Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it.
Come to the house with me.
Living in that house and using the pool would be like a summer vacation, not a job.
I build a house and lay out a garden, and you build hospitals.
"It's here, close by," said she and, running across the yard, opened a gate in a wooden fence and, stopping, pointed out to him a small wooden wing of the house, which was burning brightly and fiercely.
As he was going along a foot path across a wide- open space adjoining the Povarskoy on one side and the gardens of Prince Gruzinski's house on the other, Pierre suddenly heard the desperate weeping of a woman close to him.
In that small house, there were few secrets.
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.
A house without children is not a home.
The house of the future won't just be better than the house you have today.
But your house will do more.
Which is your house? he asked.
It sounded like a good chance to get away from this house and the memories for a while.
Then he said, "Your house is a very poor place, I think."
"That," said Zeb, "explains why this house is used by them for a prison.
I've only been in the house a few times.
Connie had moved into the house for a while.
After the dishes were done and the beds made, she usually wandered around the house or sat in the yard, soaking up sun.
"Yes, dear," her mistress replied; "there are people living in this house, although we cannot see them.
If you'll come back to my house, you shall have the best room in it--yes, all the rooms if you wish.
When they reached Mr. Johnson's house, the old man politely handed him the turkey and turned to go.
So, with his own hands he carried the golden tripod to the little house where Thales lived.
Everywhere you turned, people were speculating about, or building models of, the "House of Tomorrow," the "Car of Tomorrow," or the "Workplace of Tomorrow."
We walked down the path to the well-house, attracted by the fragrance of the honeysuckle with which it was covered.
Maybe he only maintained the house for someone else.
The officer began to write, but just as he finished the first word, a bomb came through the roof of the house and struck the floor close by him.
He built a house of some sticks and vines.
Of course I did not know what it was all about, but I enjoyed the pleasant odours that filled the house and the tidbits that were given to Martha Washington and me to keep us quiet.
Bagration drove up in a carriage to the house occupied by Barclay.
Their issues faded into the background as they began preparing the house for the new babies.
She called the house phone.
Directing Connie to the house would be difficult, but Lisa could wait at the end of the drive.
Now son, the house won't clean itself.
"You can call your parents from the house," he said.
I need someone to take care of Tammy and help Mom with the house and garden.
Can you watch the house for me while I'm gone?
She's a house guest, not a prisoner.
No; she just dug her claws into the wood and climbed down the sides of this house to the ground.
Eureka clung with her claws to the wooden side of the house and let herself down easily.
They belong to the rich man who lives in the big white house there among the trees.
Then I thought of our own warm little house, and how snug we could make him until he came to his senses again.
Before Mrs. Jacquot could open it, some one called out, "Is this the house of Jacquot, the charcoal man?"
The messengers found him in his house talking to his friends and teaching them wisdom.
By the end of the four-month campaign, the White House would receive two million dimes.
You might remember the story of Kyle MacDonald who famously traded up from one red paperclip to a house, one small exchange at a time between July 2005 and July 2006.
But surely a pan that warns you if your house is burning down or your food will kill you has to be worth $200 to you.
It will do things you don't expect a house to do.
It will know everyone who is supposed to be in the house and alert you when someone else is in the house (replacing the family dog of old in whom we never fully placed our trust).
The house will know where everything in it is; you will never again lose your keys or your child's favorite stuffed animal.
Your house will not be "smart" insofar as it will not seem alive to you any more than your garage door opener or your web browser does.
This house will be cheaper to build than a house today and worth vastly more to you for all the cool things it does.
In a speech to the House of Representatives at this same time, Congressman Davy Crockett told the story of getting chewed out by a constituent for voting for a $20,000 emergency relief bill for the homeless in a city just wiped out by a fire.
While Simonides was outside, the roof of the house caved in and killed everyone.
A few impressions stand out vividly from the first years of my life; but "the shadows of the prison-house are on the rest."
It is a custom in the South to build a small house near the homestead as an annex to be used on occasion.
It was called "Ivy Green" because the house and the surrounding trees and fences were covered with beautiful English ivy.
When I was about five years old we moved from the little vine-covered house to a large new one.
I guessed vaguely from my mother's signs and from the hurrying to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited on the steps.
I left the well-house eager to learn.
I promised to keep still while she went to the house to fetch it.
He had made his leap, he had seen the great world, and was content to stay in his pretty glass house under the big fuchsia tree until he attained the dignity of froghood.
Every morning after breakfast I prepared his bath, made his cage clean and sweet, filled his cups with fresh seed and water from the well-house, and hung a spray of chickweed in his swing.
I felt of him and thought it very strange that he should carry his house on his back.
Round the house was a wide piazza, where the mountain winds blew, sweet with all wood-scents.
The rafters creaked and strained, and the branches of the trees surrounding the house rattled and beat against the windows, as the winds rioted up and down the country.
I lived with several others in one of the pleasant houses connected with the school, the house where Mr. Howells used to live, and we all had the advantage of home life.
God can dumbness keep While Sin creeps grinning through His house of Time.
Most of them I met first in the house of my good friend, Mr. Laurence Hutton.
Not far from the mill there was an old house, with many trees growing close to it.
There were eight pigeons on the roof of the house, and a great dog on the step.
We thought everything was arranged: but we found Monday that Mrs. Elliott would not be willing to let us invite more than fifty people, because Mrs. Howe's house is quite small.
Teacher said yesterday, that perhaps Mrs. Spaulding would be willing to let us have her beautiful house, and [I] thought I would ask you about it.
Please let me know what you think about the house, and try to forgive me for troubling you so much.
Their house stands near a charming lake where we went boating and canoeing, which was great fun.
Every morning, before lesson-time, we all go out to the steep hill on the northern shore of the lake near the house, and coast for an hour or so.
He has a charming, romantic house on a mountain called Beinn Bhreagh, which overlooks the Bras d'Or Lake....
Words are powerless to describe the desolation of that prison-house, or the joy of the soul that is delivered out of its captivity.
The drive from the station to the house, a distance of one mile, was very lovely and restful.
