Don't worry about it.
Why don't we go out for supper tonight - just us and the kids?
They don't scare us much.
Don't forget your manners.
We don't need miniaturization to go to infinitely small, just really, really small.
We simply don't understand how it can be so.
I don't know why he is so secretive.
"You want your mother, don't you?" said Mrs. Jacquot.
I don't know what you mean.
"I don't know," she answered.
Don't you remember how the Champion escaped them by shouting his battle-cry?
But I think it's important that we're both aware of what's going on, don't you?
I don't remember ever feeling underdressed, though.
I don't see why it matters.
With skin cancer, like all diseases, over time some people get better and some people get worse, and often we really don't know why.
I don't know how many times or how many ways I can say I'm sorry.
Don't forget them, for I may have to eat them, after all.
Don't joke; I mean to have a serious talk with you.
"Don't tell him I am here," he said softly.
Why is it good when you adopt a baby that isn't yours, but bad if it's yours and you don't give birth to it?
He's a lot like his father - in a LOT of ways, but don't tell him that.
Some people's bodies break in ways that we don't understand.
I understand when they have an emergency and you're handy, but surely they don't have emergencies all the time.
You don't have to go to the trouble.
I don't use history to predict the future, like some talisman that lets me pick winning lottery numbers (don't I wish).
I don't think she has any special tenderness for them--I have never seen her caress them; but she dresses and undresses them many times during the day and handles them exactly as she has seen her mother and the nurse handle her baby sister.
I don't think anyone was timing me.
But you don't believe us.
You have studied all this, I don't doubt, since you have practised vocal speaking.
I don't however intend to give up Latin and Greek entirely.
"Mr. Randolph," answered the innkeeper, "you have paid your bill and don't owe me a cent.
No, don't distress yourself...
I don't know if he is actually trying to hide things, or simply doesn't know how to initiate the subject.
I don't want to put the girls out of a home.
Don't let me die!
I don't have anything formal.
But don't let us worry over such things, Zeb; we can't help ourselves just now, you know, and I've always been told it's foolish to borrow trouble.
But don't be afraid.
"You don't understand why I say this," he continued, "but it is the whole story of life.
"No, no, I don't want anything!" he shouted.
Speak to him; I can do nothing, nothing, and don't want to....
I don't want to bond with a child only to have it taken away.
Don't tell me he's never mentioned me.
One way to do that is to make sure they don't have all the facts.
Don't look at me with such surprise.
No, don't marry, my dear fellow; don't marry! concluded Prince Andrew.
Though I don't agree with the gentleman...
"No, don't!" he exclaimed with a frown.
So tell them that I shall await a reply till the tenth, and if by the tenth I don't receive news that they have all got away I shall have to throw up everything and come myself to Bald Hills.
Don't talk nonsense to me.
Only, for God's sake, Princess dear, have them sent away and don't go out to them.
I don't want her to wake up in a strange room and not be able to find us.
We accept that they don't, but we still want to feel welcome.
"We don't know," was the answer, "but we saw her tracks down there by the brook.
But sometimes it is hard to tell them apart when we don't have an offline frame of reference.
But at a certain point, you don't need any more, and the technology is mature.
It will do things you don't expect a house to do.
Beyond Robin Hood: Why radical approaches to wealth redistribution don't work History has witnessed numerous attempts, through radical methods, to raise up the poor by extracting wealth from the rich.
Indeed, I am heartily glad that I don't know all that is being said and written about Helen and myself.
I don't like him, she added in a tone admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows.
How is it that we women don't want anything of the kind, don't need it?
Don't let those devils get it! he cried, taking some bags of flour himself and throwing them into the street.
I don't want any of them!
They say they don't agree to leave Bogucharovo as you ordered.
"I don't understand your why, Count," she continued, "but it's hard for me...
You say that everything here is rotten and that an overthrow is coming: I don't see it.
I don't want you to start feeling neglected.
Carmen, don't bother to cook.
Don't you feel overwhelmed by it? she asked Alex.
Why don't you put her on the bed in their room?
I don't want a shadow hanging over him.
Are you sure you don't want me to take her?
I don't want to spoil them - or anyone else to spoil them.
I know they don't like me.
But I don't know anything about dressing or acting like a lady.
Do me a favor and don't listen to Dulce.
Don't be angry, honey.
Every woman should have her princess moment, don't you think?
I don't see Tessa right now.
That way you don't have to taste it.
I don't like it when you're rough like that.
I don't think of it that way.
Why don't they inherit?
You know that, don't you?
I don't see how that's any different than you trying to protect me.
I am in the middle of it right now - only I don't know what I'm in the middle of.
If you don't remember where you buried the bone, it isn't going to be much help when you get hungry later.
"There, you don't need that now," Alex said gently.
"I don't know why you didn't just undress me when you put me in bed," she said.
