I didn't know you felt that way.
The mattress felt so good.
It was how she felt about Alex.
Her mouth felt dry and her voice was barely a whisper.
My hands felt every object and observed every motion, and in this way I learned to know many things.
He felt sick to his stomach again.
I felt the hot breath from the engine on my face, and the smoke and ashes almost choked us.
She felt that Jim would know more about the Saw-Horse later on.
I felt of him and thought it very strange that he should carry his house on his back.
But the nearer he drew to the house the more he felt the impossibility of going to sleep on such a night.
His mother smiled, for she felt quite sure that there was no danger.
The other girls felt sorry that she should suffer for so small a fault.
They used to hang in long festoons from our porch, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthy smell; and in the early morning, washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure, I could not help wondering if they did not resemble the asphodels of God's garden.
I felt proud to know that the liberties of Massachusetts and of our fatherland were in such safe keeping; and as I turned to my hoeing again I was filled with an inexpressible confidence, and pursued my labor cheerfully with a calm trust in the future.
She paused as if she felt it indecorous to speak of her pregnancy before Pierre, though the gist of the matter lay in that.
I think he felt included because he was helping as much as we were.
Carmen felt her face growing warm.
She felt as though a cold hand grasped her stomach and squeezed hard.
She felt hot again.
Maybe we would have felt this way with them if things had been different.
The little man felt carefully in his pocket and pulled out the tiny piglets, setting them upon the grass one by one, where they ran around and nibbled the tender blades.
Long afterward James Hogg said, "I never felt so grateful to any creature below the sun as I did to Sirrah that morning."
The merchant felt sure that the fishermen were having a good haul.
In fact, what she felt was pity.
Tonight it felt comfortable.
What felt comfortable only moments ago now seemed bold and foolish.
Would she ever reach the point that she felt comfortable about spending the money he had earned before they met?
They drew up closer to the fire and felt thankful that they were safe from the raging storm.
He felt that his words, apart from what meaning they conveyed, were less audible than the sound of his opponent's voice.
She felt sorry for her and held out her hand with a glance of gentle inquiry.
Maybe he felt excluded - or maybe he simply needed a little encouragement.
The atmosphere felt stiff and formal, as if this was not part of their routine.
She felt for his hand and knew an instant warm rush when she found it.
But then, she admitted to loving him at one time, so it's not hard to believe she still felt something for him.
Carmen felt the full weight of a question that had no answer.
On the other hand, how could Alex be a positive influence if his Uncle truly felt that way?
She sobbed and begged them to let her out until Carmen felt like her heart was being brutally wrenched from her body.
It felt strange to have only the two of them at the table.
For a moment she envisioned him and felt a pang of loneliness.
It was great news and she should have felt relieved.
Sometimes the way Alex looked at him when he was talking - times when he was actually listening to him - it seemed to her that he felt that close bond.
She felt hot again.
For a moment she envisioned him and felt a pang of loneliness.
It was great news and she should have felt relieved.
Sometimes the way Alex looked at him when he was talking - times when he was actually listening to him - it seemed to her that he felt that close bond.
At the moment, it felt more domestic than romantic.
Maybe he felt that way too.
He said he felt bad about it, but conceded that Tessa had been less than honest with him on more than one occasion.
In spite of the continual struggle for custody, he had felt more welcome at the Medena home than he had with his step-father's family.
If she had stayed with her husband and they had more children, would he have felt financially responsible for the others as well?
As the little Wizard turned to follow them he felt a hot breath against his cheek and heard a low, fierce growl.
It carried their baggage and was useful to ride in wherever there were good roads, and since it had accompanied them so far in their travels they felt it their duty to preserve it.
This made Zeb laugh, in turn, and the boy felt comforted to find that Ozma laughed as merrily at her weeping subject as she had at him.
The implication is that any time they nursed, they felt pain as well, to learn at an early age that there is no pleasure to be had in life without pain.
Of course, politics being what it is, the Peace Dividend was spent a dozen times over by as many special interests who felt they were the most deserving of such an unexpected largess.
Soon I felt the need of some communication with others and began to make crude signs.
One day some gentlemen called on my mother, and I felt the shutting of the front door and other sounds that indicated their arrival.
Child as I was, I at once felt the tenderness and sympathy which endeared Dr. Bell to so many hearts, as his wonderful achievements enlist their admiration.
I felt approaching footsteps, I stretched out my hand as I supposed to my mother.
I was keenly delighted when I felt the fragments of the broken doll at my feet.
I felt my teacher sweep the fragments to one side of the hearth, and I had a sense of satisfaction that the cause of my discomfort was removed.
I felt my way to the hearth and picked up the pieces.
Then my eyes filled with tears; for I realized what I had done, and for the first time I felt repentance and sorrow.
As my knowledge of things grew I felt more and more the delight of the world I was in.
I felt absolutely alone, cut off from my friends and the firm earth.
I felt my way to the end of the garden, knowing that the mimosa tree was near the fence, at the turn of the path.
The beautiful truth burst upon my mind--I felt that there were invisible lines stretched between my spirit and the spirits of others.
When I returned I felt a big cat brush past me as I opened the door.
I remember the surprise and the pain I felt as I noticed that they placed their hands over mine when I talked to them and that they read books with their fingers.
I felt the great billows rock and sink.
The breakers would swoop back to gather themselves for a mightier leap, and I clung to the rock, tense, fascinated, as I felt the dash and roar of the rushing sea!
It was very difficult to walk over, the ties were wide apart and so narrow that one felt as if one were walking on knives.
As the days wore on, the drifts gradually shrunk, but before they were wholly gone another storm came, so that I scarcely felt the earth under my feet once all winter.
For one wild, glad moment we snapped the chain that binds us to earth, and joining hands with the winds we felt ourselves divine!
I used to make noises, keeping one hand on my throat while the other hand felt the movements of my lips.
I shall never forget the surprise and delight I felt when I uttered my first connected sentence, "It is warm."
Only such a one can appreciate the eagerness with which I talked to my toys, to stones, trees, birds and dumb animals, or the delight I felt when at my call Mildred ran to me or my dogs obeyed my commands.
In such cases I was forced to repeat the words or sentences, sometimes for hours, until I felt the proper ring in my own voice.
My thoughts flowed easily; I felt a sense of joy in the composition.
I felt so cold, I imagined I should die before morning, and the thought comforted me.
It is difficult to describe my emotions when I stood on the point which overhangs the American Falls and felt the air vibrate and the earth tremble.
So long as we felt his loving presence and knew that he took a watchful interest in our work, fraught with so many difficulties, we could not be discouraged.
The papers were difficult, and I felt very anxious as I wrote out my answers on the typewriter.
I was sorely perplexed, and felt discouraged wasting much precious time, especially in algebra.
Before me I saw a new world opening in beauty and light, and I felt within me the capacity to know all things.
The one I felt and still feel most is lack of time.
I felt vaguely that they could not be good even if they wished to, because no one seemed willing to help them or to give them a fair chance.
I have felt it on cold, stormy days and at night.
I should think the wonderful rhythmical flow of lines and curves could be more subtly felt than seen.
I had often read the story, but I had never felt the charm of Rip's slow, quaint, kind ways as I did in the play.
After the play Miss Sullivan took me to see him behind the scenes, and I felt of his curious garb and his flowing hair and beard.
Then the great actor gave his coat a hitch and his mouth a twitch, and in an instant I was in the village of Falling Water and felt Schneider's shaggy head against my knee.
I felt tears on my hand.
They were all gentle and sympathetic and I felt the charm of their manner as much as I had felt the brilliancy of their essays and poems.
When she felt the maps and blackboards she asked, "Do men go to school?"
But when the bright, pleasant autumn days came, and I felt strong again I began to think about the sketch.