As we approached the house I saw a child standing in the doorway, and Captain Keller said, There she is.
Since I wrote you, Helen and I have gone to live all by ourselves in a little garden-house about a quarter of a mile from her home, only a short distance from Ivy Green, the Keller homestead.
The little house is a genuine bit of paradise.
Our meals are brought from the house, and we usually eat on the piazza.
Her father says he is going to fit up a gymnasium for her in the pump-house; but we both like a good romp better than set exercises.
We went out to the pump-house, and I made Helen hold her mug under the spout while I pumped.
Just then the nurse brought Helen's little sister into the pump-house, and Helen spelled "baby" and pointed to the nurse.
All the way back to the house she was highly excited, and learned the name of every object she touched, so that in a few hours she had adDED THIRTY NEW WORDS TO HER VOCABULARY.
She led the way to the pump-house, and there in the corner was one of the setters with five dear little pups!
She evidently understood that VERY was the name of the new thing that had come into her head; for all the way back to the house she used the word VERY correctly.
She is going through the house now, applying the new words to all kinds of objects.
Usually we take one of the little "Readers" up in a big tree near the house and spend an hour or two finding the words Helen already knows.
I can now tell her to go upstairs or down, out of doors or into the house, lock or unlock a door, take or bring objects, sit, stand, walk, run, lie, creep, roll, or climb.
She has counted everything in the house, and is now busy counting the words in her primer.
The same day she had learned, at different times, the words: hOUSE, WEED, DUST, SWING, MOLASSES, FAST, SLOW, MAPLE-SUGAR and COUNTER, and she had not forgotten one of these last.
Just then the nurse came into the cistern-house bringing her little sister.
On her return to the house after her visit to the cemetery, she ran to the closet where these toys were kept, and carried them to my friend, saying, "They are poor little Florence's."
When she was not occupied, she wandered restlessly about the house, making strange though rarely unpleasant sounds.
In one of his letters, speaking of how God in every way tells us of His love, he says, "I think he writes it even upon the walls of the great house of nature which we live in, that he is our Father."
As he came in sight of the rose-bushes that grew near the side of the house, he suddenly clapped his hands, and with a little shout of joy stopped to look at them; they were all covered with lovely rosebuds.
My house is not resplendent with ivory and gold; nor is it adorned with marble arches, resting on graceful columns brought from the quarries of distant Africa.
Not long since, a strolling Indian went to sell baskets at the house of a well-known lawyer in my neighborhood.
It plays house, as well as horse, having an instinct for it.
However, if one designs to construct a dwelling-house, it behooves him to exercise a little Yankee shrewdness, lest after all he find himself in a workhouse, a labyrinth without a clue, a museum, an almshouse, a prison, or a splendid mausoleum instead.
You could sit up as late as you pleased, and, whenever you got up, go abroad without any landlord or house-lord dogging you for rent.
A comfortable house for a rude and hardy race, that lived mostly out of doors, was once made here almost entirely of such materials as Nature furnished ready to their hands.
And when the farmer has got his house, he may not be the richer but the poorer for it, and it be the house that has got him.
Granted that the majority are able at last either to own or hire the modern house with all its improvements.
By the middle of April, for I made no haste in my work, but rather made the most of it, my house was framed and ready for the raising.
The house is still but a sort of porch at the entrance of a burrow.
There is some of the same fitness in a man's building his own house that there is in a bird's building its own nest.
But a man has no more to do with the style of architecture of his house than a tortoise with that of its shell: nor need the soldier be so idle as to try to paint the precise color of his virtue on his standard.
One man says, in his despair or indifference to life, take up a handful of the earth at your feet, and paint your house that color.
Better paint your house your own complexion; let it turn pale or blush for you.
Before winter I built a chimney, and shingled the sides of my house, which were already impervious to rain, with imperfect and sappy shingles made of the first slice of the log, whose edges I was obliged to straighten with a plane.
I have thus a tight shingled and plastered house, ten feet wide by fifteen long, and eight-feet posts, with a garret and a closet, a large window on each side, two trap doors, one door at the end, and a brick fireplace opposite.
The dead and for the most part unmerchantable wood behind my house, and the driftwood from the pond, have supplied the remainder of my fuel.
I was more independent than any farmer in Concord, for I was not anchored to a house or farm, but could follow the bent of my genius, which is a very crooked one, every moment.
Bread I at first made of pure Indian meal and salt, genuine hoe-cakes, which I baked before my fire out of doors on a shingle or the end of a stick of timber sawed off in building my house; but it was wont to get smoked and to have a piny flavor.
Undoubtedly, in this case, what is true for one is truer still for a thousand, as a large house is not proportionally more expensive than a small one, since one roof may cover, one cellar underlie, and one wall separate several apartments.
What is a house but a sedes, a seat?--better if a country seat.
I discovered many a site for a house not likely to be soon improved, which some might have thought too far from the village, but to my eyes the village was too far from it.
To my imagination it retained throughout the day more or less of this auroral character, reminding me of a certain house on a mountain which I had visited a year before.
I discovered that my house actually had its site in such a withdrawn, but forever new and unprofaned, part of the universe.
If we read of one man robbed, or murdered, or killed by accident, or one house burned, or one vessel wrecked, or one steamboat blown up, or one cow run over on the Western Railroad, or one mad dog killed, or one lot of grasshoppers in the winter--we never need read of another.
Incessant labor with my hands, at first, for I had my house to finish and my beans to hoe at the same time, made more study impossible.
The next time the novelist rings the bell I will not stir though the meeting-house burn down.
When my floor was dirty, I rose early, and, setting all my furniture out of doors on the grass, bed and bedstead making but one budget, dashed water on the floor, and sprinkled white sand from the pond on it, and then with a broom scrubbed it clean and white; and by the time the villagers had broken their fast the morning sun had dried my house sufficiently to allow me to move in again, and my meditations were almost uninterupted.
My house was on the side of a hill, immediately on the edge of the larger wood, in the midst of a young forest of pitch pines and hickories, and half a dozen rods from the pond, to which a narrow footpath led down the hill.
