The little man shook his bald head.
The man stepped out and those piercing blue eyes questioned her silently from under furrowed bows.
He didn't look like a rich man, but then, what did a rich man look like?
"I'll agree to that," said the man; and he stepped inside.
It was the same man, she was sure of it.
"Nonsense!" said the little man, turning red--although just then a ray of violet sunlight was on his round face.
In France there once lived a famous man who was known as the Marquis de Lafayette. When he was a little boy his mother called him Gilbert.
"Come here," said the little man, and took her to one of the corners of the building.
His life was such that no man could ever say, "Ben Franklin has wronged me."
Did I ever tell you that you're the most handsome man I've ever seen?
How could a man with four million in the bank be in financial danger?
He said Alex was the kind of man who would crawl into bed with a woman on the first date.
When the spasms passed, she turned to the man she had nearly killed... the man who had helped give her that second chance.
"By the way," said the man with the star, looking steadily at the Sorcerer, "you told us yesterday that there would not be a second Rain of Stones.
It was not long until the man came with another present.
With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception.
Alex was a wealthy man - rich by her standards.
He respected the man who raised me, even when I rejected my natural father.
The man on the horse!
Feeling dizzy, she stepped back and turned to the man hesitantly.
The man glanced up and she put a hand to her throat, feeling the blood drain from her face.
He was not a very large man, but was well formed and had a beautiful face--calm and serene as the face of a fine portrait.
"Yes, indeed; come into my shop, please," and the braided man turned and led the way into a smaller cave, where he evidently lived.
"Each of their arms is a wooden club," answered the little man, "and I'm sure the creatures mean mischief, by the looks of their eyes.
"That will prove a barrier for some time to come," said the little man, smiling pleasantly all over his wrinkled face at the success of their stratagem.
The little man looked at his watch--a big silver one that he carried in his vest pocket.
The Wizard was also most heartily welcomed by the straw man, who was an important personage in the Land of Oz.
"Oh, thank you," said the man very politely.
They belong to the rich man who lives in the big white house there among the trees.
The king also wondered why this man, who was his favorite, should be so slighted.
When Cyrus became a man, he succeeded his father as king of Persia; he also succeeded his grandfather Astyages as king of Media.
So he employed a wise man whose name was Al Farra to be their teacher.
The teacher answered, "I know of no man who is more honored than yourself."
It is the man who rose to go out, and two young princes contended for the honor of giving him his shoes but at last agreed that each should offer him one.
"You are a brave lad to be joking with robbers" said the man; and he also hurried on to a more promising field.
The second man then spoke up and said, It is true that I sold him the ground, but I did not reserve anything he might find in it.
Then he said to the first man, "Have you a son?"
"Yes, a young man of promise," was the answer.
The shah turned to the second man: "Have you a daughter?"
"I have," answered the man, "--a beautiful girl."
When the people heard about this speech of the rich man, Coriolanus, they were very angry.
A long time ago there lived a poor slave whose name was Aesop. He was a small man with a large head and long arms.
The man who buys him must pay a high price.
This answer pleased the rich man so well that he bought Aesop at once, and took him to his home on the island of Samos.
In Richmond, Virginia, one Saturday morning, an old man went into the market to buy something.
The market man showed him a fat turkey, plump and white and ready for roasting.
The market man wrapped a paper round it and put it in the basket.
Just then a young man stepped up.
The old man who had bought the first turkey was standing quite near.
"Well, that is lucky," said the old man, smiling.
When they reached Mr. Johnson's house, the old man politely handed him the turkey and turned to go.
He wished to teach you that no man should feel himself too fine to carry his own packages.
"Oh, no!" said another man who had seen and heard it all.
When Robert Fulton became a man, he did not forget his experiment with the old fishing boat.
The poor man could do nothing but dress himself and go sorrowing on his way.
A few said that there was one man in their neighborhood who seemed to have had some sort of good luck.
"No," said Al Mansour, "it is for me to reward the man as he deserves."
So he sat there trembling and afraid; for he was a timid, bashful man and did not like to be noticed.
The singing in the kitchen was ended, the fire had burned low, and each man had gone to his place.
So this prince grew up to be a young man, tall and fair and graceful.
But one day after he had become a man, he said: Tell me about the great world which, you say, lies outside of these palace walls.
But suddenly, at a narrow place, they met a very old man, hobbling slowly along over the stony way.
"Who is that man?" asked Gautama, "and why is his face so pinched and his hair so white?
By the door of one of these a sick man was lying upon a couch, helpless and pale.
"Why is that man lying there at this time of day?" asked the prince.
"Stolen!" said the charcoal man, angrily.
The charcoal man sat down by the fire.
The charcoal man and his wife listened to this little dispute, and said nothing.
A tall man who wore a long red cloak seemed to be the leader of the company.