You can never imagine how I felt when I stood in the presence of Niagara until you have the same mysterious sensations yourself.
I had the same feeling once before when I first stood by the great ocean and felt its waves beating against the shore.
I sat in King Ludwig's armchair and felt like a queen when Dr. Gillett remarked that I had many loyal subjects.
General Loring kindly showed me a copy of one of the wonderful bronze doors of the Baptistry of Florence, and I felt of the graceful pillars, resting on the backs of fierce lions.
I was sorely perplexed, and felt quite discouraged, and wasted much precious time, especially in Algebra.
We went to St. Bartholomew's Sunday, and I have not felt so much at home in a church since dear Bishop Brooks died.
I stood in the middle of the church, where the vibrations from the great organ were strongest, and I felt the mighty waves of sound beat against me, as the great billows beat against a little ship at sea.
We clapped our hands and shouted;--went away beaming with pleasure, and Teacher and I felt more light of heart than we had for sometime.
I have worn it only once, but then I felt that Solomon in all his glory was not to be compared with me!
The Indiana was the largest and finest ship in the Harbor, and we felt very proud of her.
When the organ was played for her in St. Bartholomew's, the whole building shook with the great pedal notes, but that does not altogether account for what she felt and enjoyed.
It is amusing to read in one of the magazines of 1895 that Miss Keller "has a just and intelligent appreciation of different composers from having literally felt their music, Schumann being her favourite."
When she felt a bas-relief of dancing girls she asked, "Where are the singers?"
She felt my face and dress and my bag, which she took out of my hand and tried to open.
It did not open easily, and she felt carefully to see if there was a keyhole.
She looked puzzled and felt my hand, and I repeated the letters.
She devoted herself to her dolls the first evening, and when it was bedtime she undressed very quietly, but when she felt me get into bed with her, she jumped out on the other side, and nothing that I could do would induce her to get in again.
When I came, her movements were so insistent that one always felt there was something unnatural and almost weird about her.
After spelling half the words, she stopped suddenly, as if a thought had flashed into her mind, and felt for the napkin.
Helen went to the cradle and felt of Mildred's mouth and pointed to her own teeth.
She has felt dead squirrels and rabbits and other wild animals, and is anxious to see a "walk-squirrel," which interpreted, means, I think, a "live squirrel."
Her astonishment, when she felt the tiny creature inside, cannot be put in a letter.
She wanted to know if men were shooting in the sky when she felt the thunder, and if the trees and flowers drank all the rain.
A few minutes afterward she felt of her little sister's head and said to her mother, "Mildred's head is small and hard."
She felt some young lions.
She also felt a Greek chariot, and the charioteer would have liked to take her round the ring; but she was afraid of "many swift horses."
Helen felt the heat and asked, "Did the sun fall?"
Helen felt the change in her mother's movements instantly, and asked, "What are we afraid of?"
Boat did glide swiftly and I put hand in water and felt it flowing.
I have never known her to be willing to leave a lesson when she felt that there was anything in it which she did not understand.
She had met with the expression Mother Nature in the course of her reading, and for a long time she was in the habit of ascribing to Mother Nature whatever she felt to be beyond the power of man to accomplish.
"Oh, please read us the rest, even if we won't understand it," they pleaded, delighted with the rhythm, and the beauty which they felt, even though they could not have explained it.
The unmeaning babblings of the infant were becoming day by day conscious and voluntary signs of what she felt and thought.
Her little hands felt every object and observed every movement of the persons about her, and she was quick to imitate these movements.
She liked to feel the cat purr; and if by chance she felt a dog in the act of barking, she showed great pleasure.
I would cling to my mother's dress as she went about her household duties, and my little hands felt every object and observed every motion, and in this way I learned a great many things.
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....
I have felt a bud "shyly doff her green hood and blossom with a silken burst of sound," while the icy fingers of the snow beat against the window-panes.
Suddenly I felt my bed shake, and a wolf seemed to spring on me and snarl in my face.
The instant I felt its warmth I was reassured, and I sat a long time watching it climb higher and higher in shining waves.
I have never felt lonesome, or in the least oppressed by a sense of solitude, but once, and that was a few weeks after I came to the woods, when, for an hour, I doubted if the near neighborhood of man was not essential to a serene and healthy life.
But sometimes it was a really noble and inspiring strain that reached these woods, and the trumpet that sings of fame, and I felt as if I could spit a Mexican with a good relish--for why should we always stand for trifles?--and looked round for a woodchuck or a skunk to exercise my chivalry upon.
I speak of fishing only now, for I had long felt differently about fowling, and sold my gun before I went to the woods.
I never learned which party was victorious, nor the cause of the war; but I felt for the rest of that day as if I had had my feelings excited and harrowed by witnessing the struggle, the ferocity and carnage, of a human battle before my door.
Each morning, when they were numbed with cold, I swept some of them out, but I did not trouble myself much to get rid of them; I even felt complimented by their regarding my house as a desirable shelter.
The stove not only took up room and scented the house, but it concealed the fire, and I felt as if I had lost a companion.
I felt it, and still remark it almost daily in my walks, for by it hangs the history of a family.
I too felt a slumberous influence after watching him half an hour, as he sat thus with his eyes half open, like a cat, winged brother of the cat.
I felt as if I alone of all my townsmen had paid my tax.
And everyone, including Anna Pavlovna, felt this.
You came rushing into the drawing room so that everyone felt ashamed of you.
Boris felt that Pierre did not recognize him but did not consider it necessary to introduce himself, and without experiencing the least embarrassment looked Pierre straight in the face.
As often happens in early youth, especially to one who leads a lonely life, he felt an unaccountable tenderness for this young man and made up his mind that they would be friends.
The German tutor was trying to remember all the dishes, wines, and kinds of dessert, in order to send a full description of the dinner to his people in Germany; and he felt greatly offended when the butler with a bottle wrapped in a napkin passed him by.
Natasha, who was treated as though she were grown up, was evidently very proud of this but at the same time felt shy.
She felt that as she brought with her the person the dying man wished to see, her own admission was assured.
She evidently felt unable to look at him without laughing, but could not resist looking at him: so to be out of temptation she slipped quietly behind one of the columns.
"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.
I understand such feelings in others, and if never having felt them I cannot approve of them, neither do I condemn them.
She felt, as courtiers do when the Tsar enters, the sensation of fear and respect which the old man inspired in all around him.
Red patches appeared on Princess Mary's face and she was silent as if she felt guilty.
Prince Andrew felt sorry for his sister.
Prince Andrew came up, stroked her hair, and asked if she felt rested after their journey.
He felt that he must not say it.
Involuntarily he felt a joyful agitation at the thought of the humiliation of arrogant Austria and that in a week's time he might, perhaps, see and take part in the first Russian encounter with the French since Suvorov met them.
Rostov felt Denisov's gaze fixed on him, raised his eyes, and instantly dropped them again.
Rostov felt perfectly happy.
His hand trembled as he gave his horse into an orderly's charge, and he felt the blood rush to his heart with a thud.
Despite his rapid journey and sleepless night, Prince Andrew when he drove up to the palace felt even more vigorous and alert than he had done the day before.
After the fatigues and impressions of the journey, his reception, and especially after having dined, Bolkonski felt that he could not take in the full significance of the words he heard.
When Prince Andrew reached the room prepared for him and lay down in a clean shirt on the feather bed with its warmed and fragrant pillows, he felt that the battle of which he had brought tidings was far, far away from him.
But before he had finished he felt that his jest was unacceptable and had not come off.
At Grunth also some apprehension and alarm could be felt, but the nearer Prince Andrew came to the French lines the more confident was the appearance of our troops.
The nearer they got to the hollow the less they could see but the more they felt the nearness of the actual battlefield.
