Without speaking another word to anyone, he left the room.
And he left the room, followed by the low but ringing laughter of the sister with the mole.
But think of it this way: Before, you made $33,000 and paid 40 percent in taxes, so you were left with $20,000 in take-home pay.
You haven't many teeth left, Jim, but the few you have are sharp enough to make me shudder.
I left the well-house eager to learn.
Dulce remained in a sour mood, and left the group as soon as possible.
All the sun's warmth left the air.
She patted Carmen on the shoulder and left the room.
"Because, since these other slaves do everything, there is nothing left for me to perform," said Aesop.
Her gaze left his face as she considered the idea.
Then there was the money he left to Carmen.
"He was well and happy when we left Italy," they answered.
Almost everyone else had already left, so Katie and Mary volunteered to help.
But at times in history, left-handedness was thought to be a malady in need of curing (and in some parts of the world still is).
After she left the room, Carmen glanced down at her dress and then at Alex.
Not one of the bees so much as looked at those in her left hand.
Then four of the sailors rowed him to the shore and left him there.
And then we come to Greece, the home of Hippocrates, the "Father of Modern Medicine," who left us not just the oath that bears his name but also a corpus of roughly sixty medical texts based on his teaching.
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.
Crack! crash! bang! went his iron-shod hoofs against the wooden bodies of the Gargoyles, and they were battered right and left with such force that they scattered like straws in the wind.
The fact is that I left my little pet in my dressing-room lying asleep upon the table; and you must have stolen in without my knowing it.
Brave men left their homes and hurried toward Boston.
Felipa left them to their family outing and returned to the house.
Alex didn't answer and it went to his voice mail, so she left a message.
She was slicing some left over pork roast for a recipe tomorrow when Alex walked in and announced that Destiny and Jonathan were asleep.
After your raise, you made $1 million, paid $600,000 in taxes, and were left with $400,000—twenty times more after-tax income.
So let's say your parents bought Coca Cola stock their entire life, left it all to you, and you are able to live off the dividend payments of the stock.
As we consider the lot of those left behind, it becomes clearer how the end of scarcity will have a profound impact on the world.
And yet, we know of no cases of mass "left behind-ness," of people unable to learn how to function in this environment.
And in that world, no one is left behind.
If this chapter angers the Right and Left, the Greens and Browns, the capitalists and socialists, the nutritionists and farmers, I apologize to all in advance.
During the Great Depression in the United States, many unemployed Americans simply left the city and went back to farm life, sometimes living with relatives.
Only the decision making is left to the farmer—but in the near future, the decision making will be done better by computers.
It is no longer legal for people to be secretly arrested, not charged, and left to rot in jail.
Early one morning, however, the fever left me as suddenly and mysteriously as it had come.
It was hoped that one so peculiarly endowed by nature as Helen, would, if left entirely to her own resources, throw some light upon such psychological questions as were not exhaustively investigated by Dr. Howe; but their hopes were not to be realized.
Hippocrates has even left directions how we should cut our nails; that is, even with the ends of the fingers, neither shorter nor longer.
The sides were left shelving, and not stoned; but the sun having never shone on them, the sand still keeps its place.
I should be glad if all the meadows on the earth were left in a wild state, if that were the consequence of men's beginning to redeem themselves.
And each visitor, though politeness prevented his showing impatience, left the old woman with a sense of relief at having performed a vexatious duty and did not return to her the whole evening.
First he had left a lady before she had finished speaking to him, and now he continued to speak to another who wished to get away.
All the affectation of interest she had assumed had left her kindly and tear-worn face and it now expressed only anxiety and fear.
Au revoir!-- and she left the hall.
He waited for the first pause in the conversation, and then with a distressed face left the room to find Sonya.
Princess Mary was left alone.
The actors of 1812 have long since left the stage, their personal interests have vanished leaving no trace, and nothing remains of that time but its historic results.
He left in order not to obstruct the commander-in-chief's undivided control of the army, and hoping that more decisive action would then be taken, but the command of the armies became still more confused and enfeebled.
The day after his son had left, Prince Nicholas sent for Princess Mary to come to his study.
But as soon as he had left the room the old prince, looking uneasily round, threw down his napkin and went himself.
Consider that on our retreat we have lost by fatigue and left in the hospital more than fifteen thousand men, and had we attacked this would not have happened.
He was lying on his back propped up high, and his small bony hands with their knotted purple veins were lying on the quilt; his left eye gazed straight before him, his right eye was awry, and his brows and lips motionless.
Yet Señor Medena never left the house.
True, but her answer left Carmen's stomach tied in a knot.
They talked for a few minutes and then Carmen left to take Destiny to their room.
When they left, it sucked the life from the room.
Felipa left the room five minutes before Tessa left.
Morino came in after Tessa left and Señor Medena left.
If not, why had he gone - left her alone for two weeks?
This wasn't about what he had hidden from her or the fact that he had left her alone for two weeks to go to Columbia.
Destiny was still asleep when Carmen and Katie left the hospital.
After they left, Carmen sank into the chair and picked up a horse magazine.
They went through their evening routine and then left for the hospital.
The snow started shortly after they left and the wind blew it horizontal.
After the doctor left, Carmen stood over Destiny, looking down at her tiny body while she slept.
The nurse injected the medicine into the IV and left the room.
When I left the room, she was sweating until even her hair was wet.
When I left the room, she was sweating until even her hair was wet.
Without speaking another word to anyone, he left the room.
It was so much more fun when she left it all up to him.
You've been quiet for weeks - since we left Texas.
Maybe that was the real reason Tessa left him.
Unless... it was after Tessa left him.
Carmen left her chair in one quick movement and circled his neck with her arms, kissing him on the temple.
Connie packed and left that evening after work, still expressing her concern and insisting that Lisa call her if she wanted to talk.
The words of the cold and moist vegetable Prince were not very comforting, and as he spoke them he turned away and left the enclosure.
Then she happened to remember that in a corner of her suit-case were one or two crackers that were left over from her luncheon on the train, and she went to the buggy and brought them.
The top of its head was carved into a crown and the Wizard's bullet had struck it exactly in the left eye, which was a hard wooden knot.
Then he poured over them all the kerosene oil that was left in his oil-can, and lighting a match set fire to the pile.
"Where is Dorothy?" enquired Zeb, anxiously, as he left the buggy and stood beside his friend the little Wizard.
Jim and the buggy followed, the old cab-horse being driven by Zeb while the Wizard stood up on the seat and bowed his bald head right and left in answer to the cheers of the people, who crowded thick about him.
Please go to my boudoir, Jellia, and get the white piglet I left on the dressing-table.
They show that three toes have been lost from the left forefoot.
One night he left the beautiful palace which his father had given to him and went out into the world to do good and to help his fellow men.
Once again, war raged in Europe and around the world and left sixty million people dead.
No more trying to retrace your steps to find your car keys; you can see where you left them by checking your GPS system records.
It often left them partially paralyzed, in wheelchairs or iron lungs (a term that's now all but forgotten and will likely send younger readers to Wikipedia).
We'll look at their lives, and the social aspects of this change, in a coming chapter called "Left Behind."
All of this left scars on me.
Journalist Brooks Atkinson, said: "After each war, there is a little less democracy left to save."
I wouldn't give it up for a million dollars, just like I wouldn't sell my left arm for a million dollars.
