1 to 6 are from the epithelial cells of a cancer of the mamma, (After Galeotti.) „ 7 to 21 are from a sarcoma.
Mamma, a teat or breast), the name proposed by the Swedish naturalist Linnaeus for one of the classes, or primary divisions, of vertebrated animals, the members of which are collectively characterized by the presence in the females of special glands secreting milk for the nourishment of the young.
Then I will drag it out of the bushes and call mamma to come and see it.
If I hand her a flower, and say, "Give it to mamma," she takes it to her mother.
My mamma made my pretty new dress.
True, single words do suggest and express ideas; the child may say simply "mamma" when he means "Where is mamma?" but he learns the expression of the ideas that relate to mamma--he learns language--by hearing complete sentences.
The only words she had learned to pronounce with any degree of distinctness previous to March, 1890, were PAPA, MAMMA, BABY, SISTER.
"If you had told me sooner, Mamma, I would have gone," she replied as she rose to go to her own room.
But I'll just tell Mamma how you are behaving with Boris.
"I don't understand, Mamma--what is his attitude to Pierre?" asked the son.
"Mamma!" rang out the clear contralto notes of her childish voice, audible the whole length of the table.
Yes, these verses Nicholas wrote himself and I copied some others, and she found them on my table and said she'd show them to Mamma, and that I was ungrateful, and that Mamma would never allow him to marry me, but that he'll marry Julie.
Mamma told me to ask you to join the dancers.
"Why are you crying, Mamma?" asked Vera.
Much as Mamma pressed her, she refused, and I know she won't change once she has said...
"And Mamma pressed her!" said Nicholas reproachfully.
Mamma does not wish it.
No, Mamma, I'm not in love with him, I suppose I'm not in love with him.
Mamma, are you cross?
No, Mamma, but I'm so sorry for him.
But on the contrary, my papa and mamma are now provided for--I have arranged that rent for them in the Baltic Provinces--and I can live in Petersburg on my pay, and with her fortune and my good management we can get along nicely.
Mamma, can we have a talk?
Speak, Mamma, why don't you say anything?
No, Mamma, don't speak to him!
But, Mamma, is he very much in love?
Even Mamma does not understand.
"Mamma, your cap, more to this side," said Natasha.
"There's someone else we know--Bolkonski, do you see, Mamma?" said Natasha, pointing out Prince Andrew.
Mamma, are you asleep?
Mamma, one need not be ashamed of his being a widower?
Mamma, it is awful, it is unbearable!
It was all dreadfully difficult and complicated; and he replied to his mother in cold, formal letters in French, beginning: "My dear Mamma," and ending: "Your obedient son," which said nothing of when he would return.
Mamma said you mustn't, said Nicholas to Natasha.
I wonder how Mamma could speak so to me.
Mamma, I want him.
"Mamma!" she muttered, "give him to me, give him, Mamma, quickly, quickly!" and she again had difficulty in repressing her sobs.
"Mamma, I don't at all want to," replied Natasha, but all the same she rose.
Mamma, tell us what happened to you in the barn.
Mamma said she was angling for you.
Listen, Mamma darling, said Natasha.
Well, Papa, I tell you definitely, and Mamma too, it's as you please, but I say definitely that you must let me enter the army, because I can't... that's all....
* Oh, Mamma, don't talk nonsense!
Oh, Mamma, how is it you don't understand that the Holy Father, who has the right to grant dispensations...
Why does Mamma object?
Yes, Mamma, I tell you sincerely that these are hard and sad times for every Russian.
"Mamma, it's impossible: see what is going on in the yard!" she cried.
No, Mamma darling, it's not the thing.
Mamma, what does it matter what we take away?
Mamma, darling, forgive me!
"Mamma," said Sonya, "Prince Andrew is here, mortally wounded.
Mamma, Sonya, look, it's he!
"Mamma," screamed Natasha, "I'll stake my head it's he!
Mamma, if you'll let me, I'll stay!
"No, Mamma, I will lie down here on the floor," Natasha replied irritably and she went to the window and opened it.
"I think she's asleep, Mamma," said Sonya softly.
You see, Aunt, Mamma has long wanted me to marry an heiress, but the very idea of marrying for money is repugnant to me.
He had pictured each of those young ladies as almost all honest-hearted young men do, that is, as a possible wife, adapting her in his imagination to all the conditions of married life: a white dressing gown, his wife at the tea table, his wife's carriage, little ones, Mamma and Papa, their relations to her, and so on--and these pictures of the future had given him pleasure.
Muddles, grief for Mamma... business difficulties... muddles, terrible muddles!
"Yes, Mamma, I will write," said she.
She is so kind and Mamma is so fond of her!
Five minutes later little black-eyed three-year-old Natasha, her father's pet, having learned from her brother that Papa was asleep and Mamma was in the sitting room, ran to her father unobserved by her mother.
"No, Mamma, he doesn't want to sleep," said little Natasha with conviction.
"May I kiss Mamma?" he asked Natasha.
How pleased the children will be and Mamma too!
How proud mamma will be of her brave boy!