The sumach (Rhus glabra) grew luxuriantly about the house, pushing up through the embankment which I had made, and growing five or six feet the first season.
My nearest neighbor is a mile distant, and no house is visible from any place but the hill-tops within half a mile of my own.
In those driving northeast rains which tried the village houses so, when the maids stood ready with mop and pail in front entries to keep the deluge out, I sat behind my door in my little house, which was all entry, and thoroughly enjoyed its protection.
I have a great deal of company in my house; especially in the morning, when nobody calls.
It is surprising how many great men and women a small house will contain.
One inconvenience I sometimes experienced in so small a house, the difficulty of getting to a sufficient distance from my guest when we began to utter the big thoughts in big words.
In my house we were so near that we could not begin to hear--we could not speak low enough to be heard; as when you throw two stones into calm water so near that they break each other's undulations.
He was about twenty-eight years old, and had left Canada and his father's house a dozen years before to work in the States, and earn money to buy a farm with at last, perhaps in his native country.
Frequently he would leave his dinner in the bushes, when his dog had caught a woodchuck by the way, and go back a mile and a half to dress it and leave it in the cellar of the house where he boarded, after deliberating first for half an hour whether he could not sink it in the pond safely till nightfall--loving to dwell long upon these themes.
Many a traveller came out of his way to see me and the inside of my house, and, as an excuse for calling, asked for a glass of water.
Sometimes I had a companion in my fishing, who came through the village to my house from the other side of the town, and the catching of the dinner was as much a social exercise as the eating of it.
When I was building, one of these had its nest underneath the house, and before I had laid the second floor, and swept out the shavings, would come out regularly at lunch time and pick up the crumbs at my feet.
I formerly saw the raccoon in the woods behind where my house is built, and probably still heard their whinnering at night.
I took up the chip on which the three I have particularly described were struggling, carried it into my house, and placed it under a tumbler on my window-sill, in order to see the issue.
They grew also behind my house, and one large tree, which almost overshadowed it, was, when in flower, a bouquet which scented the whole neighborhood, but the squirrels and the jays got most of its fruit; the last coming in flocks early in the morning and picking the nuts out of the burs before they fell, I relinquished these trees to them and visited the more distant woods composed wholly of chestnut.
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.
When I began to have a fire at evening, before I plastered my house, the chimney carried smoke particularly well, because of the numerous chinks between the boards.
My house never pleased my eye so much after it was plastered, though I was obliged to confess that it was more comfortable.
I now first began to inhabit my house, I may say, when I began to use it for warmth as well as shelter.
All the attractions of a house were concentrated in one room; it was kitchen, chamber, parlor, and keeping-room; and whatever satisfaction parent or child, master or servant, derive from living in a house, I enjoyed it all.
I had an old axe which nobody claimed, with which by spells in winter days, on the sunny side of the house, I played about the stumps which I had got out of my bean-field.
My house was not empty though I was gone.
But my house occupied so sunny and sheltered a position, and its roof was so low, that I could afford to let the fire go out in the middle of almost any winter day.
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.
Where now firm open fields stretch from the village to the woods, it then ran through a maple swamp on a foundation of logs, the remnants of which, doubtless, still underlie the present dusty highway, from the Stratton, now the Alms-House Farm, to Brister's Hill.
East of my bean-field, across the road, lived Cato Ingraham, slave of Duncan Ingraham, Esquire, gentleman, of Concord village, who built his slave a house, and gave him permission to live in Walden Woods;--Cato, not Uticensis, but Concordiensis.
He too, however, occupies an equally narrow house at present.
Here, by the very corner of my field, still nearer to town, Zilpha, a colored woman, had her little house, where she spun linen for the townsfolk, making the Walden Woods ring with her shrill singing, for she had a loud and notable voice.
One old frequenter of these woods remembers, that as he passed her house one noon he heard her muttering to herself over her gurgling pot--"Ye are all bones, bones!"
We thought it was far south over the woods--we who had run to fires before--barn, shop, or dwelling-house, or all together.
The house being gone, he looked at what there was left.
Before his house was pulled down, when his comrades avoided it as "an unlucky castle," I visited it.
The skin of a woodchuck was freshly stretched upon the back of the house, a trophy of his last Waterloo; but no warm cap or mittens would he want more.
Little did the dusky children think that the puny slip with its two eyes only, which they stuck in the ground in the shadow of the house and daily watered, would root itself so, and outlive them, and house itself in the rear that shaded it, and grown man's garden and orchard, and tell their story faintly to the lone wanderer a half-century after they had grown up and died--blossoming as fair, and smelling as sweet, as in that first spring.
Again, perhaps, Nature will try, with me for a first settler, and my house raised last spring to be the oldest in the hamlet.
But no friendly Indian concerned himself about me; nor needed he, for the master of the house was at home.
Sometimes, notwithstanding the snow, when I returned from my walk at evening I crossed the deep tracks of a woodchopper leading from my door, and found his pile of whittlings on the hearth, and my house filled with the odor of his pipe.
There was one other with whom I had "solid seasons," long to be remembered, at his house in the village, and who looked in upon me from time to time; but I had no more for society there.
The Vishnu Purana says, "The house-holder is to remain at eventide in his courtyard as long as it takes to milk a cow, or longer if he pleases, to await the arrival of a guest."
I took this course when I went to lecture in Lincoln in the evening, travelling in no road and passing no house between my own hut and the lecture room.
Usually the red squirrel (Sciurus Hudsonius) waked me in the dawn, coursing over the roof and up and down the sides of the house, as if sent out of the woods for this purpose.
One had her form under my house all winter, separated from me only by the flooring, and she startled me each morning by her hasty departure when I began to stir--thump, thump, thump, striking her head against the floor timbers in her hurry.
The snow lying deep on the earth dotted with young pines, and the very slope of the hill on which my house is placed, seemed to say, Forward!