By the time Eisenhower left office, this had changed, and a dedicated military industry existed.
This has come about as we have left a polarized world behind us and the importance of military alliances has fallen.
In the absence of efficient communication, potential belligerents are left to impute the worst possible motives to the unexplained actions of others.
In an era when cameras were cumbersome and the number of channels on TV could be counted on one hand with enough fingers left over to snap, very little video of any kind was seen.
One brief spring, musical with the song of robin and mocking-bird, one summer rich in fruit and roses, one autumn of gold and crimson sped by and left their gifts at the feet of an eager, delighted child.
Before I left New York, these bright days were darkened by the greatest sorrow that I have ever borne, except the death of my father.
His going away left a vacancy in our lives that has never been filled.
When I left New York the idea had become a fixed purpose; and it was decided that I should go to Cambridge.
It seems strange that my first reading of Shakespeare should have left me so many unpleasant memories.
My spirit could not reach up to his, but he gave me a real sense of joy in life, and I never left him without carrying away a fine thought that grew in beauty and depth of meaning as I grew.
Teacher and I are the only babies left for Mrs. Hopkins to care for.
When I was a very little child I used to sit in my mother's lap all the time, because I was very timid, and did not like to be left by myself.
How I wish I could see you this lovely morning, and tell you all that has happened since I left home!
We guide the pencil with the right hand, and feel carefully with the forefinger of the left hand to see that we shape and space the letters correctly.
Before I left Boston, I was asked to write a sketch of my life for the Youth's Companion.
I have only a few moments left in which to answer your questions about the "Helen Keller" Public Library.
Dr. Humason, Teacher, and I left the others at the Dog Show and went to a reception given by the "Metropolitan Club."...
We also met Mr. Rogers... who kindly left his carriage to bring us home.
We left the city last Thursday night, and arrived in Brewster Friday afternoon.
After we left Halifax, we visited Dr. Bell at Cape Breton.
At the age of twenty-six months scarlet fever left her without sight or hearing.
Naturally the family was much disturbed, and left the room.
When she left the dining-room, she took my hand and patted it.
Whereas, if the child is left to himself, he will think more and better, if less showily.
But her appetite, which left her a few weeks ago, has returned, and her sleep seems more quiet and natural.
My fingers and head ached; but Helen was as fresh and full of spirit as when we left home.
I tried to hurry Helen out-of-doors, but she kept her arm extended, and every coat-tail she touched must needs turn round and give an account of the children he left at home, and receive kisses according to their number.
As she continued to ask these distressing questions, we left the cemetery.
She has a very sociable disposition, and delights in the companionship of those who can follow the rapid motions of her fingers; but if left alone she will amuse herself for hours at a time with her knitting or sewing.
She bends over her book with a look of intense interest, and as the forefinger of her left hand runs along the line, she spells out the words with the other hand; but often her motions are so rapid as to be unintelligible even to those accustomed to reading the swift and varied movements of her fingers.
One day as we left the library I noticed that she appeared more serious than usual, and I asked the cause.
The next lines are still more idiomatic, "When Suetonius left the country, they fell upon his troops and retook the island of Anglesea."
Miss Sullivan has begun where Dr. Howe left off.
And when he came to the nut trees, and saw the shells left by the idle fairies and all the traces of their frolic, he knew exactly how they had acted, and that they had disobeyed him by playing and loitering on their way through the woods.
But early one morning the fever left me as mysteriously and unexpectedly as it had come, and I fell into a quiet sleep.
I got out several cords of stumps in plowing, which supplied me with fuel for a long time, and left small circles of virgin mould, easily distinguishable through the summer by the greater luxuriance of the beans there.
He was a lucky fox that left his tail in the trap.
If you should ever be betrayed into any of these philanthropies, do not let your left hand know what your right hand does, for it is not worth knowing.
I could always tell if visitors had called in my absence, either by the bended twigs or grass, or the print of their shoes, and generally of what sex or age or quality they were by some slight trace left, as a flower dropped, or a bunch of grass plucked and thrown away, even as far off as the railroad, half a mile distant, or by the lingering odor of a cigar or pipe.
And so I went home to my bed, and left him to pick his way through the darkness and the mud to Brighton--or Bright-town--which place he would reach some time in the morning.
They are everywhere, above us, on our left, on our right; they environ us on all sides.
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.
Children come a-berrying, railroad men taking a Sunday morning walk in clean shirts, fishermen and hunters, poets and philosophers; in short, all honest pilgrims, who came out to the woods for freedom's sake, and really left the village behind, I was ready to greet with--"Welcome, Englishmen! welcome, Englishmen!" for I had had communication with that race.
Yet perchance the first who came to this well have left some trace of their footsteps.
In such transparent and seemingly bottomless water, reflecting the clouds, I seemed to be floating through the air as in a balloon, and their swimming impressed me as a kind of flight or hovering, as if they were a compact flock of birds passing just beneath my level on the right or left, their fins, like sails, set all around them.
My thoughts have left no track, and I cannot find the path again.
A similar engagement between great and small ants is recorded by Olaus Magnus, in which the small ones, being victorious, are said to have buried the bodies of their own soldiers, but left those of their giant enemies a prey to the birds.
I sometimes left a good fire when I went to take a walk in a winter afternoon; and when I returned, three or four hours afterward, it would be still alive and glowing.
It was as if I had left a cheerful housekeeper behind.
Farther down the hill, on the left, on the old road in the woods, are marks of some homestead of the Stratton family; whose orchard once covered all the slope of Brister's Hill, but was long since killed out by pitch pines, excepting a few stumps, whose old roots furnish still the wild stocks of many a thrifty village tree.
Once more, on the left, where are seen the well and lilac bushes by the wall, in the now open field, lived Nutting and Le Grosse.
Farther in the woods than any of these, where the road approaches nearest to the pond, Wyman the potter squatted, and furnished his townsmen with earthenware, and left descendants to succeed him.
They tell me that if the fox would remain in the bosom of the frozen earth he would be safe, or if he would run in a straight line away no foxhound could overtake him; but, having left his pursuers far behind, he stops to rest and listen till they come up, and when he runs he circles round to his old haunts, where the hunters await him.
I fathomed it easily with a cod-line and a stone weighing about a pound and a half, and could tell accurately when the stone left the bottom, by having to pull so much harder before the water got underneath to help me.
I finally left Walden September 6th, 1847.
I left the woods for as good a reason as I went there.
When the majority shall at length vote for the abolition of slavery, it will be because they are indifferent to slavery, or because there is but little slavery left to be abolished by their vote.
I pumped my fellow-prisoner as dry as I could, for fear I should never see him again; but at length he showed me which was my bed, and left me to blow out the lamp.
When they called for the vessels again, I was green enough to return what bread I had left; but my comrade seized it, and said that I should lay that up for lunch or dinner.
If we were left solely to the wordy wit of legislators in Congress for our guidance, uncorrected by the seasonable experience and the effectual complaints of the people, America would not long retain her rank among the nations.
The little princess had also left the tea table and followed Helene.
It was past one o'clock when Pierre left his friend.
A footman, thinking no one saw him, was drinking on the sly what was left in the glasses.
The Guards had already left Petersburg on the tenth of August, and her son, who had remained in Moscow for his equipment, was to join them on the march to Radzivilov.
Boris quietly left the room and went in search of Natasha.
