I'll direct all my efforts into preparing for our new baby.
So, with a snort and a neigh and a whisk of his short tail he trotted off the roof into the air and at once began floating downward to the street.
The Wizard's sword-blade snapped into a dozen pieces at the first blow he struck against the wooden people.
Well, as I was hurrying along, I heard a great splash, as though something had fallen into the pool by the fountain.
"Charming!" whispered the little princess, sticking the needle into her work as if to testify that the interest and fascination of the story prevented her from going on with it.
If my mother happened to be near I crept into her arms, too miserable even to remember the cause of the tempest.
No; she just dug her claws into the wood and climbed down the sides of this house to the ground.
He then went into the house, and waited while the teacher read it.
The prince again went to his bureau, glanced into it, fingered his papers, closed the bureau again, and sat down at the table to write to the governor.
"Eat your heart out," he said, and swung Destiny into a fresh bout of giggling.
The neighbors couldn't see into any of their windows, and they were far enough off the main road that the only traffic would be people coming to see them.
Later, as she was slipping into the new blue brushed cotton dress, she reached back to zip it up.
Instead of keeping still, so I could eat him comfortably, he trembled so with fear that he fell off the table into a big vase that was standing on the floor.
Or, through serendipity, scientists stumbled into things—with those "your chocolate is in my peanut butter" moments.
The fire leaped into life; the flames encircled me so that in a moment my clothes were blazing.
It was the most comical shapeless thing, this improvised doll, with no nose, mouth, ears or eyes--nothing that even the imagination of a child could convert into a face.
A bright idea, however, shot into my mind, and the problem was solved.
His eyes, nose, and mouth all seemed puckered into a vacant, wearied grimace, and his arms and legs always fell into unnatural positions.
"How about my son Boris, Prince?" said she, hurrying after him into the anteroom.
Slowly carrying the full cups into the living room, she handed one to Alex.
He pulled her into his arms again.
Alex walked into the room, smiling when he saw what she had done.
He stood and tossed the last bite into his mouth, washing it down with the last of his milk.
Carmen shrugged again, plunging her hands into the warm dishwater.
"It's not a big deal," Carmen said, and launched into another subject.
The radio had shifted into Christmas mode with one song after another.
Alex gently turned her around and took her into his arms.
With slow graceful steps, he pulled her into dance.
She was only a month into two years old, but she was big for her age.
Thanks to Alex, that chore had been turned into a simple twist of a knob.
"I suppose not," he finally said as he spooned mashed potatoes into his plate.
Pierre pushed his way into the middle of the group, listened, and convinced himself that the man was indeed a liberal, but of views quite different from his own.
He hardened his heart against the senator who was introducing this set and narrow attitude into the deliberations of the nobility.
He himself did not yet know what he would say, but he began to speak eagerly, occasionally lapsing into French or expressing himself in bookish Russian.
Many voices shouted and talked at the same time, so that Count Rostov had not time to signify his approval of them all, and the group increased, dispersed, re-formed, and then moved with a hum of talk into the largest hall and to the big table.
At the very beginning of the war our armies were divided, and our sole aim was to unite them, though uniting the armies was no advantage if we meant to retire and lure the enemy into the depths of the country.
So thought the Emperor, and the Russian commanders and people were still more provoked at the thought that our forces were retreating into the depths of the country.
Napoleon having cut our armies apart advanced far into the country and missed several chances of forcing an engagement.
Lubomirski, Bronnitski, Wlocki, and the others of that group stirred up so much trouble that Barclay, under pretext of sending papers to the Emperor, dispatched these Polish adjutants general to Petersburg and plunged into an open struggle with Bennigsen and the Tsarevich.
Bennigsen should have advanced into Prussia sooner, then things would have taken a different turn...
He sat down, sank into thought, closed his eyes, and dozed off.
His old sister-in-law popped in a small bundle, and one of the coachmen helped him into the vehicle.