He cuts and saws the solid pond, unroofs the house of fishes, and carts off their very element and air, held fast by chains and stakes like corded wood, through the favoring winter air, to wintry cellars, to underlie the summer there.
Suddenly an influx of light filled my house, though the evening was at hand, and the clouds of winter still overhung it, and the eaves were dripping with sleety rain.
The pitch pines and shrub oaks about my house, which had so long drooped, suddenly resumed their several characters, looked brighter, greener, and more erect and alive, as if effectually cleansed and restored by the rain.
The phÅ“be had already come once more and looked in at my door and window, to see if my house was cavern-like enough for her, sustaining herself on humming wings with clinched talons, as if she held by the air, while she surveyed the premises.
The style, the house and grounds and "entertainment" pass for nothing with me.
Probably this is the only house in the town where verses are composed, which are afterward printed in a circular form, but not published.
Pierre reaching the house first went into Prince Andrew's study like one quite at home, and from habit immediately lay down on the sofa, took from the shelf the first book that came to his hand (it was Caesar's Commentaries), and resting on his elbow, began reading it in the middle.
She had changed her gown for a house dress as fresh and elegant as the other.
But the nearer he drew to the house the more he felt the impossibility of going to sleep on such a night.
Reaching the large house near the Horse Guards' barracks, in which Anatole lived, Pierre entered the lighted porch, ascended the stairs, and went in at the open door.
He has been to the house, you know, and danced with the children.
Outside the house, beyond the gates, a group of undertakers, who hid whenever a carriage drove up, waited in expectation of an important order for an expensive funeral.
After sitting so for a while he rose, and, looking about him with frightened eyes, went with unusually hurried steps down the long corridor leading to the back of the house, to the room of the eldest princess.
Pausing for a moment, Pierre noticed several other men of the same kind hiding in the shadow of the house on both sides.
Around the table all who were at Count Bezukhov's house that night had gathered to fortify themselves.
From the far side of the house through the closed doors came the sound of difficult passages--twenty times repeated--of a sonata by Dussek.
Prince Andrew got out of the carriage, helped his little wife to alight, and let her pass into the house before him.
The house for your wife is ready.
In the dining room, which like all the rooms in the house was exceedingly lofty, the members of the household and the footmen--one behind each chair--stood waiting for the prince to enter.
The immense house was brilliant with lights shining through its lofty windows.
"Well now, gentlemen," said Bilibin, "Bolkonski is my guest in this house and in Brunn itself.
Between four and five in the afternoon, having made all his calls, he was returning to Bilibin's house thinking out a letter to his father about the battle and his visit to Brunn.
On reaching the village he dismounted and went to the nearest house, intending to rest if but for a moment, eat something, and try to sort out the stinging and tormenting thoughts that confused his mind.
"This is a mob of scoundrels and not an army," he was thinking as he went up to the window of the first house, when a familiar voice called him by name.
Entering the house, Prince Andrew saw Nesvitski and another adjutant having something to eat.
"Here, in that house," answered the adjutant.
Kutuzov himself, he was told, was in the house with Prince Bagration and Weyrother.
His whole time was taken up with dinners and balls and was spent chiefly at Prince Vasili's house in the company of the stout princess, his wife, and his beautiful daughter Helene.
The architect had told him that it was necessary, and Pierre, without knowing why, was having his enormous Petersburg house done up.
Anna Mikhaylovna, who always knew everything that passed in the house, on hearing of the arrival of the letter went softly into the room and found the count with it in his hand, sobbing and laughing at the same time.
In spite of this, or rather because of it, next day, November 15, after dinner he again went to Olmutz and, entering the house occupied by Kutuzov, asked for Bolkonski.
"Which house is it?" asked the driver.
That's our house, said Rostov.
"Dmitri," said Rostov to his valet on the box, "those lights are in our house, aren't they?"
The house stood cold and silent, as if quite regardless of who had come to it.
The races, the English Club, sprees with Denisov, and visits to a certain house--that was another matter and quite the thing for a dashing young hussar!
Pierre took him up, invited him to his house in Petersburg, and now... she has come here and that daredevil after her!" said Anna Mikhaylovna, wishing to show her sympathy for Pierre, but by involuntary intonations and a half smile betraying her sympathy for the "daredevil," as she called Dolokhov.
Pierre recalled how Helene had smilingly expressed disapproval of Dolokhov's living at their house, and how cynically Dolokhov had praised his wife's beauty to him and from that time till they came to Moscow had not left them for a day.
Both in Petersburg and in Moscow their house was always full of visitors.
He flung down the slab, broke it, and swooping down on her with outstretched hands shouted, "Get out!" in such a terrible voice that the whole house heard it with horror.
Princess Mary sat alone in her room listening to the sounds in the house, now and then opening her door when someone passed and watching what was going on in the passage.
Everyone in the house was dominated by the same feeling that Princess Mary experienced as she sat in her room.
"Gone to bed," replied the voice of Demyan the house steward, who was downstairs.
At that time in the Rostovs' house there prevailed an amorous atmosphere characteristic of homes where there are very young and very charming girls.
Dolokhov, who did not usually care for the society of ladies, began to come often to the house, and the question for whose sake he came (though no one spoke of it) was soon settled.
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.
Iogel had taken a ballroom in Bezukhov's house, and the ball, as everyone said, was a great success.
"I called once or twice at your house," said Rostov, reddening.
At that moment his home life, jokes with Petya, talks with Sonya, duets with Natasha, piquet with his father, and even his comfortable bed in the house on the Povarskaya rose before him with such vividness, clearness, and charm that it seemed as if it were all a lost and unappreciated bliss, long past.
After Denisov's departure, Rostov spent another fortnight in Moscow, without going out of the house, waiting for the money his father could not at once raise, and he spent most of his time in the girls' room.
Having entered the courtyard of a large house where the Lodge had its headquarters, and having ascended a dark staircase, they entered a small well-lit anteroom where they took off their cloaks without the aid of a servant.