He gave the reins to a Cossack, took off and handed over his felt coat, stretched his legs, and set his cap straight.
Prince Andrew felt that an invisible power was leading him forward, and experienced great happiness.
The troops of the left flank, infantry and hussars alike, felt that the commander did not himself know what to do, and this irresolution communicated itself to the men.
"Faster!" came the word of command, and Rostov felt Rook's flanks drooping as he broke into a gallop.
"Can something bad have happened to me?" he wondered as he got up: and at that moment he felt that something superfluous was hanging on his benumbed left arm.
The wrist felt as if it were not his.
But at the same time, his left arm felt as heavy as if a seventy-pound weight were tied to it.
Tushin gave no orders, and, silently-- fearing to speak because at every word he felt ready to weep without knowing why--rode behind on his artillery nag.
He felt sad and depressed.
Pierre, on unexpectedly becoming Count Bezukhov and a rich man, felt himself after his recent loneliness and freedom from cares so beset and preoccupied that only in bed was he able to be by himself.
He was always busy and always felt in a state of mild and cheerful intoxication.
Formerly in Anna Pavlovna's presence, Pierre had always felt that what he was saying was out of place, tactless and unsuitable, that remarks which seemed to him clever while they formed in his mind became foolish as soon as he uttered them, while on the contrary Hippolyte's stupidest remarks came out clever and apt.
When he read that sentence, Pierre felt for the first time that some link which other people recognized had grown up between himself and Helene, and that thought both alarmed him, as if some obligation were being imposed on him which he could not fulfill, and pleased him as an entertaining supposition.
Pierre felt flattered by this.
And at that moment Pierre felt that Helene not only could, but must, be his wife, and that it could not be otherwise.
How and when this would be he did not know, he did not even know if it would be a good thing (he even felt, he knew not why, that it would be a bad thing), but he knew it would happen.
And though Prince Vasili, when he stayed in (as he said) for Pierre's sake, hardly exchanged a couple of words with him, Pierre felt unable to disappoint him.
He wished to take a decision, but felt with dismay that in this matter he lacked that strength of will which he had known in himself and really possessed.
Pierre felt that he was the center of it all, and this both pleased and embarrassed him.
He felt it awkward to attract everyone's attention and to be considered a lucky man and, with his plain face, to be looked on as a sort of Paris possessed of a Helen.
Now he felt that it was inevitable, but he could not make up his mind to take the final step.
He felt ashamed; he felt that he was occupying someone else's place here beside Helene.
To tell them that she felt ashamed for herself and for them would be to betray her agitation, while to decline their offers to dress her would prolong their banter and insistence.
It was not the dress, but the face and whole figure of Princess Mary that was not pretty, but neither Mademoiselle Bourienne nor the little princess felt this; they still thought that if a blue ribbon were placed in the hair, the hair combed up, and the blue scarf arranged lower on the best maroon dress, and so on, all would be well.
She only felt a soft hand taking hers firmly, and she touched with her lips a white forehead, over which was beautiful light- brown hair smelling of pomade.
The princess felt this, and as if wishing to show him that she did not even dare expect to interest him, she turned to his father.
Mademoiselle Bourienne also shared them and even Princess Mary felt herself pleasantly made to share in these merry reminiscences.
She felt convinced of that.
Princess Mary felt his look with a painfully joyous emotion.
Her favorite sonata bore her into a most intimately poetic world and the look she felt upon her made that world still more poetic.
The old prince felt as though he had been insulted through his daughter.
Natasha, seeing the impression the news of her brother's wound produced on Sonya, felt for the first time the sorrowful side of the news.
She felt that Sonya was speaking the truth, that there was such love as Sonya was speaking of.
But Natasha had not yet felt anything like it.
How strange, how extraordinary, how joyful it seemed, that her son, the scarcely perceptible motion of whose tiny limbs she had felt twenty years ago within her, that son about whom she used to have quarrels with the too indulgent count, that son who had first learned to say "pear" and then "granny," that this son should now be away in a foreign land amid strange surroundings, a manly warrior doing some kind of man's work of his own, without help or guidance.
In spite of Prince Andrew's disagreeable, ironical tone, in spite of the contempt with which Rostov, from his fighting army point of view, regarded all these little adjutants on the staff of whom the newcomer was evidently one, Rostov felt confused, blushed, and became silent.
Seeing that smile, Rostov involuntarily smiled himself and felt a still stronger flow of love for his sovereign.
While Prince Andrew went to report about the purple-faced general, that gentleman--evidently not sharing Boris' conception of the advantages of the unwritten code of subordination--looked so fixedly at the presumptuous lieutenant who had prevented his finishing what he had to say to the adjutant that Boris felt uncomfortable.
Boris was excited by the thought of being so close to the higher powers as he felt himself to be at that moment.
He felt that this nearness by itself made up to him for the day he had lost.
He felt it not only from the sound of the hoofs of the approaching cavalcade, but because as he drew near everything grew brighter, more joyful, more significant, and more festive around him.
Weyrother evidently felt himself to be at the head of a movement that had already become unrestrainable.
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.
Every soldier felt glad to know that to the unknown place where he was going, many more of our men were going too.
How it would come about he did not know, but he felt sure it would do so.
He had felt perfectly sure that there were other troops in front of him and that the enemy must be at least six miles away.
On being relieved from picket duty Rostov had managed to get a few hours' sleep before morning and felt cheerful, bold, and resolute, with elasticity of movement, faith in his good fortune, and generally in that state of mind which makes everything seem possible, pleasant, and easy.
Suddenly he again felt that he was alive and suffering from a burning, lacerating pain in his head.
His head was burning, he felt himself bleeding to death, and he saw above him the remote, lofty, and everlasting sky.
During this transfer he felt a little stronger and was able to look about him and even speak.
At every jolt he again felt unendurable pain; his feverishness increased and he grew delirious.
He felt that he had grown up and matured very much.
The Moscovites felt that something was wrong and that to discuss the bad news was difficult, and so it was best to be silent.
Every time he chanced to meet Dolokhov's handsome insolent eyes, Pierre felt something terrible and monstrous rising in his soul and turned quickly away.
Even then I felt it, he thought.
I felt then that it was not so, that I had no right to do it.
One day I asked her if she felt any symptoms of pregnancy.
But at the moment when he imagined himself calmed by such reflections, she suddenly came into his mind as she was at the moments when he had most strongly expressed his insincere love for her, and he felt the blood rush to his heart and had again to get up and move about and break and tear whatever came to his hand.
"I'll kill you!" he shouted, and seizing the marble top of a table with a strength he had never before felt, he made a step toward her brandishing the slab.
He felt the fascination and delight of frenzy.
Still lower, beyond the turn of the staircase, one could hear the footstep of someone in thick felt boots, and a voice that seemed familiar to Princess Mary was saying something.
Then the voice said something more, Demyan replied, and the steps in the felt boots approached the unseen bend of the staircase more rapidly.
And having taken off his cloak and felt boots, he went to the little princess' apartment.
"Ah, what have you done to me?" it still seemed to say, and Prince Andrew felt that something gave way in his soul and that he was guilty of a sin he could neither remedy nor forget.
As soon as he entered he noticed and felt the tension of the amorous air in the house, and also noticed a curious embarrassment among some of those present.
Only on horse back and in the mazurka was Denisov's short stature not noticeable and he looked the fine fellow he felt himself to be.
Rostov had not seen him since his proposal and Sonya's refusal and felt uncomfortable at the thought of how they would meet.
Rostov felt ill at ease.
And strange to say Nicholas felt that he could not help taking up a card, putting a small stake on it, and beginning to play.