I know, we've been all through this before - but I still don't understand.
You don't have to worry, he added bitterly.
"I don't need one," she snapped over her shoulder, and then slid the patio door shut behind her.
I don't have the money to do anything right now.
"I don't know," answered the boy, looking around him curiously.
"Why don't you walk down?" asked Eureka.
"I don't know," said Zeb, who was still confused.
"We don't have to prove it," answered Dorothy, indignantly.
He won't need to destroy ME, for if I don't get something to eat pretty soon I shall starve to death, and so save him the trouble.
"You don't need milk, Eureka," remarked Dorothy; "you are big enough now to eat any kind of food."
I don't believe you are a Wizard at all!
"Don't know," said Dorothy, "but it must have been humbug."
"Don't worry," Dorothy murmured, soothingly, "I'll not let the kitten hurt you."
"I don't like these veg'table people," said the little girl.
"The Princess is lovely to look at," continued Dorothy, thoughtfully; "but I don't care much for her, after all.
"Don't be rough!" he would call out, if Eureka knocked over one of the round, fat piglets with her paw; but the pigs never minded, and enjoyed the sport very greatly.
"We don't want to get invis'ble," answered the girl.
"I don't know," Dorothy answered; "but it would hurt me dre'fully to lose you."
Still, I don't care to drag any passengers.
"And that's just what I shall do if you don't let those little balls of pork alone," said Jim, glaring at the kitten with his round, big eyes.
"I've always loved the piglets," she said; "but they don't love me."
If you behave, and don't scare the little pigs, I'm sure they'll grow very fond of you.
"Never mind; we can't turn back," said Dorothy; "and we don't intend to stay there, anyhow."
"Oh, I don't know," purred Eureka, smoothing her ruffled fur with her paw; "we didn't manage to hurt anybody, and nobody managed to hurt us."
Just you light out and make for that rock, Jim; and don't waste any time about it, either.
But their bodies don't seem very big.
We don't wish to be eaten by such awful beasts.
"Never mind," said Zeb, "we don't want to get back, anyhow."
Folks don't fall into the middle of the earth and then get back again to tell of their adventures--not in real life.
But don't you lose heart, Jim, for I'm sure this isn't the end of our story, by any means.
"I don't believe we'll realize anything, when it comes to that," remarked Dorothy, who had been deep in thought.
"Don't worry, dear," Dorothy exclaimed, "I'll hold you in my arms, and take you with me."
"Don't worry," replied the girl.
Fetch it on, but don't cook it, as you value your life.
So don't let us keep it waiting a single minute.
"I don't know, I'm sure," replied the Sawhorse.
"I don't b'lieve Eureka would do such a dreadful thing!" cried Dorothy, much distressed.
"Don't be impudent, Eureka," admonished Dorothy.
But don't try to make out I'm too innocent to eat a fat piglet if I could do it and not be found out.
"Don't be foolish," advised the Tin Woodman, "or you may be sorry for it."
I don't know what to think.
But I don't want a sidesaddle.
I don't dispute the cliché, "Those who do not know history are doomed to repeat it."
Sure, but we don't need that from the technology.
We don't need our computers to be infinitely fast, just a whole lot faster than they are today.
We don't need bandwidth to be instant, just nearly instant.
We look at antique furniture today and say, "Man, they sure don't make stuff as good as they used to."
The reason for this is what I call "The You Don't Know What to Ask Problem."
Certainly, you don't want the whole world to know where you were last night.
GNP and "standard of living" measurements don't capture this.
Now, don't get me wrong.
Don't get me wrong: Privacy issues in the future will be thorny to work through.
When we consider the costs of all the wrong decisions ever made—a calculation I don't even know how to approach—we will think of it as a diminishing problem receding into the past.
I do not know and certainly don't want to try to prove to you that the future will be like that.
Now, you don't know if the radishes make the people get better or if something that makes people crave radishes also beats back skin cancer.
We don't yet know what it all does.
We just don't know how to capture it efficiently.
What we don't know is how to capture it.
I don't mean that in a motivational poster kind of way but in a literal sense: Failures (and what we learn from them) will help build the energy solutions for our future.
Well, scarcity is just another word for "we don't know how to get it."
Someday the computer program will lose its job, although I don't know to what.
The burger flippers don't add $1,000 of value.
But what if a machine did everything people really don't want to do?
Don't get me wrong: I love technology.
And when I say robots, I don't mean androids, which are people-shaped machines doing the work of people.
But in terms of wanting to converse with robots at an emotional level, I just don't see it.
Nanotechnology will give us metals that don't bend, or bend and yet remember their original shape.
That could be true, but I don't think so, for reasons laid out in the chapter on scarcity.
Where I come from the term is "thievery," but believe it or not, they don't call it that.