About 80,000 went in payments on all the estates to the Land Bank, about 30,000 went for the upkeep of the estate near Moscow, the town house, and the allowance to the three princesses; about 15,000 was given in pensions and the same amount for asylums; 150,000 alimony was sent to the countess; about 70,000 went for interest on debts.
The house lay behind a newly dug pond filled with water to the brink and with banks still bare of grass.
The homestead consisted of a threshing floor, outhouses, stables, a bathhouse, a lodge, and a large brick house with semicircular facade still in course of construction.
Round the house was a garden newly laid out.
Pierre was struck by the modesty of the small though clean house after the brilliant surroundings in which he had last met his friend in Petersburg.
Prince Andrew spoke with some animation and interest only of the new homestead he was constructing and its buildings, but even here, while on the scaffolding, in the midst of a talk explaining the future arrangements of the house, he interrupted himself:
Then there's this house, which must be built in order to have a nook of one's own in which to be quiet.
It was getting dusk when Prince Andrew and Pierre drove up to the front entrance of the house at Bald Hills.
Prince Andrew led Pierre to his own apartments, which were always kept in perfect order and readiness for him in his father's house; he himself went to the nursery.
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.
He is here! thought Rostov, who had unconsciously returned to the house where Alexander lodged.
Saddled horses were standing before the house and the suite were assembling, evidently preparing for the Emperor to come out.
And even if they did arrest me for being here, what would it matter? thought he, looking at an officer who was entering the house the Emperor occupied.
Prince Andrew, depressed and preoccupied with the business about which he had to speak to the Marshal, was driving up the avenue in the grounds of the Rostovs' house at Otradnoe.
During the dull day, in the course of which he was entertained by his elderly hosts and by the more important of the visitors (the old count's house was crowded on account of an approaching name day), Prince Andrew repeatedly glanced at Natasha, gay and laughing among the younger members of the company, and asked himself each time, What is she thinking about?
As he had done on their first meeting at Kochubey's, Speranski produced a strong impression on Prince Andrew on the Wednesday, when he received him tÃªte-Ã -tÃªte at his own house and talked to him long and confidentially.
Among the many young men who frequented her house every day, Boris Drubetskoy, who had already achieved great success in the service, was the most intimate friend of the Bezukhov household since Helene's return from Erfurt.
I dreamed that Joseph Alexeevich was sitting in my house, and that I was very glad and wished to entertain him.
I saw that I was in Moscow in my house, in the big sitting room, and Joseph Alexeevich came in from the drawing room.
Among the men who very soon became frequent visitors at the Rostovs' house in Petersburg were Boris, Pierre whom the count had met in the street and dragged home with him, and Berg who spent whole days at the Rostovs' and paid the eldest daughter, Countess Vera, the attentions a young man pays when he intends to propose.
He drove to their house in some agitation.
At the appointed hour, however, he entered the modest house Speranski owned in the Taurida Gardens.
She was wearing a dark-blue house dress in which Prince Andrew thought her even prettier than in her ball dress.
Berg explained so clearly why he wanted to collect at his house a small but select company, and why this would give him pleasure, and why though he grudged spending money on cards or anything harmful, he was prepared to run into some expense for the sake of good society--that Pierre could not refuse, and promised to come.
Contrary to his habit of being late, Pierre on that day arrived at the Bergs' house, not at ten but at fifteen minutes to eight.
Everyone in the house realized for whose sake Prince Andrew came, and without concealing it he tried to be with Natasha all day.
In the house that poetic dullness and quiet reigned which always accompanies the presence of a betrothed couple.
Flushed and agitated she went about the house all that day, dry-eyed, occupied with most trivial matters as if not understanding what awaited her.
Only one thing, no more women are wanted in my house--let him marry and live by himself.
Yes, she's a good dog, gets what she's after, answered Ilagin indifferently, of the red-spotted bitch Erza, for which, a year before, he had given a neighbor three families of house serfs.
And if you put up at my house that will be better still.
"Uncle" dismounted at the porch of his little wooden house which stood in the midst of an overgrown garden and, after a glance at his retainers, shouted authoritatively that the superfluous ones should take themselves off and that all necessary preparations should be made to receive the guests and the visitors.
The house, with its bare, unplastered log walls, was not overclean--it did not seem that those living in it aimed at keeping it spotless--but neither was it noticeably neglected.
They looked at one another (now that the hunt was over and they were in the house, Nicholas no longer considered it necessary to show his manly superiority over his sister), Natasha gave him a wink, and neither refrained long from bursting into a peal of ringing laughter even before they had a pretext ready to account for it.
After a casual pause, such as often occurs when receiving friends for the first time in one's own house, "Uncle," answering a thought that was in his visitors' minds, said:
"Ah, there are still lights in the drawing-room!" she said, pointing to the windows of the house that gleamed invitingly in the moist velvety darkness of the night.
Natasha and Nicholas often noticed their parents conferring together anxiously and privately and heard suggestions of selling the fine ancestral Rostov house and estate near Moscow.
These were all their own people who had settled down in the house almost as members of the family, or persons who were, it seemed, obliged to live in the count's house.
Such were Dimmler the musician and his wife, Vogel the dancing master and his family, Belova, an old maiden lady, an inmate of the house, and many others such as Petya's tutors, the girls' former governess, and other people who simply found it preferable and more advantageous to live in the count's house than at home.
On the third day of Christmas week, after the midday dinner, all the inmates of the house dispersed to various rooms.
No one in the house sent people about or gave them as much trouble as Natasha did.
The mummers (some of the house serfs) dressed up as bears, Turks, innkeepers, and ladies--frightening and funny--bringing in with them the cold from outside and a feeling of gaiety, crowded, at first timidly, into the anteroom, then hiding behind one another they pushed into the ballroom where, shyly at first and then more and more merrily and heartily, they started singing, dancing, and playing Christmas games.
The crowd of people really had made the house stuffy.
Natasha's trousseau had to be ordered and the house sold.
Only the skeleton of life remained: his house, a brilliant wife who now enjoyed the favors of a very important personage, acquaintance with all Petersburg, and his court service with its dull formalities.
She is the first person in this house; she's my best friend, cried the prince.