He knew what a shock he would inflict on his father and mother by the news of this loss, he knew what a relief it would be to escape it all, and felt that Dolokhov knew that he could save him from all this shame and sorrow, but wanted now to play with him as a cat does with a mouse.
It was long since Rostov had felt such enjoyment from music as he did that day.
With a pair of felt boots on his thin bony legs, and keeping on a worn, nankeen-covered, sheepskin coat, the traveler sat down on the sofa, leaned back his big head with its broad temples and close-cropped hair, and looked at Bezukhov.
Pierre felt confused and wished to avoid that look, but the bright old eyes attracted him irresistibly.
His arms felt numb, his legs almost gave way, it seemed to him that he was tired out.
He felt afraid of what would happen to him and still more afraid of showing his fear.
The important mystery mentioned by the Rhetor, though it aroused his curiosity, did not seem to him essential, and the second aim, that of purifying and regenerating himself, did not much interest him because at that moment he felt with delight that he was already perfectly cured of his former faults and was ready for all that was good.
(He now felt so glad to be free from his own lawlessness and to submit his will to those who knew the indubitable truth.)
The meeting was at an end, and on reaching home Pierre felt as if he had returned from a long journey on which he had spent dozens of years, had become completely changed, and had quite left behind his former habits and way of life.
For some time he engrossed the general attention, and Anna Pavlovna felt that the novelty she had served up was received with pleasure by all her visitors.
Prince Andrew went up to the child and felt him.
Despite Count Bezukhov's enormous wealth, since he had come into an income which was said to amount to five hundred thousand rubles a year, Pierre felt himself far poorer than when his father had made him an allowance of ten thousand rubles.
But he felt that this did not forward matters at all.
He felt that these consultations were detached from real affairs and did not link up with them or make them move.
He was pleased at the gratitude he received, but felt abashed at receiving it.
Pierre felt uncomfortable and even depressed in his friend's company and at last became silent.
But as soon as he thought of what he should say, he felt that Prince Andrew with one word, one argument, would upset all his teaching, and he shrank from beginning, afraid of exposing to possible ridicule what to him was precious and sacred.
Prince Andrew felt as if the sound of the waves kept up a refrain to Pierre's words, whispering:
She evidently felt frightened and ashamed to have accepted charity in a house where such things could be said, and was at the same time sorry to have now to forgo the charity of this house.
With the stern old prince and the gentle, timid Princess Mary, though he had scarcely known them, Pierre at once felt like an old friend.
When returning from his leave, Rostov felt, for the first time, how close was the bond that united him to Denisov and the whole regiment.
On approaching it, Rostov felt as he had done when approaching his home in Moscow.
Having once more entered into the definite conditions of this regimental life, Rostov felt the joy and relief a tired man feels on lying down to rest.
Rostov, who felt his friend's absence very much, having no news of him since he left and feeling very anxious about his wound and the progress of his affairs, took advantage of the armistice to get leave to visit Denisov in hospital.
It was a little different, more pungent, and one felt that this was where it originated.
He noted this down that same evening, among other facts he felt to be of historic importance.
When he and Boris were alone, Rostov felt for the first time that he could not look Boris in the face without a sense of awkwardness.
Each time this happened Rostov felt uncomfortable and cast down his eyes.
Rostov felt so ill at ease and uncomfortable with Boris that, when the latter looked in after supper, he pretended to be asleep, and early next morning went away, avoiding Boris.
And suddenly with a determination he himself did not expect, Rostov felt for the letter in his pocket and went straight to the house.
Suddenly, he did not know why, he felt a pang.
He did not like to agree with him in everything and felt a wish to contradict.
Though he usually spoke easily and well, he felt a difficulty in expressing himself now while talking with Speranski.
During the first weeks of his stay in Petersburg Prince Andrew felt the whole trend of thought he had formed during his life of seclusion quite overshadowed by the trifling cares that engrossed him in that city.
It was evident that the thought could never occur to him which to Prince Andrew seemed so natural, namely, that it is after all impossible to express all one thinks; and that he had never felt the doubt, "Is not all I think and believe nonsense?"
During the first period of their acquaintance Bolkonski felt a passionate admiration for him similar to that which he had once felt for Bonaparte.
And looking at those drawings I dreamed I felt that I was doing wrong, but could not tear myself away from them.
The old count felt this most.
He felt the weight of that resolute and affectionate scrutiny and glanced at her occasionally.
But, fortunately for her, she felt her eyes growing misty, she saw nothing clearly, her pulse beat a hundred to the minute, and the blood throbbed at her heart.
Natasha heard and felt that several people were asking about her and looking at her.
At that ball Pierre for the first time felt humiliated by the position his wife occupied in court circles.
And this simple reflection suddenly destroyed all the interest Prince Andrew had felt in the impending reforms.
He recalled his labors on the Legal Code, and how painstakingly he had translated the articles of the Roman and French codes into Russian, and he felt ashamed of himself.
Then he vividly pictured to himself Bogucharovo, his occupations in the country, his journey to Ryazan; he remembered the peasants and Dron the village elder, and mentally applying to them the Personal Rights he had divided into paragraphs, he felt astonished that he could have spent so much time on such useless work.
In the midst of a phrase he ceased speaking and suddenly felt tears choking him, a thing he had thought impossible for him.
He felt happy and at the same time sad.
With so intellectual a guest as she considered Prince Andrew to be, she felt that she had to employ her diplomatic tact.
She felt that he wanted to say something to her but could not bring himself to do so.
Already then, directly I saw him I felt something peculiar.
Since the ball he had felt the approach of a fit of nervous depression and had made desperate efforts to combat it.
She listened joyfully (as though she had not expected it) to the charm of the notes reverberating, filling the whole empty ballroom, and slowly dying away; and all at once she felt cheerful.
But however much they left her in peace she could not now be at peace, and immediately felt this.
She wished to love him as a son, but felt that to her he was a stranger and a terrifying man.
If after six months she felt that she did not love him she would have full right to reject him.
At first the family felt some constraint in intercourse with Prince Andrew; he seemed a man from another world, and for a long time Natasha trained the family to get used to him, proudly assuring them all that he only appeared to be different, but was really just like all of them, and that she was not afraid of him and no one else ought to be.
He seldom laughed, but when he did he abandoned himself entirely to his laughter, and after such a laugh she always felt nearer to him.
She felt that something had happened to him, but he said nothing to her about his love.
She wept quietly, and felt that she was a sinner who loved her father and little nephew more than God.
Reading these letters, Nicholas felt a dread of their wanting to take him away from surroundings in which, protected from all the entanglements of life, he was living so calmly and quietly.
He felt that sooner or later he would have to re-enter that whirlpool of life, with its embarrassments and affairs to be straightened out, its accounts with stewards, quarrels, and intrigues, its ties, society, and with Sonya's love and his promise to her.
The countess, who heard at once from the maids what had happened at the lodge, was calmed by the thought that now their affairs would certainly improve, but on the other hand felt anxious as to the effect this excitement might have on her son.
"No, my dear boy" (the count, too, felt embarrassed.
Daniel himself felt this, and as usual stood just inside the door, trying to speak softly and not move, for fear of breaking something in the master's apartment, and he hastened to say all that was necessary so as to get from under that ceiling, out into the open under the sky once more.
Natasha saw and felt the agitation the two elderly men and her brother were trying to conceal, and was herself excited by it.
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.
And Natasha felt that this costume, the very one she had regarded with surprise and amusement at Otradnoe, was just the right thing and not at all worse than a swallow-tail or frock coat.
Natasha felt so lighthearted and happy in these novel surroundings that she only feared the trap would come for her too soon.
She felt this to be their last hope and that if Nicholas refused the match she had found for him, she would have to abandon the hope of ever getting matters right.
She felt sorry for herself: sorry that she was being wasted all this time and of no use to anyone-- while she felt herself so capable of loving and being loved.