In fact, we don't simply buy more government, but we give it a disproportionate amount of our increased income.
Three centuries later, it became a hereditary right and came with a daily ration of two pounds of bread ("Hey, you don't expect us to cook the free grain, do you?") and occasionally included meat, olive oil, and salt.
The people in Alaska who get the checks don't work for them.
When I talk about this future, a future in which machines will do more and more of the work people do now, I always get some variant of the same question: What about the people who lose their jobs to machines and don't have any other skills?
But sadly, other people don't think his work is any good.
They don't really worry about whether playing polo or building orphanages or any other chosen pursuit can pay the bills, because they don't need it to pay the bills.
I don't think so, and I'll explain why with another thought experiment.
The problem is that the poor don't have enough money to afford the food.
In the lean years, harvests are small and farmers sometimes don't even produce enough to have surplus to sell.
Then again, don't the fat years make up for all this?
As nice as it would be for the Japan strategy to work in the developing world, I don't think these countries can count on it.
Farmers don't optimize per plant but per farm.
We don't fault, at the first order, Native Americans or Norman Borlaug for cross-breeding better corn or wheat.
They should be advocating that genetically modified crops be created not because it would result in better looking strawberries, but because GM crops don't require fertilizer or pesticides.
Don't limit it just to plants.
Weigh that against the certainty that nearly a billion people are hungry right now and I don't know why we would decline to acquire this knowledge.
Why don't we make seeds better than they are now?
As Nobel laureate Amartya Sen has noted, democracies don't have famines.
If politicians are demonstrably good at one thing, it is getting elected, and people who are starving don't normally re-elect their representatives.
I don't recall ever being in a department store, drinking from the water fountain, and having the staff look at me disapprovingly because I was running up the water bill.
We just don't want to badly enough.
I outline forty-five different ways this will happen—surely enough that even if you don't agree with them all, you will still have plenty of reason to be optimistic.
(I don't personally see how a chicken, in any situation, can have dignity.
Why don't we just decide to stop?
Well, there are a lot of reasons we don't get along.
As we get better at killing, we don't seem less likely to.
I don't believe that.
Even if you don't accept this, try to accept that war is financially disadvantageous to 99 percent of the business owners in the country and that this is new and meaningful.
I don't think this is likely, though.
For instance, if you have a Facebook friend Abigail in Albania whom you only met once at a rock-paper-scissors competition years ago, you will generally regard Abigail's first-hand account as authoritative, even though you don't really know Abigail all that well.
Maybe you don't think this deserves its own point.
I don't think local customs and national characteristics will go away.
The final ten cover a range of topics that don't fit neatly elsewhere.
We don't simply have more video screens; we now have an infinitude of broadcasters.
We don't find ourselves endlessly returning to their work again and again.
But with rare exceptions, we simply don't train our brains to do this particular task.
I don't want that.
I don't think there is an extensible life-lesson here.
Many technological problems I don't address in this book, but I believe technology will provide solutions for those also.
However, I don't think finding these solutions means an end to all our troubles.
But a world without want and without disease, a world with opportunity for all, is a world where getting along—even when we don't see eye to eye—is going to be a good bit easier.
I don't agree with him; but I suppose we shall have to leave our little bower very soon.
And I don't intend that the lesson she has learned at the cost of so much pain and trouble shall be unlearned.
But don't imagine that she "talks fluently."
No, I don't want any more kindergarten materials.
But in this case I don't think I made a mistake.
I don't know who had the best time, the monkeys, Helen or the spectators.
Of course I don't try to explain everything.
I don't know what I should have done, had some of the young people not learned to talk with her.
I don't like either the one or the other.
I don't understand, said he.
"I don't understand it," replied Prince Andrew.
Women who are comme il faut, that's a different matter; but the Kuragins' set of women, 'women and wine' I don't understand!
"You don't say so!" replied the countess.
"I have already told you, Papa," said his son, "that if you don't wish to let me go, I'll stay.
I don't like you to talk like that.
Don't you want to?
Yes, I am, but please don't let us do like that....
Don't you see you are not wanted here?
We don't interfere with you and Berg.
Don't I know that at the rate we are living our means won't last long?
But don't let's talk about me; tell me how you managed everything.
I don't mind what they think of me.
Would you believe it, I have literally not a penny and don't know how to equip Boris.
You don't recognize me?
Of course you don't know me.
"I don't understand, Mamma--what is his attitude to Pierre?" asked the son.
Don't you wish to serve me?
But mind, don't bring me such tattered and dirty notes as last time, but nice clean ones for the countess.
But, don't be uneasy, he added, noticing that the count was beginning to breathe heavily and quickly which was always a sign of approaching anger.
"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.
I have four sons in the army but still I don't fret.
I don't like ice cream.
Sonya, don't believe her, darling!
I don't quite remember how, but don't you remember that it could all be arranged and how nice it all was?