Sonya did not pull it away, and left off crying.
There are not many left of us old friends!
All four, like a flock of scared birds, got up and left the room.
"Ah, my love," answered Anna Mikhaylovna, "God grant you never know what it is to be left a widow without means and with a son you love to distraction!
He had left Moscow when Boris was a boy of fourteen, and had quite forgotten him, but in his usual impulsive and hearty way he took Boris by the hand with a friendly smile.
He must not be left like this.
At one end of the table sat the countess with Marya Dmitrievna on her right and Anna Mikhaylovna on her left, the other lady visitors were farther down.
But... in short, the fact is... you know yourself that last winter the count made a will by which he left all his property, not to us his direct heirs, but to Pierre.
"Yes," replied a footman in a bold loud voice, as if anything were now permissible; "the door to the left, ma'am."
The first door on the left led into the princesses' apartments.
He looked inquiringly at his monitress and saw that she was again going on tiptoe to the reception room where they had left Prince Vasili and the eldest princess.
Anna Mikhaylovna left him, and when she returned he was fast asleep with his head on his arm.
Princess Mary went back to her room with the sad, scared expression that rarely left her and which made her plain, sickly face yet plainer.
Our dear Emperor has left Petersburg and it is thought intends to expose his precious person to the chances of war.
When they left the table she took her sister-in-law's arm and drew her into another room.
"Adieu, Mary," said he gently to his sister, taking her by the hand and kissing her, and then he left the room with rapid steps.
Though not much time had passed since Prince Andrew had left Russia, he had changed greatly during that period.
In the expression of his face, in his movements, in his walk, scarcely a trace was left of his former affected languor and indolence.
As soon as you left, it began and went on.
"He's begun to go a little lame on the left foreleg," he added.
Telyanin was sitting in the same indolent pose in which Rostov had left him, rubbing his small white hands.
"How much is left in the puhse?" he asked, turning to Rostov.
The high-shouldered figure of Zherkov, familiar to the Pavlograds as he had but recently left their regiment, rode up to the colonel.
Austrian troops that had escaped capture at Ulm and had joined Kutuzov at Braunau now separated from the Russian army, and Kutuzov was left with only his own weak and exhausted forces.
On the twenty-eighth of October Kutuzov with his army crossed to the left bank of the Danube and took up a position for the first time with the river between himself and the main body of the French.
On the thirtieth he attacked Mortier's division, which was on the left bank, and broke it up.
The stupid smile, which had left his face while he was speaking, reappeared.
When had he left Krems? and so on.
The French have abandoned the left bank?
You are faced by one of two things," and the skin over his left temple puckered, "either you will not reach your regiment before peace is concluded, or you will share defeat and disgrace with Kutuzov's whole army."
"And should there be nothing left but to die?" he thought.
They won't let us pass, we are left behind and have lost our people...
With his left hand he drew Bagration toward him, and with his right, on which he wore a ring, he made the sign of the cross over him with a gesture evidently habitual, offering his puffy cheek, but Bagration kissed him on the neck instead.
Having ridden beyond the village, continually meeting and overtaking soldiers and officers of various regiments, they saw on their left some entrenchments being thrown up, the freshly dug clay of which showed up red.
All their faces were as serene as if all this were happening at home awaiting peaceful encampment, and not within sight of the enemy before an action in which at least half of them would be left on the field.
Our front line and that of the enemy were far apart on the right and left flanks, but in the center where the men with a flag of truce had passed that morning, the lines were so near together that the men could see one another's faces and speak to one another.
Dolokhov had come from the left flank where their regiment was stationed, with his captain.
Ouh! ouh! came peals of such healthy and good-humored laughter from the soldiers that it infected the French involuntarily, so much so that the only thing left to do seemed to be to unload the muskets, explode the ammunition, and all return home as quickly as possible.
Having ridden round the whole line from right flank to left, Prince Andrew made his way up to the battery from which the staff officer had told him the whole field could be seen.
Just facing it, on the crest of the opposite hill, the village of Schon Grabern could be seen, and in three places to left and right the French troops amid the smoke of their campfires, the greater part of whom were evidently in the village itself and behind the hill.
To the left from that village, amid the smoke, was something resembling a battery, but it was impossible to see it clearly with the naked eye.
On the left our troops were close to a copse, in which smoked the bonfires of our infantry who were felling wood.
If they attack our center we, having the center battery on this high ground, shall withdraw the left flank under its cover, and retreat to the dip by echelons.
While he was speaking, the curtain of smoke that had concealed the hollow, driven by a rising wind, began to move from right to left as if drawn by an invisible hand, and the hill opposite, with the French moving about on it, opened out before them.
A morose soldier marching on the left turned his eyes on Bagration as he shouted, with an expression that seemed to say: "We know that ourselves!"
But our left--which consisted of the Azov and Podolsk infantry and the Pavlograd hussars--was simultaneously attacked and outflanked by superior French forces under Lannes and was thrown into confusion.
Bagration had sent Zherkov to the general commanding that left flank with orders to retreat immediately.
But no sooner had he left Bagration than his courage failed him.
Having reached the left flank, instead of going to the front where the firing was, he began to look for the general and his staff where they could not possibly be, and so did not deliver the order.
The command of the left flank belonged by seniority to the commander of the regiment Kutuzov had reviewed at Braunau and in which Dolokhov was serving as a private.
They were cut off from the line of retreat on the left by the French.
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.
"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.
But at the same time, his left arm felt as heavy as if a seventy-pound weight were tied to it.
He mustered his last remaining strength, took hold of his left hand with his right, and reached the bushes.
Our fugitives returned, the battalions re-formed, and the French who had nearly cut our left flank in half were for the moment repulsed.
Soon after Prince Bagration had left him, Tushin had succeeded in setting fire to Schon Grabern.
When having limbered up the only two cannon that remained uninjured out of the four, they began moving down the hill (one shattered gun and one unicorn were left behind), Prince Andrew rode up to Tushin.
"And, if your excellency will allow me to express my opinion," he continued, "we owe today's success chiefly to the action of that battery and the heroic endurance of Captain Tushin and his company," and without awaiting a reply, Prince Andrew rose and left the table.
The old princess sighed sadly as she offered some wine to the old lady next to her and glanced angrily at her daughter, and her sigh seemed to say: "Yes, there's nothing left for you and me but to sip sweet wine, my dear, now that the time has come for these young ones to be thus boldly, provocatively happy."
The diplomatist preserved a mournful silence as he left the drawing room.
After a while they were left alone again.
He left the room and went to the waiting room where Alpatych stood with bowed head.
And as Princess Mary gave no answer, she left the room.
She did not comply with Lise's request, she not only left her hair as it was, but did not even look in her glass.
She took the liberty of inquiring whether it was long since Anatole had left Paris and how he had liked that city.
And smilingly raising a finger at him, she left the room.
The regiments had entered and left the town with their bands playing, and by the Grand Duke's orders the men had marched all the way in step (a practice on which the Guards prided themselves), the officers on foot and at their proper posts.
His hearers expected a story of how beside himself and all aflame with excitement, he had flown like a storm at the square, cut his way in, slashed right and left, how his saber had tasted flesh and he had fallen exhausted, and so on.
A space like a street was left between each two lines of troops.