I have felt like that when everything was all right and everyone was cheerful.
Once in the regiment I had not gone to some merrymaking where there was music... and suddenly I felt so depressed...
I shall never forget it: I felt sad and sorry for everyone, for myself, and for everyone.
I remember that I came to you afterwards and wanted to comfort you, but do you know, I felt ashamed to.
Nicholas went hastily to the front porch, saying he felt too hot.
He looked and recognizing in her both the old and the new Sonya, and being reminded by the smell of burnt cork of the sensation of her kiss, inhaled the frosty air with a full breast and, looking at the ground flying beneath him and at the sparkling sky, felt himself again in fairyland.
Nicholas, for the first time, felt that his mother was displeased with him and that, despite her love for him, she would not give way.
Nicholas felt the situation to be intolerable and went to have an explanation with his mother.
Pierre felt that she was right, and to avoid compromising her went away to Moscow.
In Moscow he felt at peace, at home, warm and dirty as in an old dressing gown.
He was only quite at ease when having poured several glasses of wine mechanically into his large mouth he felt a pleasant warmth in his body, an amiability toward all his fellows, and a readiness to respond superficially to every idea without probing it deeply.
The count did not set out cheerfully on this visit, at heart he felt afraid.
He did not mention this to his daughter, but Natasha noticed her father's nervousness and anxiety and felt mortified by it.
Natasha felt offended by the hesitation she had noticed in the anteroom, by her father's nervousness, and by the unnatural manner of the princess who--she thought--was making a favor of receiving her, and so everything displeased her.
"I think, Princess, it is not convenient to speak of that now," she said with external dignity and coldness, though she felt the tears choking her.
When she came ready dressed into the ballroom to await her father, and looking in the large mirror there saw that she was pretty, very pretty, she felt even more sad, but it was a sweet, tender sadness.
Natasha at that moment felt so softened and tender that it was not enough for her to love and know she was beloved, she wanted now, at once, to embrace the man she loved, to speak and hear from him words of love such as filled her heart.
She knew what it was all meant to represent, but it was so pretentiously false and unnatural that she first felt ashamed for the actors and then amused at them.
When she was not looking at him she felt that he was looking at her shoulders, and she involuntarily caught his eye so that he should look into hers rather than this.
But looking into his eyes she was frightened, realizing that there was not that barrier of modesty she had always felt between herself and other men.
She felt all the time that by talking to him she was doing something improper.
Natasha did not understand what he was saying any more than he did himself, but she felt that his incomprehensible words had an improper intention.
But as soon as she had turned away she felt that he was there, behind, so close behind her.
And again she felt with horror that no barrier lay between him and her.
She felt agitated and tormented, and the cause of this was Kuragin whom she could not help watching.
What was that terror I felt of him?
Natasha brightened up and felt almost in love with this woman, who was so beautiful and so kind.
She only felt herself again completely borne away into this strange senseless world--so remote from her old world--a world in which it was impossible to know what was good or bad, reasonable or senseless.
Wherever she went and whomever she was speaking to, she felt his eyes upon her.
"Natalie?" he whispered inquiringly while she felt her hands being painfully pressed.
Burning lips were pressed to hers, and at the same instant she felt herself released, and Helene's footsteps and the rustle of her dress were heard in the room.
She recalled her love for Prince Andrew in all its former strength, and at the same time felt that she loved Kuragin.
As soon as I saw him I felt he was my master and I his slave, and that I could not help loving him.
He drove through the town seeking Anatole Kuragin, at the thought of whom now the blood rushed to his heart and he felt a difficulty in breathing.
Pierre felt it strange to see this calm, indifferent crowd of people unaware of what was going on in his soul.
Looking at them Pierre realized what contempt and animosity they all felt for the Rostovs, and that it was impossible in their presence even to mention the name of her who could give up Prince Andrew for anyone else.
Till then he had reproached her in his heart and tried to despise her, but he now felt so sorry for her that there was no room in his soul for reproach.
He felt the tears trickle under his spectacles and hoped they would not be noticed.
But royaute oblige! * and he felt it incumbent on him, as a king and an ally, to confer on state affairs with Alexander's envoy.
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.
It seemed to him that he was surrounded by men who adored him: and he felt convinced that, after his dinner, Balashev too was his friend and worshiper.
After his interview with Pierre in Moscow, Prince Andrew went to Petersburg, on business as he told his family, but really to meet Anatole Kuragin whom he felt it necessary to encounter.
During his stay at Bald Hills all the family dined together, but they were ill at ease and Prince Andrew felt that he was a visitor for whose sake an exception was being made and that his presence made them all feel awkward.
From the tone in which the courtiers addressed him and the way Paulucci had allowed himself to speak of him to the Emperor, but above all from a certain desperation in Pfuel's own expressions, it was clear that the others knew, and Pfuel himself felt, that his fall was at hand.
Prince Andrew, listening to this polyglot talk and to these surmises, plans, refutations, and shouts, felt nothing but amazement at what they were saying.
And since it had to be so, Nicholas Rostov, as was natural to him, felt contented with the life he led in the regiment and was able to find pleasure in that life.
Formerly, when going into action, Rostov had felt afraid; now he had not the least feeling of fear.
He felt instinctively that if the hussars struck at the French dragoons now, the latter could not withstand them, but if a charge was to be made it must be done now, at that very moment, or it would be too late.
When sent for by Count Ostermann, Rostov, remembering that he had charged without orders, felt sure his commander was sending for him to punish him for breach of discipline.
The doctor came every day, felt her pulse, looked at her tongue, and regardless of her grief-stricken face joked with her.
She said and felt at that time that no man was more to her than Nastasya Ivanovna, the buffoon.
She kept away from everyone in the house and felt at ease only with her brother Petya.
Natasha unconsciously felt this delicacy and so found great pleasure in his society.
Even at ten o'clock, when the Rostovs got out of their carriage at the chapel, the sultry air, the shouts of hawkers, the light and gay summer clothes of the crowd, the dusty leaves of the trees on the boulevard, the sounds of the band and the white trousers of a battalion marching to parade, the rattling of wheels on the cobblestones, and the brilliant, hot sunshine were all full of that summer languor, that content and discontent with the present, which is most strongly felt on a bright, hot day in town.
From habit she scrutinized the ladies' dresses, condemned the bearing of a lady standing close by who was not crossing herself properly but in a cramped manner, and again she thought with vexation that she was herself being judged and was judging others, and suddenly, at the sound of the service, she felt horrified at her own vileness, horrified that the former purity of her soul was again lost to her.
From the day when Pierre, after leaving the Rostovs' with Natasha's grateful look fresh in his mind, had gazed at the comet that seemed to be fixed in the sky and felt that something new was appearing on his own horizon--from that day the problem of the vanity and uselessness of all earthly things, that had incessantly tormented him, no longer presented itself.
And his soul felt calm and peaceful.
He felt that the condition he was in could not continue long, that a catastrophe was coming which would change his whole life, and he impatiently sought everywhere for signs of that approaching catastrophe.
His love for Natasha, Antichrist, Napoleon, the invasion, the comet, 666, L'Empereur Napoleon, and L'russe Besuhof--all this had to mature and culminate, to lift him out of that spellbound, petty sphere of Moscow habits in which he felt himself held captive and lead him to a great achievement and great happiness.
Pierre felt her eyes on him and tried not to look round.
He did not know why, but he had to have a biscuit from the Tsar's hand and he felt that he must not give way.
Happy as Petya was, he felt sad at having to go home knowing that all the enjoyment of that day was over.
But hardly had he done so before he felt the bed rocking backwards and forwards beneath him as if it were breathing heavily and jolting.
For herself she did not care where she remained or what happened to her, but she felt herself the representative of her dead father and of Prince Andrew.