"Don't you cry, Sonya, dear love, darling Sonya!" and she kissed her and laughed.
If you don't believe me, then believe an expert.
I never wanted anything and I don't now.
I don't want anything, Prince.
Ah, don't talk to me!
"I don't even know what is in this paper," said the younger of the two ladies, addressing Prince Vasili and pointing to an inlaid portfolio she held in her hand.
"Why don't you speak, cousin?" suddenly shrieked the princess so loud that those in the drawing room heard her and were startled.
You don't know what you are doing.
I don't want to have you like our silly ladies.
I don't interfere with anyone's belief...
As for the past two years people have amused themselves by finding husbands for me (most of whom I don't even know), the matchmaking chronicles of Moscow now speak of me as the future Countess Bezukhova.
I don't know what you will think of it, but I consider it my duty to let you know of it.
Though I don't know what your opinion will be, answered the princess joyfully.
"You think I'm an old man and don't understand the present state of affairs?" concluded his father.
I don't sleep at night.
Don't forget that she has grown up and been educated in society, and so her position now is not a rosy one.
"You live in the country and don't think the life terrible," he replied.
I don't want any other life, and can't, for I know no other.
"I don't like your Mademoiselle Bourienne at all," said Prince Andrew.
To tell the truth, I don't need her, and she's even in my way.
As Sterne says: 'We don't love people so much for the good they have done us, as for the good we have done them.'
I don't understand how a man of his immense intellect can fail to see what is as clear as day, and can go so far astray.
Don't judge Lise harshly, she began.
But why this is so I don't know...
"I don't understand!" said Prince Andrew.
Don't be afraid; I won't tell anyone, but you know it yourself.
"Listen!" said he; "don't worry about your wife: what can be done shall be.
I don't know, General....
Well, why don't you speak?
And Kutuzov smiled in a way that seemed to say, You are quite at liberty not to believe me and I don't even care whether you do or not, but you have no grounds for telling me so.
Don't you understand that either we are officers serving our Tsar and our country, rejoicing in the successes and grieving at the misfortunes of our common cause, or we are merely lackeys who care nothing for their master's business.
I don't like that fellow, he said, regardless of the quartermaster's presence.
"You see, my fwiend," he said, "we sleep when we don't love.
"Don't like bowwowing from my own fellows, I don't," growled Denisov.
"Don't like bowwowing from my own fellows, I don't," growled Denisov.
"And I tell you, don't you dahe to do it!" shouted Denisov, rushing at the cadet to restrain him.
Count!... Don't ruin a young fellow... here is this wretched money, take it...
"Don't touch me," said Rostov, drawing back.
We don't see it like that.
You're quick at taking offense, but you don't mind disgracing the whole regiment!
Don't you see the general wants to pass?
"They don't even give one time to dwink!" answered Vaska Denisov.
"Don't kick up the dust, you infantry!" jested an hussar whose prancing horse had splashed mud over some foot soldiers.
Don't you see the skirmishers are retreating?
"I don't myself know 'to who,'" replied the cornet in a serious tone, "but the prince told me to 'go and tell the colonel that the hussars must return quickly and fire the bridge.'"
See if I don't get promoted to a sublieutenancy.
So don't be surprised if not only the Minister of War but also his Most August Majesty the Emperor and King Francis is not much delighted by your victory.
"Really I don't care about that, I don't care at all," said Prince Andrew, beginning to understand that his news of the battle before Krems was really of small importance in view of such events as the fall of Austria's capital.
Murat, seeing that all is lost if the sergeant is allowed to speak, turns to Auersperg with feigned astonishment (he is a true Gascon) and says: 'I don't recognize the world-famous Austrian discipline, if you allow a subordinate to address you like that!'
Don't you see it's a woman? said Prince Andrew riding up to the officer.
The officers don't keep them in hand.
"Thank you very much, I will go on alone," said Prince Andrew, wishing to rid himself of this staff officer's company, "please don't trouble yourself further."
I don't vish to destroy my men for your pleasure!
"Now then, Matvevna, dear old lady, don't let me down!" he was saying as he moved from the gun, when a strange, unfamiliar voice called above his head: "Captain Tushin!
"I... don't..." he muttered, holding up two fingers to his cap.
"You don't mind your honor?" he asked Tushin.
I don't know where... such bad luck!
Don't you think so?
That's a good thing, but don't move from Prince Vasili's.
Don't be angry with me for exercising an old woman's privilege.
"Don't be unkind," cried Anna Pavlovna from her end of the table holding up a threatening finger.
Why his son is coming I don't understand.
I don't want him.
"If anyone finds this silence inconvenient, let him talk, but I don't want to," he seemed to say.
And don't I see that that idiot had eyes only for Bourienne--I shall have to get rid of her.