The one who was writing and whom Boris addressed turned round crossly and told him Bolkonski was on duty and that he should go through the door on the left into the reception room if he wished to see him.
Then all at once he raised his eyebrows, abruptly touched his horse with his left foot, and galloped on.
Rostov saw how the Emperor's rather round shoulders shuddered as if a cold shiver had run down them, how his left foot began convulsively tapping the horse's side with the spur, and how the well-trained horse looked round unconcerned and did not stir.
To the left he saw a sloping descent lit up, and facing it a black knoll that seemed as steep as a wall.
The cause of the confusion was that while the Austrian cavalry was moving toward our left flank, the higher command found that our center was too far separated from our right flank and the cavalry were all ordered to turn back to the right.
To the left down below in the mist, the musketry fire of unseen forces could be heard.
In the morning all that was left of the night mist on the heights was a hoar frost now turning to dew, but in the valleys it still lay like a milk-white sea.
Nothing was visible in the valley to the left into which our troops had descended and from whence came the sounds of firing.
On the right the Guards were entering the misty region with a sound of hoofs and wheels and now and then a gleam of bayonets; to the left beyond the village similar masses of cavalry came up and disappeared in the sea of mist.
"All right, all right!" he said to Prince Andrew, and turned to a general who, watch in hand, was saying it was time they started as all the left-flank columns had already descended.
Down below, on the left, the firing became more distinct.
Having by a great effort got away to the left from that flood of men, Kutuzov, with his suite diminished by more than half, rode toward a sound of artillery fire near by.
He heard the whistle of bullets above him unceasingly and to right and left of him soldiers continually groaned and dropped.
He had not ridden many hundred yards after that before he saw to his left, across the whole width of the field, an enormous mass of cavalry in brilliant white uniforms, mounted on black horses, trotting straight toward him and across his path.
Rostov was horrified to hear later that of all that mass of huge and handsome men, of all those brilliant, rich youths, officers and cadets, who had galloped past him on their thousand-ruble horses, only eighteen were left after the charge.
I held my sword in my left hand, Count.
Having left that soldier who was evidently drunk, Rostov stopped the horse of a batman or groom of some important personage and began to question him.
The French had not yet occupied that region, and the Russians--the uninjured and slightly wounded--had left it long ago.
The French, who had ceased firing at this field strewn with dead and wounded where there was no one left to fire at, on seeing an adjutant riding over it trained a gun on him and fired several shots.
One officer told Rostov that he had seen someone from headquarters behind the village to the left, and thither Rostov rode, not hoping to find anyone but merely to ease his conscience.
Dolokhov--now an officer--wounded in the arm, and on foot, with the regimental commander on horseback and some ten men of his company, represented all that was left of that whole regiment.
Bonaparte riding over the battlefield had given final orders to strengthen the batteries firing at the Augesd Dam and was looking at the killed and wounded left on the field.
And Prince Andrew, with others fatally wounded, was left to the care of the inhabitants of the district.
Berg was mentioned, by those who did not know him, as having, when wounded in the right hand, taken his sword in the left, and gone forward.
He had no lambskin cap on his head, nor had he a loaded whip over his shoulder, as when Rostov had seen him on the eve of the battle of Austerlitz, but wore a tight new uniform with Russian and foreign Orders, and the Star of St. George on his left breast.
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.
His left hand he held carefully back, because he wished to support his right hand with it and knew he must not do so.
He was pressing one hand to his left side, while the other clutched his drooping pistol.
His left hand was bloody; he wiped it on his coat and supported himself with it.
She waited till the valet had set down the coffee things and left the room.
A week later Pierre gave his wife full power to control all his estates in Great Russia, which formed the larger part of his property, and left for Petersburg alone.
Oh! she heard as she left the room.
After a while he re-entered it as if to snuff the candles, and, seeing the prince was lying on the sofa, looked at him, noticed his perturbed face, shook his head, and going up to him silently kissed him on the shoulder and left the room without snuffing the candles or saying why he had entered.
That evening, proud of Dolokhov's proposal, her refusal, and her explanation with Nicholas, Sonya twirled about before she left home so that the maid could hardly get her hair plaited, and she was transparently radiant with impulsive joy.
He glided silently on one foot half across the room, and seeming not to notice the chairs was dashing straight at them, when suddenly, clinking his spurs and spreading out his legs, he stopped short on his heels, stood so a second, stamped on the spot clanking his spurs, whirled rapidly round, and, striking his left heel against his right, flew round again in a circle.
First he spun her round, holding her now with his left, now with his right hand, then falling on one knee he twirled her round him, and again jumping up, dashed so impetuously forward that it seemed as if he would rush through the whole suite of rooms without drawing breath, and then he suddenly stopped and performed some new and unexpected steps.
Now only twelve hundred rubles was left of that money, so that this seven of hearts meant for him not only the loss of sixteen hundred rubles, but the necessity of going back on his word.
Now a bullet through my brain-- that's all that's left me!
"Tomorrow," replied Rostov and left the room.
A bullet through my brain is the only thing left me--not singing! his thoughts ran on.
He looked at the countess, and seeing her severe face said: "Well, good-by, Countess," and kissing her hand, he left the room with quick resolute strides, without looking at Natasha.
He filled the girls' albums with verses and music, and having at last sent Dolokhov the whole forty-three thousand rubles and received his receipt, he left at the end of November, without taking leave of any of his acquaintances, to overtake his regiment which was already in Poland.
After his interview with his wife Pierre left for Petersburg.
Left alone, Pierre went on smiling in the same way.
Pierre took off his coat, waistcoat, and left boot according to the Rhetor's instructions.
The Mason drew the shirt back from Pierre's left breast, and stooping down pulled up the left leg of his trousers to above the knee.
Pierre hurriedly began taking off his right boot also and was going to tuck up the other trouser leg to save this stranger the trouble, but the Mason told him that was not necessary and gave him a slipper for his left foot.
After that they took his right hand, placed it on something, and told him to hold a pair of compasses to his left breast with the other hand and to repeat after someone who read aloud an oath of fidelity to the laws of the Order.
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.
My removal from the army does not produce the slightest stir--a blind man has left it.
"Yes, this is the one thing left me now," he said with a sigh.
When Pierre had gone and the members of the household met together, they began to express their opinions of him as people always do after a new acquaintance has left, but as seldom happens, no one said anything but what was good of him.
Perhaps at another time Denisov would not have left the regiment for so slight a wound, but now he took advantage of it to excuse himself from appearing at the staff and went into hospital.
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.
Boris, with one leg crossed over the other and stroking his left hand with the slender fingers of his right, listened to Rostov as a general listens to the report of a subordinate, now looking aside and now gazing straight into Rostov's eyes with the same veiled look.
The left side of the forest was dark in the shade, the right side glittered in the sunlight, wet and shiny and scarcely swayed by the breeze.
"But where is it?" he again wondered, gazing at the left side of the road, and without recognizing it he looked with admiration at the very oak he sought.
The newcomer wore a blue swallow-tail coat with a cross suspended from his neck and a star on his left breast.
Closing his eyes, he bowed a la francaise, without taking leave, and trying to attract as little attention as possible, he left the room.
He was told that it would not, and without waiting for the usual formalities he left the lodge and went home.
After this, three pages were left blank in the diary, and then the following was written:
After dinner I fell asleep and as I was drowsing off I clearly heard a voice saying in my left ear, "Thy day!"