Involuntarily she thought their thoughts and felt their feelings.
What they would have said and what they would have done she felt bound to say and do.
She felt strange and awkward.
She felt that she could not understand them however much she might think about them.
With mournful pleasure she now lingered over these images, repelling with horror only the last one, the picture of his death, which she felt she could not contemplate even in imagination at this still and mystic hour of night.
With wide-open eyes she gazed at the moonlight and the shadows, expecting every moment to see his dead face, and she felt that the silence brooding over the house and within it held her fast.
And the nearer he drew to it the more Alpatych felt that this unreasonable action might produce good results.
When she had taken leave of him and remained alone she suddenly felt her eyes filling with tears, and then not for the first time the strange question presented itself to her: did she love him?
His face expressed the relief of relaxed strain felt by a man who means to rest after a ceremony.
It was a feeling akin to what he had felt at the Sloboda Palace during the Emperor's visit--a sense of the necessity of undertaking something and sacrificing something.
Pierre could not say, and he did not try to determine for whom and for what he felt such particular delight in sacrificing everything.
Now the decisive moment of battle had come when Kutuzov would be destroyed and the power pass to Bennigsen, or even if Kutuzov won the battle it would be felt that everything was done by Bennigsen.
Narrow and burdensome and useless to anyone as his life now seemed to him, Prince Andrew on the eve of battle felt agitated and irritable as he had done seven years before at Austerlitz.
He had approached the shed full of animation, but on seeing Prince Andrew's face he felt constrained and ill at ease.
The whole army--French, Italian, German, Polish, and Dutch--hungry, ragged, and weary of the campaign, felt at the sight of an army blocking their road to Moscow that the wine was drawn and must be drunk.
In contrast with the dread felt by the infantrymen placed in support, here in the battery where a small number of men busy at their work were separated from the rest by a trench, everyone experienced a common and as it were family feeling of animation.
Pierre did not look out at the battlefield and was not concerned to know what was happening there; he was entirely absorbed in watching this fire which burned ever more brightly and which he felt was flaming up in the same way in his own soul.
He saw that what he was feeling was felt by all the men about him experienced in the art of war.
The doctor bent down over the wound, felt it, and sighed deeply.
He felt in his own person the sufferings and death he had witnessed on the battlefield.
The French invaders, like an infuriated animal that has in its onslaught received a mortal wound, felt that they were perishing, but could not stop, any more than the Russian army, weaker by one half, could help swerving.
The discussion recommenced, but pauses frequently occurred and they all felt that there was no more to be said.
The enchanting, middle-aged Frenchman laid his hands on her head and, as she herself afterward described it, she felt something like a fresh breeze wafted into her soul.
He felt that only in the ordinary conditions of life would he be able to understand himself and all he had seen and felt.
"I ought to give them something!" he thought, and felt in his pocket.
Scarcely had Pierre laid his head on the pillow before he felt himself falling asleep, but suddenly, almost with the distinctness of reality, he heard the boom, boom, boom of firing, the thud of projectiles, groans and cries, and smelled blood and powder, and a feeling of horror and dread of death seized him.
He felt ashamed, and with one arm covered his legs from which his cloak had in fact slipped.
It was felt that everything would suddenly break up and change, but up to the first of September nothing had done so.
Sonya felt that this was true: that the only possibility of retrieving the Rostovs' affairs was by Nicholas marrying a rich woman, and that the princess was a good match.
When he was informed that among others awaiting him in his reception room there was a Frenchman who had brought a letter from his wife, the Countess Helene, he felt suddenly overcome by that sense of confusion and hopelessness to which he was apt to succumb.
He felt that everything was now at an end, all was in confusion and crumbling to pieces, that nobody was right or wrong, the future held nothing, and there was no escape from this position.
When he felt he was being looked at he behaved like an ostrich which hides its head in a bush in order not to be seen: he hung his head and quickening his pace went down the street.
He unexpectedly felt himself ridiculous, weak, and alone, with no ground to stand on.
When, awakened from his sleep, he received that cold, peremptory note from Kutuzov, he felt the more irritated the more he felt himself to blame.
Rostopchin felt this, and it was this which exasperated him.
Recent as that mental picture was, Rostopchin already felt that it had cut deep into his heart and drawn blood.
Even now he felt clearly that the gory trace of that recollection would not pass with time, but that the terrible memory would, on the contrary, dwell in his heart ever more cruelly and painfully to the end of his life.
But when he returned to the house convinced that Moscow would not be defended, he suddenly felt that what before had seemed to him merely a possibility had now become absolutely necessary and inevitable.
Pierre had first experienced this strange and fascinating feeling at the Sloboda Palace, when he had suddenly felt that wealth, power, and life--all that men so painstakingly acquire and guard--if it has any worth has so only by reason of the joy with which it can all be renounced.
But however indubitable that conclusion and the officer's conviction based upon it, Pierre felt it necessary to disillusion him.
Pierre still considered that it would be a useful and worthy action to slay the evildoer, but now he felt that he would not do it.
He did not know why, but he felt a foreboding that he would not carry out his intention.
It was plain that l'amour which the Frenchman was so fond of was not that low and simple kind that Pierre had once felt for his wife, nor was it the romantic love stimulated by himself that he experienced for Natasha.
Challenged by this question Pierre raised his head and felt a need to express the thoughts that filled his mind.
And suddenly remembering his intention he grew dizzy and felt so faint that he leaned against the fence to save himself from falling.
The cold she felt refreshed her.
She did not know why she had to, she knew the meeting would be painful, but felt the more convinced that it was necessary.
He felt Prince Andrew's pulse, and to his surprise and dissatisfaction found it had improved.
At the same time he felt that above his face, above the very middle of it, some strange airy structure was being erected out of slender needles or splinters, to the sound of this whispered music.
That is why I experienced such joy when I felt that I loved that man.
As Pierre approached that street the smoke became denser and denser--he even felt the heat of the fire.
But Pierre, though he felt that something unusual was happening around him, did not realize that he was approaching the fire.
Pierre felt as if he had come back to life after a heavy swoon.
Ooh! lamented Aniska, who at the sight of the fire felt that she too must give expression to her feelings.
It had a peculiarly strong effect on him because at the sight of the fire he felt himself suddenly freed from the ideas that had weighed him down.
He felt young, bright, adroit, and resolute.
Pierre felt that he had still much to do and to do quickly.
Glowing with the heat and from running, he felt at that moment more strongly than ever the sense of youth, animation, and determination that had come on him when he ran to save the child.
When he heard these words and saw the expression of firm resolution in the Emperor's eyes, Michaud--quoique etranger, russe de coeur et d'ame-- at that solemn moment felt himself enraptured by all that he had heard (as he used afterwards to say), and gave expression to his own feelings and those of the Russian people whose representative he considered himself to be, in the following words:
Among the men was an Italian prisoner, an officer of the French army; and Nicholas felt that the presence of that prisoner enhanced his own importance as a Russian hero.
Nicholas felt this, it seemed to him that everyone regarded the Italian in the same light, and he treated him cordially though with dignity and restraint.
As soon as Nicholas entered in his hussar uniform, diffusing around him a fragrance of perfume and wine, and had uttered the words "better late than never" and heard them repeated several times by others, people clustered around him; all eyes turned on him, and he felt at once that he had entered into his proper position in the province--that of a universal favorite: a very pleasant position, and intoxicatingly so after his long privations.
Nicholas suddenly felt a desire and need to tell his most intimate thoughts (which he would not have told to his mother, his sister, or his friend) to this woman who was almost a stranger.
Now, after a month passed in quiet surroundings, she felt more and more deeply the loss of her father which was associated in her mind with the ruin of Russia.