I don't wish to marry, she answered positively, glancing at Prince Vasili and at her father with her beautiful eyes.
But I don't remember Boris.
I don't remember him a bit.
You don't remember Boris? asked Sonya in surprise.
It's not that I don't remember--I know what he is like, but not as I remember Nikolenka.
Well, I don't know.
"Don't come in," she said to the old count who was following her.
Do go somewhere, anywhere... to the devil!" he exclaimed, and immediately seizing him by the shoulder and looking amiably into his face, evidently wishing to soften the rudeness of his words, he added, "Don't be hurt, my dear fellow; you know I speak from my heart as to an old acquaintance."
Oh, don't mention it, Count!
And at every word he added: "But don't hurt my little horse!" and stroked the animal.
"But don't hurt my little horse!" said the Alsatian good-naturedly to Rostov when the animal was handed over to the hussar.
"Denisov, don't make fun of it!" cried Rostov.
No, you don't understand!
"Well then," Prince Andrew answered himself, "I don't know what will happen and don't want to know, and can't, but if I want this--want glory, want to be known to men, want to be loved by them, it is not my fault that I want it and want nothing but that and live only for that.
Why, don't you hear it?
They were there this evening, but now I don't know, your excellency.
They don't know their own country! said another.
They don't themselves know what they are doing! said the officer and rode off.
"How it will be there I don't know, but all will be well!" thought Rostov.
I don't think Ilya drives anyone except the Tsar!
Mind now, don't forget to put out my new coat, added Rostov, fingering his new mustache.
She, if she loves anyone, does it for life, but I don't understand that, I forget quickly.
I don't think about him or anyone else, and I don't want anything of the kind.
Only don't tell anyone.
"No, but don't you think it's nice?" she kept repeating.
I don't want to marry anyone.
Don't you hear it's His Majesty the Emperor's health?
"Why don't you renew the acquaintance?" said Dolokhov to Rostov.
I don't matter, but I have killed her, killed...
Don't speak to me...
"No matter, Princess, don't be alarmed," said Mary Bogdanovna.
I don't care a straw about anyone but those I love; but those I love, I love so that I would give my life for them, and the others I'd throttle if they stood in my way.
But you don't understand it.
I don't know how to put it... with this one everything is calculated, and I don't like that.
Well, I don't know about that, but I am uncomfortable with him.
Do you know, Nicholas--don't be angry--but I know you will not marry her.
"Now you don't know that at all!" said Nicholas.
"Nicholas, don't tell me that!" she said.
Don't say that to me!
Don't you wecollect what bad use I made of your lessons?
"Why don't you play?" he asked.
"Still, don't ruin yourself!" said Dolokhov with a side glance at Rostov as he continued to deal.
Don't be cross, dear!
I don't know how I'm to say it.
"I have hundreds of rubles I don't know what to do with, and she stands in her tattered cloak looking timidly at me," he thought.
"But if for reason you don't feel inclined to talk to me," said the old man, "say so, my dear sir."
"I don't understand," he said, "how it is that the mind of man cannot attain the knowledge of which you speak."
Don't mention him before her--please don't!
"Andrew, don't!" said Princess Mary.
I don't understand how one can live with such ideas.
I had such moments myself not long ago, in Moscow and when traveling, but at such times I collapsed so that I don't live at all--everything seems hateful to me... myself most of all.
Then I don't eat, don't wash... and how is it with you?...
If they are beaten, flogged, or sent to Siberia, I don't suppose they are any the worse off.
You see a reign of goodness and truth on earth, but I don't see it.
She looked at him with her beautiful radiant eyes and seemed to say, "I like you very much, but please don't laugh at my people."
Don't tell him, Pelageya.
Oh, don't speak so, master!
I'd sleep a bit and then again go and kiss the relics, and there was such peace all around, such blessedness, that one don't want to come out, even into the light of heaven again.
Others don't notice it, but I see it.
"I have given the order again and again, your honor, but they don't obey," answered the quartermaster.
Prussian doctors have been invited here, but our allies don't like it at all.
"Only don't blame me!" the doctor shouted up after him.
Tushin, Tushin, don't you remember, who gave you a lift at Schon Grabern?
So you don't want to do anything?
Boris doesn't want to help me and I don't want to ask him.
I don't want one.
"There's one thing I don't understand," he continued.
Don't say it--I know.
Because he is young, because he is poor, because he is a relation... and because you yourself don't love him.
Speak, Mamma, why don't you say anything?
No, Mamma, don't speak to him!
"Don't laugh, stop!" cried Natasha.
Natasha continued: Don't you really understand?
Don't you see the plumes?... was whispered among the crowd.
"Don't do it without me!" called Natasha.
Don't come in, Papa! she cried to her father as he opened the door--speaking from under the filmy skirt which still covered her whole face.