Suddenly a smallish dog seized my left thigh with its teeth and would not let go.
Then it seemed that we all left the room and something strange happened.
Since Boris left Moscow in 1805 to join the army he had not seen the Rostovs.
Pierre, swaying his stout body, advanced, making way through the crowd and nodding to right and left as casually and good-naturedly as if he were passing through a crowd at a fair.
He walked in rapidly, bowing to right and left as if anxious to get the first moments of the reception over.
Peronskaya had left them.
When her partner left her Natasha ran across the room to choose two ladies for the figure.
That precise, mirthless laughter rang in Prince Andrew's ears long after he had left the house.
Prince Andrew left the Rostovs' late in the evening.
The smile of pleasure never left his face.
In the evening, when Prince Andrew had left, the countess went up to Natasha and whispered: "Well, what?"
Toward midnight, after he had left the countess' apartments, he was sitting upstairs in a shabby dressing gown, copying out the original transaction of the Scottish lodge of Freemasons at a table in his low room cloudy with tobacco smoke, when someone came in.
He just came and then left off, left off...
But however much they left her in peace she could not now be at peace, and immediately felt this.
"I will send her to you," said the countess, and left the room.
Sometimes the others would get up and go away and the couple, left alone, still remained silent.
Before he left he had a long talk with his father about something, and Princess Mary noticed that before his departure they were dissatisfied with one another.
Religion alone can explain to us what without its help man cannot comprehend: why, for what cause, kind and noble beings able to find happiness in life--not merely harming no one but necessary to the happiness of others--are called away to God, while cruel, useless, harmful persons, or such as are a burden to themselves and to others, are left living.
The first death I saw, and one I shall never forget--that of my dear sister-in-law--left that impression on me.
As it is, not only has she left us, and particularly Prince Andrew, with the purest regrets and memories, but probably she will there receive a place I dare not hope for myself.
The count and Simon galloped out of the wood and saw on their left a wolf which, softly swaying from side to side, was coming at a quiet lope farther to the left to the very place where they were standing.
"Only once in my life to get an old wolf, I want only that!" thought he, straining eyes and ears and looking to the left and then to the right and listening to the slightest variation of note in the cries of the dogs.
Daniel galloped up silently, holding a naked dagger in his left hand and thrashing the laboring sides of his chestnut horse with his whip as if it were a flail.
Anisya Fedorovna left the room.
He took the guitar a little above the fingerboard, arching his left elbow with a somewhat theatrical gesture, and, with a wink at Anisya Fedorovna, struck a single chord, pure and sonorous, and then quietly, smoothly, and confidently began playing in very slow time, not My Lady, but the well-known song: Came a maiden down the street.
Her voice broke, tears gushed from her eyes, and she turned quickly to hide them and left the room.
"Zakhar is shouting that I should turn to the left, but why to the left?" thought Nicholas.
Coldly, without looking at her son, she sent for her husband and, when he came, tried briefly and coldly to inform him of the facts, in her son's presence, but unable to restrain herself she burst into tears of vexation and left the room.
The countess, sobbing heavily, hid her face on her daughter's breast, while Nicholas rose, clutching his head, and left the room.
Firmly resolved, after putting his affairs in order in the regiment, to retire from the army and return and marry Sonya, Nicholas, serious, sorrowful, and at variance with his parents, but, as it seemed to him, passionately in love, left at the beginning of January to rejoin his regiment.
Sometimes he consoled himself with the thought that he was only living this life temporarily; but then he was shocked by the thought of how many, like himself, had entered that life and that club temporarily, with all their teeth and hair, and had only left it when not a single tooth or hair remained.
Pierre no longer suffered moments of despair, hypochondria, and disgust with life, but the malady that had formerly found expression in such acute attacks was driven inwards and never left him for a moment.
I cannot endure any more, he said, and left the room.
In the second act there was scenery representing tombstones, there was a round hole in the canvas to represent the moon, shades were raised over the footlights, and from horns and contrabass came deep notes while many people appeared from right and left wearing black cloaks and holding things like daggers in their hands.
Anatole left the box, serene and gay.
A smile of pleasure never left Natasha's face.
After giving several recitations, Mademoiselle George left, and Countess Bezukhova asked her visitors into the ballroom.
Can she have left off loving Prince Andrew?
On the day the count left, Sonya and Natasha were invited to a big dinner party at the Karagins', and Marya Dmitrievna took them there.
"Really it's no time for your stupid jokes," and he left the room.
"Go to the devil!" cried Anatole and, clutching his hair, left the room, but returned at once and dropped into an armchair in front of Dolokhov with his feet turned under him.
She was in just the same position in which Marya Dmitrievna had left her.
Natasha had not left her room that morning.
She glanced round at him, frowned, and left the room with an expression of cold dignity.
And clutching the spare gray locks on his temples the count left the room.
Pierre did not stay for dinner, but left the room and went away at once.
"Oh, vile and heartless brood!" he exclaimed, and left the room.
Next day Anatole left for Petersburg.
He left long ago.
Pierre left the room and went to the old prince and Princess Mary.
On the twenty-ninth of May Napoleon left Dresden, where he had spent three weeks surrounded by a court that included princes, dukes, kings, and even an emperor.
Before leaving, Napoleon showed favor to the emperor, kings, and princes who had deserved it, reprimanded the kings and princes with whom he was dissatisfied, presented pearls and diamonds of his own--that is, which he had taken from other kings--to the Empress of Austria, and having, as his historian tells us, tenderly embraced the Empress Marie Louise--who regarded him as her husband, though he had left another wife in Paris--left her grieved by the parting which she seemed hardly able to bear.
Early in the morning of the twelfth of June he came out of his tent, which was pitched that day on the steep left bank of the Niemen, and looked through a spyglass at the streams of his troops pouring out of the Vilkavisski forest and flowing over the three bridges thrown across the river.
He rode across one of the swaying pontoon bridges to the farther side, turned sharply to the left, and galloped in the direction of Kovno, preceded by enraptured, mounted chasseurs of the Guard who, breathless with delight, galloped ahead to clear a path for him through the troops.
A French colonel of hussars, who had evidently just left his bed, came riding from the village on a handsome sleek gray horse, accompanied by two hussars.
"You will be treated as is fitting," said he and, putting the packet in his pocket, left the shed.
During the speech that followed, Balashev, who more than once lowered his eyes, involuntarily noticed the quivering of Napoleon's left leg which increased the more Napoleon raised his voice.
Balashev noticed that his left leg was quivering faster than before and his face seemed petrified in its stern expression.
This quivering of his left leg was a thing Napoleon was conscious of.
On reaching Petersburg he inquired for Kuragin but the latter had already left the city.
So Prince Andrew, having received an appointment on the headquarters staff, left for Turkey.
She, poor innocent creature, is left to be victimized by an old man who has outlived his wits.
The only reasonable thing left to do is to conclude peace as soon as possible, before we are turned out of Petersburg.
Marquis Paulucci was talking to him with particular warmth and the Emperor, with his head bent to the left, was listening with a dissatisfied air.
Even those playing cards behind the partition soon left their game and came over to the samovar, yielding to the general mood of courting Mary Hendrikhovna.
As soon as he had left the room all the officers burst into loud laughter and Mary Hendrikhovna blushed till her eyes filled with tears and thereby became still more attractive to them.