The prince's house did not belong to what is known as fashionable society, but his little circle--though not much talked about in town-- was one it was more flattering to be received in than any other.
I turned him out of my house this morning.
That winter the Karagins' house was the most agreeable and hospitable in Moscow.
They drove up to the gloomy old house on the Vozdvizhenka and entered the vestibule.
Her whole house was scrubbed and cleaned on Saturdays; neither she nor the servants worked, and they all wore holiday dress and went to church.
But in nothing in the house was the holiday so noticeable as in Marya Dmitrievna's broad, stern face, which on that day wore an invariable look of solemn festivity.
Why doesn't he come to the house? asked Sonya.
With the same expression of agitated surprise and guilt she went about the house, taking up now one occupation, now another, and at once abandoning them.
The whole house was in a state of alarm and commotion.
Four days before, sentinels of the Preobrazhensk regiment had stood in front of the house to which Balashev was conducted, and now two French grenadiers stood there in blue uniforms unfastened in front and with shaggy caps on their heads, and an escort of hussars and uhlans and a brilliant suite of aides-de-camp, pages, and generals, who were waiting for Napoleon to come out, were standing at the porch, round his saddle horse and his Mameluke, Rustan.
Napoleon received Balashev in the very house in Vilna from which Alexander had dispatched him on his mission.
He entered through the gates with their stone pillars and drove up the avenue leading to the house as if he were entering an enchanted, sleeping castle.
"Then it must be so!" thought Prince Andrew as he drove out of the avenue from the house at Bald Hills.
She kept away from everyone in the house and felt at ease only with her brother Petya.
She hardly ever left the house and of those who came to see them was glad to see only one person, Pierre.
The first person he saw in the house was Natasha.
He frowned before his looking glass, gesticulated, shrugged his shoulders, and finally, without saying a word to anyone, took his cap and left the house by the back door, trying to avoid notice.
Some thirty years ago Ferapontov, by Alpatych's advice, had bought a wood from the prince, had begun to trade, and now had a house, an inn, and a corn dealer's shop in that province.
In front of the Governor's house Alpatych found a large number of people, Cossacks, and a traveling carriage of the Governor's.
Loaded carts stood at the house next to Ferapontov's and women were wailing and lamenting as they said good-by.
Others joined those men and stopped and told how cannon balls had fallen on a house close to them.
Princess Mary saw him walk out of the house in his uniform wearing all his orders and go down the garden to review his armed peasants and domestic serfs.
For three weeks the old prince lay stricken by paralysis in the new house Prince Andrew had built at Bogucharovo, ever in the same state, getting neither better nor worse.
Princess Mary listened without understanding him; she led him to the house, offered him lunch, and sat down with him.
You must be prepared for everything, said the Marshal, meeting her at the house door.
Just as horses shy and snort and gather about a dead horse, so the inmates of the house and strangers crowded into the drawing room round the coffin--the Marshal, the village Elder, peasant women--and all with fixed and frightened eyes, crossing themselves, bowed and kissed the old prince's cold and stiffened hand.
The sun had reached the other side of the house, and its slanting rays shone into the open window, lighting up the room and part of the morocco cushion at which Princess Mary was looking.
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.
On the way to Bogucharovo, a princely estate with a dwelling house and farm where they hoped to find many domestic serfs and pretty girls, they questioned Lavrushka about Napoleon and laughed at his stories, and raced one another to try Ilyin's horse.
At that moment, on the road leading from the big house, two women and a man in a white hat were seen coming toward the officers.
Rostov dismounted, gave his horse to the orderly, and followed Alpatych to the house, questioning him as to the state of affairs.
At the moment when Rostov and Ilyin were galloping along the road, Princess Mary, despite the dissuasions of Alpatych, her nurse, and the maids, had given orders to harness and intended to start, but when the cavalrymen were espied they were taken for Frenchmen, the coachman ran away, and the women in the house began to wail.
Unwilling to obtrude himself on the princess, Rostov did not go back to the house but remained in the village awaiting her departure.
When her carriage drove out of the house, he mounted and accompanied her eight miles from Bogucharovo to where the road was occupied by our troops.
He stopped in the village at the priest's house in front of which stood the commander-in-chief's carriage, and he sat down on the bench at the gate awaiting his Serene Highness, as everyone now called Kutuzov.
The Razumovskis wanted to buy his house and his estate near Moscow, but it drags on and on.
Every house in Mozhaysk had soldiers quartered in it, and at the hostel where Pierre was met by his groom and coachman there was no room to be had.
In front of a landowner's house to the left of the road stood carriages, wagons, and crowds of orderlies and sentinels.
Those are his quarters, and he pointed to the third house in the village of Gorki.
They knew that it was for the army to fight, and that if it could not succeed it would not do to take young ladies and house serfs to the Three Hills quarter of Moscow to fight Napoleon, and that they must go away, sorry as they were to abandon their property to destruction.
This letter was brought to Pierre's house when he was on the field of Borodino.
Almost all day long the house resounded with their running feet, their cries, and their spontaneous laughter.
On Saturday, the thirty-first of August, everything in the Rostovs' house seemed topsy-turvy.
The peasants and house serfs carrying out the things were treading heavily on the parquet floors.
You would be more comfortable somewhere in a house... in ours, for instance... the family are leaving.
"May the wounded men stay in our house?" she asked.
Natasha ran into the house and went on tiptoe through the half-open door into the sitting room, where there was a smell of vinegar and Hoffman's drops.
"Papa, is it all right--I've invited some of the wounded into the house?" said Natasha.
The old count, suddenly setting to work, kept passing from the yard to the house and back again, shouting confused instructions to the hurrying people, and flurrying them still more.
The servants ran noisily about the house and yard, shouting and disputing.
The masters are going away and the whole house will be empty, said the old woman to the old attendant.
We have a house of our own in Moscow, but it's a long way from here, and there's nobody living in it.
An enormous crowd of factory hands, house serfs, and peasants, with whom some officials, seminarists, and gentry were mingled, had gone early that morning to the Three Hills.