But don't be late, Count, if I may venture to ask; about ten minutes to eight, please.
"Yes," answered Vera, "I don't at all want that.
Le cousinage est un dangereux voisinage. * Don't you think so?
For heaven's sake don't ask me anything now!
Why don't you speak?
"Don't talk rubbish..." said Prince Andrew, smiling and looking into Pierre's eyes.
I don't think, and don't want to think about it!
And I don't at all want to get married.
I don't want... to be tormented?
"You don't at all understand," she said.
And don't attach importance to her being so bright: that's because she's living through the last days of her girlhood, but I know what she is like every time we receive a letter from him!
Well, I don't like Anna Mikhaylovna and I don't like Boris, but they were our friends and poor.
"We ought to go, don't you think so?" said Nicholas.
But don't go overriding the hounds," said "Uncle" sternly.
"A good thing too, little countess," said "Uncle," "only mind you don't fall off your horse," he added, "because--that's it, come on!--you've nothing to hold on to."
Mind and don't let her slip!
"I don't understand," continued Ilagin, "how some sportsmen can be so jealous about game and dogs.
(he again raised his cap to Natasha) "but as for counting skins and what one takes, I don't care about that."
Why don't you enter the service, Uncle?
"Don't dare to think about it," she said to herself, and sat down again smilingly beside "Uncle," begging him to play something more.
Don't you think so?...
"No, you have not understood me, don't let us talk about it," she replied, wiping away her tears.
Don't look at me, Mamma!
Don't look; I shall cry directly.
"No, don't... the island of Madagascar!" she said, and jumping off his back she went downstairs.
"No, I don't believe we ever were in animals," said Natasha, still in a whisper though the music had ceased.
"Mamma, I don't at all want to," replied Natasha, but all the same she rose.
"I think this used to be Natasha," thought Nicholas, "and that was Madame Schoss, but perhaps it's not, and this Circassian with the mustache I don't know, but I love her."
Only, don't look back.
"Why is it others see things and I don't?" she said.
Don't let me set eyes on you; beg her pardon!
"You don't understand?" shouted the prince, "but I do!
I don't know what is the matter with me today.
Don't take any notice-- forget what I have said!
"I don't know how to answer your question," he said, blushing without knowing why.
I really don't know what sort of girl she is; I can't analyze her at all.
She is enchanting, but what makes her so I don't know.
Don't judge by me: sleeves nowadays are this size!
Don't talk about it, Natasha.
I can't tell you, I don't know.
The whole town is singing their praises and I don't even know them!
"I don't like those fashionable churches," she said, evidently priding herself on her independence of thought.
I don't like it, it's just self-indulgence!
I don't care to have anything to do with Bezukhova and don't advise you to; however, if you've promised--go.
"I don't think so when I look at you!" said Anatole, following Natasha.
Don't say such things to me.
Don't speak to me of that!
Though I don't like letting you go, it is the best way.
"Don't talk nonsense!" cried Marya Dmitrievna.
"Don't answer like that, my good girl!" she said.
You don't know what love is....
Oh, you don't understand anything!
Don't talk nonsense, just listen! said Natasha, with momentary vexation.
Natasha, I don't believe you, you're joking!
You don't understand that.
You know Prince Andrew gave you complete freedom--if it is really so; but I don't believe it!
I don't know what the reasons are.
Don't you understand? she cried.
Natasha, I don't understand you.
I don't want anyone, I don't love anyone but him.
Don't you know that I love him? screamed Natasha.
I don't want to quarrel with you, but go, for God's sake go!
I don't think anything, only I don't understand this...
Now don't think badly of me or of him.
I don't think badly of anyone: I love and pity everybody.
I don't trust him, Natasha.
If I don't sleep for three nights I'll not leave this passage and will hold her back by force and will and not let the family be disgraced, thought she.
And don't talk to me, don't, don't.
Then, I don't know....
"I don't want to," answered Anatole continuing to smile.
Don't make jokes! cried Anatole, suddenly rolling his eyes.
You don't know what a plight he had to endure.
"You're a scoundrel and a blackguard, and I don't know what deprives me from the pleasure of smashing your head with this!" said Pierre, expressing himself so artificially because he was talking French.
"I shan't be violent, don't be afraid!" said Pierre in answer to a frightened gesture of Anatole's.
Don't you understand that it is as mean as beating an old man or a child?...
"I don't know about that, eh?" said Anatole, growing more confident as Pierre mastered his wrath.
"I don't know that and don't want to," he said, not looking at Pierre and with a slight tremor of his lower jaw, "but you have used such words to me--'mean' and so on--which as a man of honor I can't allow anyone to use."
But I don't know, said Pierre.
Now mind, don't tell her everything! said she to Pierre.
"Don't call him bad!" said Natasha.
But I don't know, don't know at all....
Don't speak to me like that.