As they left the tavern in the twilight of the dawn, Rostov and Ilyin both glanced under the wet and glistening leather hood of the doctor's cart, from under the apron of which his feet were sticking out, and in the middle of which his wife's nightcap was visible and her sleepy breathing audible.
And the hussars, passing along the line of troops on the left flank of our position, halted behind our uhlans who were in the front line.
She hardly ever left the house and of those who came to see them was glad to see only one person, Pierre.
All the Moscow notabilities, all the Rostovs' acquaintances, were at the Razumovskis' chapel, for, as if expecting something to happen, many wealthy families who usually left town for their country estates had not gone away that summer.
Pierre, from club habit, always left both hat and stick in the anteroom.
I'll drive home, I must have left them there.
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.
Next day the Emperor left Moscow.
In his first letter which came soon after he had left home, Prince Andrew had dutifully asked his father's forgiveness for what he had allowed himself to say and begged to be restored to his favor.
At these words Alpatych nodded as if in approval, and not wishing to hear more went to the door of the room opposite the innkeeper's, where he had left his purchases.
We have still six hundred quarters left, he inquired.
The morning after little Nicholas had left, the old prince donned his full uniform and prepared to visit the commander-in-chief.
When she changed her position so that his left eye could see her face he calmed down, not taking his eyes off her for some seconds.
When she had left the room the prince again began speaking about his son, about the war, and about the Emperor, angrily twitching his brows and raising his hoarse voice, and then he had a second and final stroke.
With drooping head Princess Mary left the crowd and went back to the house.
Rostov, knitting his brows, left the room with another low bow.
And as if afraid of wasting his store of anger, he left Alpatych and went rapidly forward.
He drew his left foot out of the stirrup and, lurching with his whole body and puckering his face with the effort, raised it with difficulty onto the saddle, leaned on his knee, groaned, and slipped down into the arms of the Cossacks and adjutants who stood ready to assist him.
After the Emperor had left Moscow, life flowed on there in its usual course, and its course was so very usual that it was difficult to remember the recent days of patriotic elation and ardor, hard to believe that Russia was really in danger and that the members of the English Club were also sons of the Fatherland ready to sacrifice everything for it.
Everyone has left Moscow and the people are rioting.
Hardly anyone he knew was left in town.
On the twenty-fourth the weather cleared up after a spell of rain, and after dinner Pierre left Moscow.
Pierre pushed forward as fast as he could, and the farther he left Moscow behind and the deeper he plunged into that sea of troops the more was he overcome by restless agitation and a new and joyful feeling he had not experienced before.
The ancients have left us model heroic poems in which the heroes furnish the whole interest of the story, and we are still unable to accustom ourselves to the fact that for our epoch histories of that kind are meaningless.
The Russians, they say, fortified this position in advance on the left of the highroad (from Moscow to Smolensk) and almost at a right angle to it, from Borodino to Utitsa, at the very place where the battle was fought.
Not only did the Russians not fortify the position on the field of Borodino to the left of, and at a right angle to, the highroad (that is, the position on which the battle took place), but never till the twenty- fifth of August, 1812, did they think that a battle might be fought there.
Napoleon, riding to Valuevo on the twenty-fourth, did not see (as the history books say he did) the position of the Russians from Utitsa to Borodino (he could not have seen that position because it did not exist), nor did he see an advanced post of the Russian army, but while pursuing the Russian rearguard he came upon the left flank of the Russian position--at the Shevardino Redoubt--and unexpectedly for the Russians moved his army across the Kolocha.
By crossing to the other side of the Kolocha to the left of the highroad, Napoleon shifted the whole forthcoming battle from right to left (looking from the Russian side) and transferred it to the plain between Utitsa, Semenovsk, and Borodino--a plain no more advantageous as a position than any other plain in Russia--and there the whole battle of the twenty-sixth of August took place.
Had Napoleon not ridden out on the evening of the twenty-fourth to the Kolocha, and had he not then ordered an immediate attack on the redoubt but had begun the attack next morning, no one would have doubted that the Shevardino Redoubt was the left flank of our position, and the battle would have taken place where we expected it.
In that case we should probably have defended the Shevardino Redoubt--our left flank-- still more obstinately.
So it happened that throughout the whole battle the Russians opposed the entire French army launched against our left flank with but half as many men.
In front of a landowner's house to the left of the road stood carriages, wagons, and crowds of orderlies and sentinels.
The sun shone somewhat to the left and behind him and brightly lit up the enormous panorama which, rising like an amphitheater, extended before him in the clear rarefied atmosphere.
From above on the left, bisecting that amphitheater, wound the Smolensk highroad, passing through a village with a white church some five hundred paces in front of the knoll and below it.
Here and there over the whole of that blue expanse, to right and left of the forest and the road, smoking campfires could be seen and indefinite masses of troops--ours and the enemy's.
The officer pointed with his hand to the smoke visible on the left beyond the river, and the same stern and serious expression that Pierre had noticed on many of the faces he had met came into his face.
The left flank... here the officer paused.
Yesterday our left flank was there at Shevardino, you see, where the oak is, but now we have withdrawn our left wing--now it is over there, do you see that village and the smoke?
We are just going to the left flank.
Well, you can do that later, but the chief thing is the left flank.
"What about the left flank?" asked Pierre
"To tell you the truth, between ourselves, God only knows what state our left flank is in," said Boris confidentially lowering his voice.
"You mean the left flank?" asked Kaysarov.
Yes, exactly; the left flank is now extremely strong.
When Pierre had left Kutuzov, Dolokhov came up to him and took his hand.
Half an hour later Kutuzov left for Tatarinova, and Bennigsen and his suite, with Pierre among them, set out on their ride along the line.
They rode across that bridge into the village of Borodino and thence turned to the left, passing an enormous number of troops and guns, and came to a high knoll where militiamen were digging.
From the fleches they rode still farther to the left, along a road winding through a thick, low-growing birch wood.
After going through the wood for about a mile and a half they came out on a glade where troops of Tuchkov's corps were stationed to defend the left flank.
Here, at the extreme left flank, Bennigsen talked a great deal and with much heat, and, as it seemed to Pierre, gave orders of great military importance.
This disposition on the left flank increased Pierre's doubt of his own capacity to understand military matters.
The officers were about to take leave, but Prince Andrew, apparently reluctant to be left alone with his friend, asked them to stay and have tea.
You talk about our position, the left flank weak and the right flank too extended, he went on.
The Emperor Napoleon had not yet left his bedroom and was finishing his toilet.
Having listened to a suggestion from Davout, who was now called Prince d'Eckmuhl, to turn the Russian left wing, Napoleon said it should not be done, without explaining why not.
The commander of the artillery of the 3rd Corps, General Fouche, will place the howitzers of the 3rd and 8th Corps, sixteen in all, on the flanks of the battery that is to bombard the entrenchment on the left, which will have forty guns in all directed against it.
The cannonade on the left flank will begin as soon as the guns of the right wing are heard.
The second order was that Poniatowski, moving to the village through the wood, should turn the Russian left flank.
There was nothing left for them to do but cry "Vive l'Empereur!" and go to fight, in order to get food and rest as conquerors in Moscow.
Before he was thoroughly awake next morning everybody had already left the hut.