More than anything she feared lest the confusion she felt might overwhelm her and betray her as soon as she saw him.
He felt that the being before him was quite different from, and better than, anyone he had met before, and above all better than himself.
Nicholas blushed and was confused when people spoke to him about the princess (as she did when he was mentioned) and even when he thought of her, but in her presence he felt quite at ease, and said not at all what he had prepared, but what, quite appropriately, occurred to him at the moment.
But he also knew (or rather felt at the bottom of his heart) that by resigning himself now to the force of circumstances and to those who were guiding him, he was not only doing nothing wrong, but was doing something very important--more important than anything he had ever done in his life.
But that day's encounter in church had, he felt, sunk deeper than was desirable for his peace of mind.
He felt awed, and no clear picture presented itself to his mind.
And for the first time Sonya felt that out of her pure, quiet love for Nicholas a passionate feeling was beginning to grow up which was stronger than principle, virtue, or religion.
In their attitude toward him could still be felt both uncertainty as to who he might be – perhaps a very important person – and hostility as a result of their recent personal conflict with him.
Pierre felt sad at hearing them making fun of him.
On his way through the streets Pierre felt stifled by the smoke which seemed to hang over the whole city.
He felt this in the looks of the soldiers who, marching in regular ranks briskly and gaily, were escorting him and the other criminals; he felt it in the looks of an important French official in a carriage and pair driven by a soldier, whom they met on the way.
He felt it in the merry sounds of regimental music he heard from the left side of the field, and felt and realized it especially from the list of prisoners the French officer had read out when he came that morning.
Pierre felt himself to be an insignificant chip fallen among the wheels of a machine whose action he did not understand but which was working well.
Looking at his cold face, as he sat like a stern schoolmaster who was prepared to wait awhile for an answer, Pierre felt that every instant of delay might cost him his life; but he did not know what to say.
And Pierre felt that it was no one.
But now he felt that the universe had crumbled before his eyes and only meaningless ruins remained, and this not by any fault of his own.
He felt that it was not in his power to regain faith in the meaning of life.
This man was doing something to his legs in the darkness, and though Pierre could not see his face he felt that the man continually glanced at him.
And there was so much kindliness and simplicity in his singsong voice that Pierre tried to reply, but his jaw trembled and he felt tears rising to his eyes.
He loved his dog, his comrades, the French, and Pierre who was his neighbor, but Pierre felt that in spite of Karataev's affectionate tenderness for him (by which he unconsciously gave Pierre's spiritual life its due) he would not have grieved for a moment at parting from him.
She knew that she loved for the first and only time in her life and felt that she was beloved, and was happy in regard to it.
That feeling was so strong at the moment of leaving Voronezh that those who saw her off, as they looked at her careworn, despairing face, felt sure she would fall ill on the journey.
In spite of her one desire to see her brother as soon as possible, and her vexation that at the moment when all she wanted was to see him they should be trying to entertain her and pretending to admire her nephew, the princess noticed all that was going on around her and felt the necessity of submitting, for a time, to this new order of things which she had entered.
But she felt oppressed by the fact that the mood of everyone around her was so far from what was in her own heart.
She felt that from her she would be able to understand and learn everything.
She felt that it was impossible to ask, or to answer, in words.
When Natasha opened Prince Andrew's door with a familiar movement and let Princess Mary pass into the room before her, the princess felt the sobs in her throat.
On seeing his face and meeting his eyes Princess Mary's pace suddenly slackened, she felt her tears dry up and her sobs ceased.
She suddenly felt guilty and grew timid on catching the expression of his face and eyes.
In his words, his tone, and especially in that calm, almost antagonistic look could be felt an estrangement from everything belonging to this world, terrible in one who is alive.
Natasha, who felt her glance, did not look at her.
Not only did Prince Andrew know he would die, but he felt that he was dying and was already half dead.
He had felt it for the first time when the shell spun like a top before him, and he looked at the fallow field, the bushes, and the sky, and knew that he was face to face with death.
I felt you come in.
Natasha felt happy and agitated, but at once remembered that this would not do and that he had to be quiet.
He felt himself nearer to it.
Both Princess Mary and Natasha, who did not leave him, felt this.
They felt that they could not express in words what they understood.
The old count cried because he felt that before long, he, too, must take the same terrible step.
But by the time this letter, which proved that the real relation of the forces had already made itself felt in Petersburg, was dispatched, Kutuzov had found himself unable any longer to restrain the army he commanded from attacking and a battle had taken place.
"They can still be called back," said one of his suite, who like Count Orlov felt distrustful of the adventure when he looked at the enemy's camp.
All his men felt the same excitement.
And Pierre felt that their opinion placed responsibilities upon him.
Pierre felt that that fatal force which had crushed him during the executions, but which he had not felt during his imprisonment, now again controlled his existence.
It was terrible, but he felt that in proportion to the efforts of that fatal force to crush him, there grew and strengthened in his soul a power of life independent of it.
So it came about that at the council at Malo-Yaroslavets, when the generals pretending to confer together expressed various opinions, all mouths were closed by the opinion uttered by the simple-minded soldier Mouton who, speaking last, said what they all felt: that the one thing needful was to get away as quickly as possible; and no one, not even Napoleon, could say anything against that truth which they all recognized.
And the impulses felt by a single person are always magnified in a crowd.
That unknown quantity is the spirit of the army, that is to say, the greater or lesser readiness to fight and face danger felt by all the men composing an army, quite independently of whether they are, or are not, fighting under the command of a genius, in two--or three-line formation, with cudgels or with rifles that repeat thirty times a minute.
Denisov in a felt cloak and a sheepskin cap from which the rain ran down was riding a thin thoroughbred horse with sunken sides.
Beside Denisov rode an esaul, * Denisov's fellow worker, also in felt cloak and sheepskin cap, and riding a large sleek Don horse.
Behind them along the narrow, sodden, cutup forest road came hussars in threes and fours, and then Cossacks: some in felt cloaks, some in French greatcoats, and some with horsecloths over their heads.
He looked round at the captive drummer boy and felt a pang in his heart.
He felt it necessary to hold his head higher, to brace himself, and to question the esaul with an air of importance about tomorrow's undertaking, that he might not be unworthy of the company in which he found himself.
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.
When Pierre reached the fire and heard Platon's voice enfeebled by illness, and saw his pathetic face brightly lit up by the blaze, he felt a painful prick at his heart.
But well as he knew it, Pierre now listened to that tale as to something new, and the quiet rapture Karataev evidently felt as he told it communicated itself also to Pierre.
But these orders and reports were only on paper, nothing in them was acted upon for they could not be carried out, and though they entitled one another Majesties, Highnesses, or Cousins, they all felt that they were miserable wretches who had done much evil for which they had now to pay.
After Prince Andrew's death Natasha and Princess Mary alike felt this.
After she felt herself deserted by Princes Mary and alone in her grief, Natasha spent most of the time in her room by herself, sitting huddled up feet and all in the corner of the sofa, tearing and twisting something with her slender nervous fingers and gazing intently and fixedly at whatever her eyes chanced to fall on.
She felt all the time as if she might at any moment penetrate that on which--with a terrible questioning too great for her strength--her spiritual gaze was fixed.
Terrible anguish struck her heart, she felt a dreadful ache as if something was being torn inside her and she were dying.
Together they felt more in harmony with one another than either of them felt with herself when alone.
The French did not need to be informed of the fact that half the prisoners--with whom the Russians did not know what to do- -perished of cold and hunger despite their captors' desire to save them; they felt that it could not be otherwise.
All this at the time seemed merely strange to Pierre: he felt he could not grasp its significance.
That search for the aim of life had not merely disappeared temporarily--he felt that it no longer existed for him and could not present itself again.
He had only felt that it must exist somewhere and had looked for it.
