depressed or who lost strength were sifted out of the army day by day.
The handsome young soldier who had brought the wood, setting his arms akimbo, began stamping his cold feet rapidly and deftly on the spot where he stood.
The conversation flagged, and the soldiers began settling down to sleep.
The stars, as if knowing that no one was looking at them, began to disport themselves in the dark sky: now flaring up, now vanishing, now trembling, they were busy whispering something gladsome and mysterious to one another.
But plundering by the Russians, with which the reoccupation of the city began, had an opposite effect: the longer it continued and the greater the number of people taking part in it the more rapidly was the wealth of the city and its regular life restored.
Tradesmen began trading in booths.
Princess Mary--reluctantly as is usual in such cases--began telling of the condition in which she had found Prince Andrew.
She blushed, pressed her clasped hands on her knees, and then controlling herself with an evident effort lifted her head and began to speak rapidly.
"What I have certainly gained is freedom," he began seriously, but did not continue, noticing that this theme was too egotistic.
Pierre began to tell about Karataev, but paused.
Suddenly Natasha bent her head, covered her face with her hands, and began to cry.
Princess Mary, foreseeing no end to this, rose first, and complaining of a headache began to say good night.
I don't know when I began to love her, but I have loved her and her alone all my life, and I love her so that I cannot imagine life without her.
But noticing the grieved expression on Princess Mary's face she guessed the reason of that sadness and suddenly began to cry.
When Pierre and his wife had left, he grew very quiet and began to complain of depression.
Excuse me, good-by! and suddenly she began to cry and was hurrying from the room.
When Nicholas first began farming and began to understand its different branches, it was the serf who especially attracted his attention.
The moment Nicholas took her hand she could no longer restrain herself and began to cry.
And smoothing his hair he began to pace the room.
Countess Mary listened till he had finished, made some remark, and in her turn began thinking aloud.
Once or twice Pierre was carried away and began to speak of these things, but Nicholas and Natasha always brought him back to the health of Prince Ivan and Countess Mary Alexeevna.
"Why this," began Pierre, not sitting down but pacing the room, sometimes stopping short, gesticulating, and lisping: "the position in Petersburg is this: the Emperor does not look into anything.
Pierre smiled, Natasha began to laugh, but Nicholas knitted his brows still more and began proving to Pierre that there was no prospect of any great change and that all the danger he spoke of existed only in his imagination.
But you also say that our oath of allegiance is a conditional matter, and to that I reply: 'You are my best friend, as you know, but if you formed a secret society and began working against the government- -be it what it may--I know it is my duty to obey the government.
Then I took the matter in hand: I left him alone and began with nurse's help to get the other children up, telling him that I did not love him.
Afterwards in the evening when I gave him his ticket, he again began crying piteously and kissing me.
We began disputing--Pierre and I--and I lost my temper.
And with an eager face Nicholas began to speak of the possibility of repurchasing Otradnoe before long, and added: "Another ten years of life and I shall leave the children... in an excellent position."
What will become of us if she dies, as I always fear when her face is like that? thought he, and placing himself before the icon he began to say his evening prayers.
Natasha and Pierre, left alone, also began to talk as only a husband and wife can talk, that is, with extraordinary clearness and rapidity, understanding and expressing each other's thoughts in ways contrary to all rules of logic, without premises, deductions, or conclusions, and in a quite peculiar way.
You won't escape!--from that moment this conversation began, contrary to all the laws of logic and contrary to them because quite different subjects were talked about at one and the same time.
"You know how much I..." he began to soften down what he had said; but Natasha interrupted him to show that this was unnecessary.
While you were talking in the study I was looking at you, Natasha began, evidently anxious to disperse the cloud that had come over them.
Then suddenly turning to one another at the same time they both began to speak.
Suddenly the threads that moved them began to slacken and become entangled and it grew difficult to move.
And suddenly his bosom heaved with sobs and he began to cry.
At the end of the eighteenth century there were a couple of dozen men in Paris who began to talk about all men being free and equal.
In 1807 he suddenly made friends with him, but in 1811 they again quarreled and again began killing many people.
For reasons known or unknown to us the French began to drown and kill one another.
Katie sighed as she began pealing the potato.
Together they went to the kitchen and began putting the food in serving bowls.
A slow song began as he moved toward her.
Finding no one there, she relaxed and began fixing breakfast.
But Jim was ready for them, and when he saw them coming he turned his heels toward them and began kicking out as hard as he could.
Also I began to make balloon ascensions.
"He's a vegetarian," remarked the Tiger, as the horse began to munch the clover.
Coriolanus began at once to make ready for war against Rome.
I was like that ship before my education began, only I was without compass or sounding-line, and had no way of knowing how near the harbour was.
A sentimental reformer in architecture, he began at the cornice, not at the foundation.
The Emperor ceased speaking, the crowd began pressing round him, and rapturous exclamations were heard from all sides.
At that moment the pitiful wailing of women was heard from different sides, the frightened baby began to cry, and people crowded silently with pale faces round the cook.
To her surprise, color began to invade his dark features.
This all began to change in the twentieth century for a variety of reasons.
When a Christmas waltz began, a warm hand gripped her elbow.
"Jonathan," Alex began gently, but Señor Medena interrupted him.
Suddenly strong fingers began working her shoulder muscles, delightfully descending to the muscles on either side of her spine.
As April slipped into May and the last threat of frost passed, she began planting them in the garden.
The work was rewarding, though, as the house began to take on a homey atmosphere.
Soon I felt the need of some communication with others and began to make crude signs.
Then he got into the buggy again and took the reins, and the horse at once backed away from the tree, turned slowly around, and began to trot down the sandy road which was just visible in the dim light.