In the Rostovs' staid old-fashioned house the dissolution of former conditions of life was but little noticeable.
The count went into the house with him, repeating his order not to refuse the wounded who asked for a lift.
Berg drove up to his father-in-law's house in his spruce little trap with a pair of sleek roans, exactly like those of a certain prince.
They unloaded the wardrobe cart and sent it to take wounded men from a house two doors off.
The wounded prince: he spent the night in our house and is going with us.
He hired the first cab he met and told the driver to go to the Patriarch's Ponds, where the widow Bazdeev's house was.
Gerasim, being a servant who in his time had seen many strange things, accepted Pierre's taking up his residence in the house without surprise, and seemed pleased to have someone to wait on.
* (2) "House of my Mother."
The huge courtyard of the Rostovs' house was littered with wisps of hay and with dung from the horses, and not a soul was to be seen there.
From an unfinished house on the Varvarka, the ground floor of which was a dramshop, came drunken shouts and songs.
At the corner of the Moroseyka, opposite a large house with closed shutters and bearing a bootmaker's signboard, stood a score of thin, worn-out, gloomy-faced bootmakers, wearing overalls and long tattered coats.
And as he spoke he saw a young man coming round the corner of the house between two dragoons.
Having reached his country house and begun to give orders about domestic arrangements, the count grew quite tranquil.
Out of the windows of the Senate House the soldiers threw chairs into the Square for fuel and kindled fires there.
In cellars and storerooms similar men were busy among the provisions, and in the yards unlocking or breaking open coach house and stable doors, lighting fires in kitchens and kneading and baking bread with rolled-up sleeves, and cooking; or frightening, amusing, or caressing women and children.
And with that object he had asked Gerasim to get him a peasant's coat and a pistol, confiding to him his intentions of remaining in Joseph Alexeevich's house and keeping his name secret.
To the left of the house on the Pokrovka a fire glowed--the first of those that were beginning in Moscow.
At the gate of one house three Frenchmen, who were explaining something to some Russians who did not understand them, stopped Pierre asking if he did not know French.
"He says 'a woman,' and Mary Nikolievna is a lady," remarked a house serf.
After marching through a number of streets the patrol arrested five more Russian suspects: a small shopkeeper, two seminary students, a peasant, and a house serf, besides several looters.
For this purpose she arranged a meeting between the young people at the bishop's house before Mass.
Her position in the house was such that only by sacrifice could she show her worth, and she was accustomed to this and loved doing it.
But when she heard of Prince Andrew's presence in their house, despite her sincere pity for him and for Natasha, she was seized by a joyful and superstitious feeling that God did not intend her to be separated from Nicholas.
On the third day he was taken with the others to a house where a French general with a white mustache sat with two colonels and other Frenchmen with scarves on their arms.
Why was he in the yard of a burning house where witnesses had seen him?
Pierre and thirteen others were moved to the coach house of a merchant's house near the Crimean bridge.
He passed four days in the coach house near the Crimean bridge and during that time learned, from the talk of the French soldiers, that all those confined there were awaiting a decision which might come any day from the marshal.
On the eighth of September an officer--a very important one judging by the respect the guards showed him--entered the coach house where the prisoners were.
He and the other prisoners were taken to the right side of the Virgin's Field, to a large white house with an immense garden not far from the convent.
They were taken to the entrance and led into the house one by one.
Pierre remembered Ramballe, and named him and his regiment and the street where the house was.
But where they were to take him Pierre did not know: back to the coach house or to the place of execution his companions had pointed out to him as they crossed the Virgin's Field.
We had a well-to-do homestead, plenty of land, we peasants lived well and our house was one to thank God for.
"I have found out everything, your excellency: the Rostovs are staying at the merchant Bronnikov's house, in the Square not far from here, right above the Volga," said the courier.
His excellency is staying in the same house with them.
"Why, there, over at Echkino," said a Cossack officer, pointing to a country house in the far distance.
He dismounted and went up into the porch of a large country house which had remained intact between the Russian and French forces.
The theaters set up in the Kremlin and in Posnyakov's house were closed again at once because the actors and actresses were robbed.
And even that ruined and befouled house – which in dull weather was repulsively ugly – seemed quietly beautiful now, in the clear, motionless brilliance.
Pierre stood pressed against the wall of a charred house, listening to that noise which mingled in his imagination with the roll of the drums.
To get a better view, several officer prisoners climbed onto the wall of the half-burned house against which Pierre was leaning.
That same evening a house serf who had come from Borovsk said he had seen an immense army entering the town.
To the right, beyond a steep ravine, was a small village and a landowner's house with a broken roof.
In the village, in the house, in the garden, by the well, by the pond, over all the rising ground, and all along the road uphill from the bridge leading to the village, not more than five hundred yards away, crowds of men could be seen through the shimmering mist.
The shots came from the yard of the landowner's house he had visited the night before with Dolokhov.
After speaking to the senior French officer, who came out of the house with a white handkerchief tied to his sword and announced that they surrendered, Dolokhov dismounted and went up to Petya, who lay motionless with outstretched arms.
Dolokhov stood at the gate of the ruined house, letting a crowd of disarmed Frenchmen pass by.
That same day he had learned that Prince Andrew, after surviving the battle of Borodino for more than a month had recently died in the Rostovs' house at Yaroslavl, and Denisov who told him this news also mentioned Helene's death, supposing that Pierre had heard of it long before.
Besides the plunderers, very various people, some drawn by curiosity, some by official duties, some by self-interest--house owners, clergy, officials of all kinds, tradesmen, artisans, and peasants--streamed into Moscow as blood flows to the heart.
Pierre drove up to the house of the old prince in a most serious mood.
The house had escaped the fire; it showed signs of damage but its general aspect was unchanged.
Mary Abramovna invited me to her house and kept telling me what had happened, or ought to have happened, to me.
Pierre dined with them and would have spent the whole evening there, but Princess Mary was going to vespers and Pierre left the house with her.