It was the same panorama he had admired from that spot the day before, but now the whole place was full of troops and covered by smoke clouds from the guns, and the slanting rays of the bright sun, rising slightly to the left behind Pierre, cast upon it through the clear morning air penetrating streaks of rosy, golden-tinted light and long dark shadows.
From the left, over fields and bushes, those large balls of smoke were continually appearing followed by their solemn reports, while nearer still, in the hollows and woods, there burst from the muskets small cloudlets that had no time to become balls, but had their little echoes in just the same way.
Having descended the hill the general after whom Pierre was galloping turned sharply to the left, and Pierre, losing sight of him, galloped in among some ranks of infantry marching ahead of him.
He tried to pass either in front of them or to the right or left, but there were soldiers everywhere, all with the same preoccupied expression and busy with some unseen but evidently important task.
"Here it's tolerable," said he, "but with Bagration on the left flank they're getting it frightfully hot."
The booming cannonade and the fusillade of musketry were growing more intense over the whole field, especially to the left where Bagration's fleches were, but where Pierre was the smoke of the firing made it almost impossible to distinguish anything.
The Russians might fall on his left wing, might break through his center, he himself might be killed by a stray cannon ball.
The news that the Russians were attacking the left flank of the French army aroused that horror in Napoleon.
When Scherbinin came galloping from the left flank with news that the French had captured the fleches and the village of Semenovsk, Kutuzov, guessing by the sounds of the battle and by Scherbinin's looks that the news was bad, rose as if to stretch his legs and, taking Scherbinin's arm, led him aside.
Wolzogen had come from Barclay de Tolly to report on the progress of affairs on the left flank.
He treated his Serene Highness with a somewhat affected nonchalance intended to show that, as a highly trained military man, he left it to Russians to make an idol of this useless old man, but that he knew whom he was dealing with.
After turning his head from right to left for some time, he sighed and looked down.
For a little while he was left alone and involuntarily witnessed what was taking place on the other two tables.
Admitting the view of Barclay and others that a defensive battle at Fili was impossible, but imbued with Russian patriotism and the love of Moscow, he proposed to move troops from the right to the left flank during the night and attack the French right flank the following day.
They were ashamed to be called cowards, ashamed to leave, but still they left, knowing it had to be done.
"Ah, how do you do, great warrior?" said Rostopchin as soon as the short man had left the room.
Pierre did not answer and left Rostopchin's room more sullen and angry than he had ever before shown himself.
When left alone at last he opened and read his wife's letter.
When he awoke next morning the major-domo came to inform him that a special messenger, a police officer, had come from Count Rostopchin to know whether Count Bezukhov had left or was leaving the town.
After Petya had joined Obolenski's regiment of Cossacks and left for Belaya Tserkov where that regiment was forming, the countess was seized with terror.
At first she found it amusing to give away dresses and ribbons to the maids, but when that was done and what was left had still to be packed, she found it dull.
Thanks to Natasha's directions the work now went on expeditiously, unnecessary things were left, and the most valuable packed as compactly as possible.
On waking up that morning Count Ilya Rostov left his bedroom softly, so as not to wake the countess who had fallen asleep only toward morning, and came out to the porch in his lilac silk dressing gown.
After all, ours are things that can be bought but think what being left behind means to them!...
Flourishing his arms in despair the count left the room without replying.
And he left the room.
Natasha left the room with her father and, as if finding it difficult to reach some decision, first followed him and then ran downstairs.
It no longer seemed strange to them but on the contrary it seemed the only thing that could be done, just as a quarter of an hour before it had not seemed strange to anyone that the wounded should be left behind and the goods carted away but that had seemed the only thing to do.
It seemed not to matter whether all or only half the things were left behind.
She was putting away the things that had to be left behind and making a list of them as the countess wished, and she tried to get as much taken away with them as possible.
But as soon as the man had left the room Pierre took up his hat which was lying on the table and went out of his study by the other door.
Gerasim opened one of the shutters and left the room on tiptoe.
Those sent to fetch the deputation had returned with the news that Moscow was empty, that everyone had left it.
Ignat left off smiling, adjusted his belt, and went out of the room with meekly downcast eyes.
Mavra Kuzminichna flicked the dust off the clavichord and closed it, and with a deep sigh left the drawing room and locked its main door.
The sleeve of his coat kept slipping down and he always carefully rolled it up again with his left hand, as if it were most important that the sinewy white arm he was flourishing should be bare.
"The count has not left, he is here, and an order will be issued concerning you," said the superintendent of police.
There now, the gentry and merchants have gone away and left us to perish.
The inhabitants left against his wishes.
When five weeks later these same men left Moscow, they no longer formed an army.
No residents were left in Moscow, and the soldiers--like water percolating through sand--spread irresistibly through the city in all directions from the Kremlin into which they had first marched.
But as the captain had the wine they had taken while passing through Moscow, he left the kvass to Morel and applied himself to the bottle of Bordeaux.
Apropos, tell me please, is it true that the women have all left Moscow?
When the captain went out and he was left alone, suddenly he came to himself and realized the position he was in.
More than anything else in Pierre's story the captain was impressed by the fact that Pierre was very rich, had two mansions in Moscow, and that he had abandoned everything and not left the city, but remained there concealing his name and station.
To the left of the house on the Pokrovka a fire glowed--the first of those that were beginning in Moscow.
Without taking leave of his new friend, Pierre left the gate with unsteady steps and returning to his room lay down on the sofa and immediately fell asleep.
It's more to the left, why, Little Mytishchi is over there, and this is right on the other side.
"Yes, really I did," Natasha replied in a voice that pleaded to be left in peace.
The small lamp in front of the icons was the only light left in the room.
What was left of him?
My youngest daughter is left behind.
"But where was she left?" asked Pierre.
She ran across the street, turned down a side street to the left, and, passing three houses, turned into a yard on the right.
He did not find the civil servant or his wife where he had left them.
They left in the morning.
His face probably looked very terrible, for the officer said something in a whisper and four more uhlans left the ranks and placed themselves on both sides of Pierre.
I left it all in flames, replied Michaud in a decided tone, but glancing at the Emperor he was frightened by what he had done.
The following day he saw Princess Mary off on her journey to Yaroslavl, and a few days later left to rejoin his regiment.
But a few days before they left Moscow, moved and excited by all that was going on, she called Sonya to her and, instead of reproaching and making demands on her, tearfully implored her to sacrifice herself and repay all that the family had done for her by breaking off her engagement with Nicholas.
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.
To the right and left of the post stood rows of French troops in blue uniforms with red epaulets and high boots and shakos.
But he, my younger brother, had five little ones, while I, you see, only left a wife behind.
On the left there was water--a great river--and on the right a porch.
As soon as Natasha, sitting at the head of Prince Andrew's bed, heard of Princess Mary's arrival, she softly left his room and hastened to her with those swift steps that had sounded buoyant to Princess Mary.
They sat a little while downstairs near his room till they had left off crying and were able to go to him with calm faces.
When Princess Mary began to cry, he understood that she was crying at the thought that little Nicholas would be left without a father.
When Princess Mary had left Prince Andrew she fully understood what Natasha's face had told her.
The beast wounded at Borodino was lying where the fleeing hunter had left him; but whether he was still alive, whether he was strong and merely lying low, the hunter did not know.
Following the wounded hare he made his way far into the forest and came upon the left flank of Murat's army, encamped there without any precautions.