"Then you don't consider the Emperor Alexander the aggressor?" he asked unexpectedly, with a kindly and foolish smile.
Napoleon nodded condescendingly, as if to say, I know it's your duty to say that, but you don't believe it yourself.
"If there is a point we don't see it, or it is not at all witty," their expressions seemed to say.
Don't imagine that sorrow is the work of men.
I myself don't know.
Don't make our drawing room so wet.
"Don't mess Mary Hendrikhovna's dress!" cried other voices.
But I don't want to interrupt you, he added, and was about to go to the drawing room.
"I don't know myself," Natasha answered quickly, "but I should not like to do anything you disapproved of.
You don't know how important you are to me, how much you've done for me....
"On my word, I don't know what I've done with it," he said.
I don't know, I am very far from having military tastes, but in these times no one can answer for himself.
Don't you see we're all standing still?
The nobility don't gwudge theah lives--evewy one of us will go and bwing in more wecwuits, and the sov'weign" (that was the way he referred to the Emperor) "need only say the word and we'll all die fo' him!" added the orator with animation.
And don't go to any meeting yourself, do you hear?
"But why don't you want to take it?" she asked again.
"Why don't you speak?" she inquired of a very old man who stood just in front of her leaning on his stick.
We don't want the grain.
Why don't you want to go?
"We don't riot, we're following the orders," declared Karp, and at that moment several voices began speaking together.
Be off to your houses at once, and don't let one of your voices be heard!
I don't like that way of doing things.
Don't catch up against it!
If you don't want to make me blush, please don't thank me!
"Don't go away," he added, turning to Prince Andrew, who remained in the porch and listened to the general's report.
I don't order it or allow it, but I don't exact compensation either.
* "Don't see it that way, that's the trouble."
"You don't spare anyone," said Julie Drubetskaya as she collected and pressed together a bunch of raveled lint with her thin, beringed fingers.
You don't think Moscow is in danger?
"I don't know anything about it," said Pierre.
If you don't want to do this...
I don't think this interests you?
"I don't understand what is meant by 'a skillful commander,'" replied Prince Andrew ironically.
I'm not telling it right; no, you don't understand, though he encouraged her by saying that he did understand, and he really had understood all she wanted to say.
Corvisart gave me these lozenges but they don't help at all.
"You don't seem to be used to riding, Count?" remarked the adjutant.
"Don't trouble about me," said Pierre.
"There, lads... oh, oh!" they mimicked the peasants, "they don't like it at all!"
"Yes, yes: go, dear boy, and have a look," he would say to one or another of those about him; or, "No, don't, we'd better wait!"
Ah, they don't see it! came identical shouts from the ranks all along the regiment.
You may go and kill whom you please, but I don't want to do so anymore!
But I love them, you know, and don't want to distress either of them.
* Oh, Mamma, don't talk nonsense!
You don't understand anything.
Oh, Mamma, how is it you don't understand that the Holy Father, who has the right to grant dispensations...
No, I don't want that, I don't want to see and understand that.
"I don't know if it would be allowed," replied the officer in a weak voice.
I don't understand anything about it, said the countess.
We don't expect to get him home alive!
We don't expect to get him home!
I don't consent, my dear, I don't!
Ask the countess, I don't give orders.
"If it's inconvenient, please don't," said Berg.
I don't know what.
You know I don't understand about it, said she, dropping her eyes shamefacedly.
Don't you know I can't sit like that?
Oh, don't ask me, don't ask me!
I don't know myself.
They are stuck there, wedged on the bridge, and don't move.
Don't let him go, lads!
I don't need you to tell me what to do! exclaimed Rostopchin angrily.
There, don't let us be cross, old fellow!
"Master, not here--don't understand... me, you..." said Gerasim, trying to render his words more comprehensible by contorting them.
I don't know what, that... and having uttered this compliment, he again gazed at him in silence.
Well, I don't esteem you the less for it.
I don't want any more.
"Don't, Mary Nikolievna!" said her husband to her in a low voice, evidently only to justify himself before the stranger.
You have no heart, you don't feel for your own child!
"As befits a soldier, Aunt, I don't force myself on anyone or refuse anything," he said before he had time to consider what he was saying.
But you don't suppose I'm going to get you married at once?
Why don't I pray for what I want? he suddenly thought.
Besides, I don't love her--not as I should.
"Oh, I don't know, it is all so strange," replied Sonya, clutching at her head.
"Eh, lad, don't fret!" said he, in the tender singsong caressing voice old Russian peasant women employ.
Don't fret, friend--'suffer an hour, live for an age!' that's how it is, my dear fellow.
"This is my niece," said the count, introducing Sonya--"You don't know her, Princess?"
I don't know why, but you will see what he is like.
If only they don't make me responsible for this delay!
"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.
"I don't like waking him," he said, fumbling for something.