Though Princess Mary and Natasha were evidently glad to see their visitor and though all Pierre's interest was now centered in that house, by the evening they had talked over everything and the conversation passed from one trivial topic to another and repeatedly broke off.
Whether the preservation of my father's house in Moscow, or the glory of the Russian arms, or the prosperity of the Petersburg and other universities, or the freedom of Poland or the greatness of Russia, or the balance of power in Europe, or a certain kind of European culture called "progress" appear to me to be good or bad, I must admit that besides these things the action of every historic character has other more general purposes inaccessible to me.
After receiving communion and unction he quietly died; and next day a throng of acquaintances who came to pay their last respects to the deceased filled the house rented by the Rostovs.
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.
The immense house on the old stone foundations was of wood, plastered only inside.
The house was spacious and had rooms for the house serfs and apartments for visitors.
Knowing that Natasha asked nothing for herself, and gave him commissions for others only when he himself had offered to undertake them, he now found an unexpected and childlike pleasure in this purchase of presents for everyone in the house, and never forgot anything.
When I was driving here today, the nearer I got to the house the more anxious I grew.
(Though there were two good portraits of Prince Andrew in the house, Nicholas never imagined him in human form.)
He parked the truck in front of the house and headed down the hill.
As they continued toward the house, he cleared his throat.
He was head of the house - the one who made final decisions.
They entered the house and she glanced at the dark fireplace.
Staring out the bay window at the old house, she abandoned her coffee cup on the window sill.
With so many people at their house, it was fortunate that the weather was warm and dry so they could utilize the courtyard for the children.
The Christmas tree could only be seen from the back of the house, but that didn't matter.
Maybe he was thinking about Alexia, but that was still on their land, in the old house before it was renovated.
Alex, I'm going to look at a house with your father.
Actually, it was way too much house as far as she was concerned, but she wasn't buying it.
Maybe he wanted to look at the house too.
He was just showing me a house he said he was giving as a wedding gift.
Only his idea of tempting her with a fine house hadn't worked.
She waved a hand at the house and leaned toward Carmen.
It was a house full of people who happened to be related to him.
Señor Medena said goodbye to them at the house, but Alondra and Felipa rode with them in the Limousine to the airport.
Actually, I would have thought it was a lot more - but then, he did pay cash for the house and clinic.
She called the house phone.
Jonathan rarely asked for anything and the idea of having someone in the house playing music was appealing.
The plants she had started in the house in March thrived.
When she was close enough to the house, she ran to the courtyard and slipped in through the back door.
Once inside, she locked the door and ordered Destiny to stay in the house while she called Alex.
Loading it quickly, he watched the skunk from the house for a few minutes.
Finally he came back to the house and put his gun up.
Connie handed the purse to Lisa, who immediately found her house keys.
She wandered around the house with a foreboding that this was the last time she would see it.
I'll ride back to the house and get my car and a chain.
A gray brick house dominated the landscape, its ranch style sprawling in a U shape with a garage on one end.
And her house keys were in the car.
By the time they reached the house, she was shivering and stiff.
She knocked his hand away and headed for the house in a stiff jointed hobble.
It would be an excellent opportunity to get out of this house with its unpleasant memories.
I think he's wealthy... his house is beautiful.
As she peered through the soft gray light not a house of any sort was visible near the station, nor was any person in sight; but after a while the child discovered a horse and buggy standing near a group of trees a short distance away.
You must go to the House of the Sorcerer, who will soon discover the truth.
Just then they heard the big voice of Jim the cab-horse calling to them, and going to the doorway leading to the dome they found the Princess and a throng of her people had entered the House of the Sorcerer.
So she ran along over their heads until she had left them far behind and below and had come to the city and the House of the Sorcerer.
We have seen no people since we arrived, so we came to this house to enquire our way.
From their platform a stair descended into the house, and the children and the Wizard explored it after lighting a lantern to show them the way.
He then went into the house, and waited while the teacher read it.
He shall have all the rooms in the house, and the ladies' parlor, too, I'll go right round to the Planters' and fetch him back.
So she told Benjamin to stay in the house and take care of his baby sister till she came back.
For in that country, people never wear shoes in the house, but take them off at the door.
The small house in which he had taken shelter was almost between the two armies.
"Yes, here is your money," answered the young gentleman; "and send it to my house at once."
"In my house, my little friend," answered Jacquot.
You shall have money to buy a larger house and to send your boys to school.
The house will need scheduled maintenance but will remember when and will ask you for permission.
I lived, up to the time of the illness that deprived me of my sight and hearing, in a tiny house consisting of a large square room and a small one, in which the servant slept.
Alpatych, his coachman, Ferapontov's wife and children and the house porter were all sitting in the cellar, listening.
In a side street near the crossroads where the vehicles had stopped, a house and some shops were on fire.
The old man was still sitting in the ornamental garden, like a fly impassive on the face of a loved one who is dead, tapping the last on which he was making the bast shoe, and two little girls, running out from the hot house carrying in their skirts plums they had plucked from the trees there, came upon Prince Andrew.
In Helene's circle the war in general was regarded as a series of formal demonstrations which would very soon end in peace, and the view prevailed expressed by Bilibin--who now in Petersburg was quite at home in Helene's house, which every clever man was obliged to visit--that not by gunpowder but by those who invented it would matters be settled.
With his return to work, things at the house shifted to a faster pace.
I know, but... we're guests in this house, and...
On the way back to the house, Alex offered to take them to the gulf for a family outing.
"We have plenty of room at the house," Alex stated brusquely.
As they approached the house, Prince Andrew with a smile drew Pierre's attention to a commotion going on at the back porch.
Alpatych went back to the house, called the coachman, and told him to set off.
A trip back to the house to drop off the eggs revealed a house still silent.
At least at this point, the old house was paying for itself.
When they reached the house, she invited him in for a cup of coffee.
Under the most splendid house in the city is still to be found the cellar where they store their roots as of old, and long after the superstructure has disappeared posterity remark its dent in the earth.
At least he hadn't lied about the house... if it was actually his, and if the mother and daughter existed.