Bennigsen's note and the Cossack's information that the left flank of the French was unguarded were merely final indications that it was necessary to order an attack, and it was fixed for the fifth of October.
I haven't time just now, replied Ermolov, and left the hut.
Order after order and plan after plan were issued by him from the time he entered Moscow till the time he left it.
But when not on duty they will only wear a red ribbon round the left arm.
You will recognize them by the white ribbon they will wear on the left arm.
"It's good, quite good, thank you," said the Frenchman, in French, "but there must be some linen left over."
But the bits left over? said the Frenchman again and smiled.
The Frenchman insisted on having the pieces returned that were left over and asked Pierre to translate what he said.
It was evidently not so much his sufferings that caused him to moan (he had dysentery) as his fear and grief at being left alone.
At Austerlitz he remained last at the Augezd dam, rallying the regiments, saving what was possible when all were flying and perishing and not a single general was left in the rear guard.
The prisoner said that the troops that had entered Forminsk that day were the vanguard of the whole army, that Napoleon was there and the whole army had left Moscow four days previously.
That Napoleon has left Moscow?
To the left of the road between Mikulino and Shamshevo there were large forests, extending in some places up to the road itself though in others a mile or more back from it.
Denisov, Petya, and the esaul, accompanied by some Cossacks and the hussar who had the prisoner, rode to the left across a ravine to the edge of the forest.
Next day when Denisov had left Pokrovsk, having quite forgotten about this peasant, it was reported to him that Tikhon had attached himself to their party and asked to be allowed to remain with it.
Petya, having left his people after their departure from Moscow, joined his regiment and was soon taken as orderly by a general commanding a large guerrilla detachment.
Was the cup left here?
In front of him soldiers, probably Frenchmen, were running from right to left across the road.
On the twenty-second of October that party was no longer with the same troops and baggage trains with which it had left Moscow.
Not one of those dismounted cavalrymen who had marched in front of the prisoners was left; they had all disappeared.
From all sides came shouts of command, and from the left came smartly dressed cavalrymen on good horses, passing the prisoners at a trot.
But after a four days' halt the mob, with no maneuvers or plans, again began running along the beaten track, neither to the right nor to the left but along the old--the worst--road, through Krasnoe and Orsha.
Ney, who had had a corps of ten thousand men, reached Napoleon at Orsha with only one thousand men left, having abandoned all the rest and all his cannon, and having crossed the Dnieper at night by stealth at a wooded spot.
To them the words of Miloradovich seem very interesting, and so do their surmises and the rewards this or that general received; but the question of those fifty thousand men who were left in hospitals and in graves does not even interest them, for it does not come within the range of their investigation.
At the end of January Princess Mary left for Moscow, and the count insisted on Natasha's going with her to consult the doctors.
And flourishing his whip he rode off at a gallop for the first time during the whole campaign, and left the broken ranks of the soldiers laughing joyfully and shouting "Hurrah!"
An infantry regiment which had left Tarutino three thousand strong but now numbered only nine hundred was one of the first to arrive that night at its halting place--a village on the highroad.
I've got no strength left, he added, with sudden resolution turning to the sergeant major.
He attended to army affairs reluctantly, left everything to his generals, and while awaiting the Emperor's arrival led a dissipated life.
Having left Petersburg on the seventh of December with his suite--Count Tolstoy, Prince Volkonski, Arakcheev, and others--the Emperor reached Vilna on the eleventh, and in his traveling sleigh drove straight to the castle.
Scarcely any impression was left on Pierre's mind by all that happened to him from the time of his rescue till his illness.
The higher authorities and the police organized the distribution of goods left behind by the French.
Before Pierre left the room Princess Mary told him: "This is the first time she has talked of him like that."
Natasha continued to look at him intently with bright, attentive, and animated eyes, as if trying to understand something more which he had perhaps left untold.
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.
When Natasha left the room Pierre's confusion and awkwardness immediately vanished and were replaced by eager excitement.
When Pierre and his wife had left, he grew very quiet and began to complain of depression.
He inquired about her health, led the way to his mother, and having sat there for five minutes left the room.
"Wait a moment, I'll fetch it," said Mademoiselle Bourienne, and she left the room.
He flushed crimson, left her side, and paced up and down the room.
When they left the table and went as usual to thank the old countess, Countess Mary held out her hand and kissed her husband, and asked him why he was angry with her.
Having sat awhile with her visitors without understanding anything of what they were saying, she softly left the room and went to the nursery.
I will go and see, said Countess Mary and left the room.
But at the door she stopped as if her conscience reproached her for having in her joy left the child too soon, and she glanced round.
From broken remarks about Natasha and his father, from the emotion with which Pierre spoke of that dead father, and from the careful, reverent tenderness with which Natasha spoke of him, the boy, who was only just beginning to guess what love is, derived the notion that his father had loved Natasha and when dying had left her to his friend.
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.
Nicholas, who had left his nephew, irritably pushed up an armchair, sat down in it, and listened to Pierre, coughing discontentedly and frowning more and more.
"Yes, I think so," he said reluctantly, and left the study.
Then I took the matter in hand: I left him alone and began with nurse's help to get the other children up, telling him that I did not love him.
Natasha and Pierre, left alone, also began to talk as only a husband and wife can talk, that is, with extraordinary clearness and rapidity, understanding and expressing each other's thoughts in ways contrary to all rules of logic, without premises, deductions, or conclusions, and in a quite peculiar way.
Well, good-by! and she left the room.
During that twenty-year period an immense number of fields were left untilled, houses were burned, trade changed its direction, millions of men migrated, were impoverished, or were enriched, and millions of Christian men professing the law of love of their fellows slew one another.
As she left the kitchen, his voice followed her.
There was shopping and packing to be done before they left on vacation.
Do you think Jonathan might feel left out when the new baby comes?
After he left, she lifted one of the suitcases and placed it on the bed.
"I will go get your dress," Nina said to Carmen, and left the room.
"I will join you later," she said, and promptly left Carmen alone.
Tessa was the girl who left him standing at the altar once.
His lips covered hers in a long warm kiss that left her short of breath.
Jonathan would be disappointed if we left before Christmas.
She left him there to think about his actions - only he would probably stew on hers instead.
She grinned up at Alex as they left the room to go downstairs for breakfast.
She fell asleep again when he left the room.
The nurse injected the medicine into the IV and left the room.
I would not have left them out of my will - I could not.
If I should squeeze one, there wouldn't be anything left of it.
"How long did you rule the Emerald City, after I left here?" was the next question.
When Ozma went away she closed the door and left her pet on the table.
Remember when Janis Joplin sang "Freedom's just another word for 'nothing left to lose'"?
But over time, these dehumanizing jobs are what will be "left behind," not the people who perform them.
One morning I left the cage on the window-seat while I went to fetch water for his bath.
I could not quite convince myself that there was much world left, for I regarded Boston as the beginning and the end of creation.
Then there is only one thing left--to go away, but where could I go?
By the time they reached Bogucharovo, Dessalles and the little prince had already left for Moscow.
I loved him and he left me.
Felipa left Carmen at the foot of the stairs, striding off without another word.
It was for this reason that I left my fellows in the abbey kitchen and came here to be alone.
A few minutes after they left, Felipa arrived with an older woman she introduced simply as Maria.
We left Hulton Friday night and arrived here Saturday morning.