"If we don't take it tomowwow, he'll snatch it fwom under our noses," he added.
"Don't play the fool!" said Denisov, coughing angrily.
I don't want a reward...
"You want a coffeepot, don't you?" he asked the esaul.
Don't be afraid, they won't hurt you.
Don't we know those 'receipts' of yours?
For you'll admit that if we don't know for sure how many of them there are... hundreds of lives may depend on it, while there are only two of us.
Besides, I want to go very much and certainly will go, so don't hinder me, said he.
"Don't talk Russian," said Dolokhov in a hurried whisper, and at that very moment they heard through the darkness the challenge: "Qui vive?" * and the click of a musket.
* When an officer is making his round, sentinels don't ask him for the password....
"But... no," said Petya, "I don't want to sleep yet.
Don't you want any?
I don't like that.
'I don't grieve for myself,' he says, 'God, it seems, has chastened me.
Don't let him suffer because of me.'
I don't want to sleep, Mary, sit by me a little.
"Don't you like it?" said a laughing voice, and moderating their tones the men moved forward.
Don't talk nonsense! said a sergeant major.
"But they don't understand our talk at all," said the dancer with a puzzled smile.
I don't need all that at all.
No, Natasha and I sometimes don't go to sleep till after two, so please don't go.
No, not that, I don't, I can't...
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.
You don't meet such men nowadays....
But I don't in the least want to, Mamma.
Really I don't understand you, my dear.
Why, you said yourself you don't want even to see her.
"I don't know why," she continued, recovering herself, "but you used to be different, and..."
Oh, Mary, don't remind me of it! and again he flushed.
"You should go, go away at once, if you don't feel strong enough to control yourself," she would reply sadly, trying to comfort her husband.
She is one that hath not; why, I don't know.
Perhaps she lacks egotism, I don't know, but from her is taken away, and everything has been taken away.
Mary, don't talk nonsense.
I don't love her, but...
I don't know how to put it.
I don't love it, but just try to cut it off!
Don't worry, go! she whispered, smiling, with the kind of familiarity that grows up between a nurse and her mistress.
"Now, Nicholas," she added, turning to her husband, "I can't understand how it is you don't see the charm of these delicious marvels."
"I don't and can't," replied Nicholas, looking coldly at the baby.
The Tugendbund is all vewy well for the sausage eaters, but I don't understand it and can't even pwonounce it, interposed Denisov in a loud and resolute voice.
I agwee that evewything here is wotten and howwible, but the Tugendbund I don't understand.
I don't know what would become of him if Natasha didn't keep him in hand....
Well, I don't think you need reproach yourself on his account.
You see, I don't say that we ought to oppose this and that.
And what we quarreled about--I don't even remember!
I'm asking that you don't punish Felipa.
Don't plead my case for me.
Well, don't get too extravagant.
You don't sound impressed.
I don't want you to give it up because of me.
Carmen, I don't think you really want in the middle of this.
"But Jim knows his business all right--don't you, Jim?" patting the long nose of the animal.
"I'm afraid I don't know the Hungry Tiger and Billina," said the Wizard, shaking his head.
I live on the fat of the land--don't I, Ozma?
But I don't doubt your word in the least.
It is this: When you oil your beard, don't oil it too much, lest it soil your clothing.
I don't think so.
Don't worry; I'll do my best and leave the rest to whatever power manages that which we cannot.
But it hardly seems possible that any mere words should convey to one who has never seen a mountain the faintest idea of its grandeur; and I don't see how any one is ever to know what impression she did receive, or the cause of her pleasure in what was told her about it.
That's Roman wormwood--that's pigweed--that's sorrel--that's piper-grass--have at him, chop him up, turn his roots upward to the sun, don't let him have a fibre in the shade, if you do he'll turn himself t' other side up and be as green as a leek in two days.
No, you don't--chickaree--chickaree.
But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist--I really believe he is Antichrist--I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself!
Oh, don't speak to me of Austria.
Perhaps I don't understand things, but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war.
And I don't believe a word that Hardenburg says, or Haugwitz either.
I don't speak of Anatole, your youngest.
And really you appreciate them less than anyone, and so you don't deserve to have them.
You don't know how Kutuzov is pestered since his appointment as Commander in Chief.
Certainly; but about Kutuzov, I don't promise.
I don't understand it; I don't in the least understand why men can't live without wars.
Oh, don't speak of his going, don't!
"We don't do the French any harm," said Tikhon, evidently frightened by Denisov's words.
As if I don't know what sort you want!
All right, but I don't like being kept in the dark about all this.
If you want something different, why don't you trade them in on something else?
The Skip of the Tip-Toe-Hop, a Romance of the Middle Ages, by the celebrated author of 'Tittle-Tol-Tan,' to appear in monthly parts; a great rush; don't all come together.