Willarski felt dull in Orel and was pleased to meet a man of his own circle and, as he supposed, of similar interests.
In practical matters Pierre unexpectedly felt within himself a center of gravity he had previously lacked.
Now to his surprise he found that he no longer felt either doubt or perplexity about these questions.
He was as indifferent as heretofore to money matters, but now he felt certain of what ought and what ought not to be done.
His income would be reduced by three fourths, but he felt it must be done.
Throughout his journey he felt like a schoolboy on holiday.
Pierre felt particularly well disposed toward them all, but was now instinctively on his guard for fear of binding himself in any way.
He felt himself not only free from social obligations but also from that feeling which, it seemed to him, he had aroused in himself.
He glanced once at the companion's face, saw her attentive and kindly gaze fixed on him, and, as often happens when one is talking, felt somehow that this companion in the black dress was a good, kind, excellent creature who would not hinder his conversing freely with Princess Mary.
Pierre's confusion had now almost vanished, but at the same time he felt that his freedom had also completely gone.
He felt that there was now a judge of his every word and action whose judgment mattered more to him than that of all the rest of the world.
He listened to her and felt only pity for her, for what she was suffering now while she was speaking.
Pierre gazed at the door through which she had disappeared and did not understand why he suddenly felt all alone in the world.
But he had hardly entered the room before he felt her presence with his whole being by the loss of his sense of freedom.
He felt uneasy and embarrassed, but sat on because he simply could not get up and take his leave.
The reawakened power of life that had seized Natasha was so evidently irrepressible and unexpected by her that in her presence Princess Mary felt that she had no right to reproach her even in her heart.
He felt that the more he valued her the less he loved her.
He suddenly felt sorry for her and was vaguely conscious that he might be the cause of the sadness her face expressed.
Only when he had understood the peasants' tastes and aspirations, had learned to talk their language, to grasp the hidden meaning of their words, and felt akin to them did he begin boldly to manage his serfs, that is, to perform toward them the duties demanded of him.
When a decision had to be taken regarding a domestic serf, especially if one had to be punished, he always felt undecided and consulted everybody in the house; but when it was possible to have a domestic serf conscripted instead of a land worker he did so without the least hesitation.
He never felt any hesitation in dealing with the peasants.
He did not allow himself either to be hard on or punish a man, or to make things easy for or reward anyone, merely because he felt inclined to do so.
She felt he had a world apart, which he loved passionately and which had laws she had not fathomed.
She could not find fault with Sonya in any way and tried to be fond of her, but often felt ill-will toward her which she could not overcome.
But today she quite forgot that and was hurt that he should be angry with her without any reason, and she felt unhappy.
Nicholas and his wife lived together so happily that even Sonya and the old countess, who felt jealous and would have liked them to disagree, could find nothing to reproach them with; but even they had their moments of antagonism.
Countess Mary looked round, saw little Andrew following her, felt that Sonya was right, and for that very reason flushed and with evident difficulty refrained from saying something harsh.
She felt that the allurements instinct had formerly taught her to use would now be merely ridiculous in the eyes of her husband, to whom she had from the first moment given herself up entirely--that is, with her whole soul, leaving no corner of it hidden from him.
He felt the good and bad within himself inextricably mingled and overlapping.
"He's come!" she exclaimed as she ran past, and Denisov felt that he too was delighted that Pierre, whom he did not much care for, had returned.
For instance, Pierre's return was a joyful and important event and they all felt it to be so.
He alone could play on the clavichord that ecossaise (his only piece) to which, as he said, all possible dances could be danced, and they felt sure he had brought presents for them all.
Pierre felt the different outlooks of these various worlds and made haste to satisfy all their expectations.
He felt that his way of life had now been settled once for all till death and that to change it was not in his power, and so that way of life proved economical.
She felt the quality of the material.
After the deaths of her son and husband in such rapid succession, she felt herself a being accidentally forgotten in this world and left without aim or object for her existence.
Thus in the morning--especially if she had eaten anything rich the day before--she felt a need of being angry and would choose as the handiest pretext Belova's deafness.
When she wanted to be agitated, Nicholas and his health would be the pretext, and when she felt a need to speak spitefully, the pretext would be Countess Mary.
Pierre maintained the contrary, and as his mental faculties were greater and more resourceful, Nicholas felt himself cornered.
She looked at him and did not think, but felt, about something different.
She felt a submissive tender love for this man who would never understand all that she understood, and this seemed to make her love for him still stronger and added a touch of passionate tenderness.
She did not compare them with him, but compared her feeling for them with her feeling for him, and felt with regret that there was something lacking in her feeling for young Nicholas.
Besides, when I was in Petersburg I felt (I can say this to you) that the whole affair would go to pieces without me--everyone was pulling his own way.
In his place was his father-- Prince Andrew--and his father had neither shape nor form, but he existed, and when little Nicholas perceived him he grew faint with love: he felt himself powerless, limp, and formless.
The presence of the problem of man's free will, though unexpressed, is felt at every step of history.
When Josh died, Mary had indicated that she felt Carmen was at least partially responsible.
I just wondered how you felt about him hiding things from you.
Carmen refrained from looking at Alex or displaying the shock she felt at the introduction of two more siblings he had never mentioned - an entire family.
Alondra would have been stiff and formal no matter what she wore.
The room felt comfortable and the children were asleep.
Maybe he felt more comfortable thinking of it that way.
I didn't realize you felt that way.
If Alex felt the need to protect her from Gerald, maybe she shouldn't be dancing with him.
Well, he was probably embarrassed by her outburst and felt the need to explain.
Carmen felt warmth flood her face.
Something about the way he was watching her felt uncomfortable.
It felt so good to be home.
But I felt it for you before we got married.
What felt good a minute ago now sounded like suicide.
"I wonder if this is how he felt," he mused to himself.
He had an idea of how his father felt, fearing he would have to watch his little boy grow and not being able to be the provider.
But the travellers were obliged to rest, and while they were sitting on the rocky floor the Wizard felt in his pocket and brought out the nine tiny piglets.
Pierre, however, felt excited, and the general desire to show that they were ready to go to all lengths--which found expression in the tones and looks more than in the substance of the speeches--infected him too.
He now felt ashamed of his speech with its constitutional tendency and sought an opportunity of effacing it.
In historical works on the year 1812 French writers are very fond of saying that Napoleon felt the danger of extending his line, that he sought a battle and that his marshals advised him to stop at Smolensk, and of making similar statements to show that the danger of the campaign was even then understood.
The officer, Timokhin, with his red little nose, standing on the dam wiping himself with a towel, felt confused at seeing the prince, but made up his mind to address him nevertheless.
But never had she felt so grieved for him or so much afraid of losing him.
She could understand nothing, think of nothing and feel nothing, except passionate love for her father, love such as she thought she had never felt till that moment.
Having wrung a submissive "I understand" from Dron, Alpatych contented himself with that, though he not only doubted but felt almost certain that without the help of troops the carts would not be forthcoming.
She said her only consolation was the fact that the princess allowed her to share her sorrow, that all the old misunderstandings should sink into nothing but this great grief; that she felt herself blameless in regard to everyone, and that he, from above, saw her affection and gratitude.
Surely it didn't take that long to tell him she felt abandoned.
It felt like a sudden and painful swelling.
Her head felt like it could float off her body.
Her hands were trembling and she felt sick to her stomach.
The little man, having had a good sleep, felt rested and refreshed, and looking through the glass partition of the room he saw Zeb sitting up on his bench and yawning.
Surely he wouldn't have gone down there to help if he felt that way.
Quint felt the warmth flow into his face.
Somewhere in the back of her mind Lisa knew it felt good.
In fact, now she felt nothing.
The boy felt very much ashamed.