This charcoal man, whom I know very well, ran past me with a child in his arms.
Now, you charcoal man, where is that child?
But really, I fell into the pool at the fountain, and this kind man brought me here to get me dry.
"The prize shall go to the man who deserves it most," he said.
He knocked at the door and the wise man himself opened it.
Tell the wise man why you bring it, and repeat to him the words of the oracle.
He was a poor man and had no wish to be rich.
He is the man whom the oracle meant.
"Well, you will not find that man in Rhodes," said he.
Do you expect to find any man in Corinth who deserves so rich a gift?
"We hope that you are the man," said the messengers.
They learned that Chilon was a very quiet man, that he never spoke about himself, and that he spent all his time in trying to make his country great and strong and happy.
He is my worst enemy, and yet, I admire him as the wisest man in the world.
It is safe to say that the man with seventeen puppies is creating more happiness by giving one each to sixteen friends than he is forgoing by his loss of puppies.
Remember the Warren Bennis quote I used earlier about the factory of the future having only one man and one dog?
Napoleon Bonaparte made a comment along these lines when he stated, "Man is entitled by birthright to a share of the Earth's produce sufficient to fill the needs of his existence."
If you have a problem with that, take it up with the man with the gun.
As Scottish historian Thomas Carlyle once observed, "Man seldom, or rather never for a length of time and deliberately, rebels against anything that does not deserve rebelling against."
President Dwight Eisenhower, lifelong military man and five-star general, had much to say on the waging of war.
The seventeenth-century Spanish writer Baltasar Gracián once offered this advice: "Never contend with a man who has nothing to lose."
The future German man will not just be a man of books, but a man of character.
I have never met someone who returned from another country saying, Man, those guys are such jerks.
Whether it is the notion of manufacturing meat or having the computer tell you what you should order at the restaurant, you may have cringed and thought, "Man, that's kind of creepy."
In Othello is a character named Iago, an evil man who never does anything illegal himself but is always planting ideas in other people's minds, to get them to do his dirty work.
From these relics I learned more about the progress of man than I have heard or read since.
I remember him as a man of rare, sweet nature and of wide experience.
A man was placed on guard at the door to prevent interruption.
In desperation you seize the budget and dump everything out, and there in a corner is your man, serenely brooding on his own private thought, unconscious of the catastrophe which he has brought upon you.
Oh, man, how dost thou forget and obstruct thy brother man, and say, "Give us this day our daily bread," when he has none!
Bishop Brooks taught me no special creed or dogma; but he impressed upon my mind two great ideas--the fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man, and made me feel that these truths underlie all creeds and forms of worship.
Since Bishop Brooks died I have read the Bible through; also some philosophical works on religion, among them Swedenborg's "Heaven and Hell" and Drummond's "Ascent of Man," and I have found no creed or system more soul-satisfying than Bishop Brooks's creed of love.
After that I saw Dr. Holmes many times and learned to love the man as well as the poet.
I did give man money in basket.
He said no, it would not be called for about fifteen minutes; so we sat down to wait; but in a moment the man came back and asked Teacher if we would like to go to the train at once.
We went to a poultry-show... and the man there kindly permitted us to feel of the birds.
He is a great, strong boy now, and he will soon need a man to take care of him; he is really too big for a lady to manage.
You see, I use a typewriter--it is my right hand man, so to speak.
Some time ago, when a policeman shot dead her dog, a dearly loved daily companion, she found in her forgiving heart no condemnation for the man; she only said, 'If he had only known what a good dog she was, he wouldn't have shot her.'
One of the leopards licked her hands, and the man in charge of the giraffes lifted her up in his arms so that she could feel their ears and see how tall they were.
Some of them cried, and the wild man of Borneo shrank from her sweet little face in terror.
On one occasion, while walking on the Common with her, I saw a police officer taking a man to the station-house.
She had met with the expression Mother Nature in the course of her reading, and for a long time she was in the habit of ascribing to Mother Nature whatever she felt to be beyond the power of man to accomplish.
The man who can write stories thinks of stories to write.
The educated man is the man whose expression is educated.
I rarely have dreams that are not in keeping with what I really think and feel, but one night my very nature seemed to change, and I stood in the eye of the world a mighty man and a terrible.
Why should they eat their sixty acres, when man is condemned to eat only his peck of dirt?
One may almost doubt if the wisest man has learned anything of absolute value by living.
When one man has reduced a fact of the imagination to be a fact to his understanding, I foresee that all men at length establish their lives on that basis.
Man has invented, not only houses, but clothes and cooked food; and possibly from the accidental discovery of the warmth of fire, and the consequent use of it, at first a luxury, arose the present necessity to sit by it.
The summer, in some climates, makes possible to man a sort of Elysian life.
How can a man be a philosopher and not maintain his vital heat by better methods than other men?
When a man is warmed by the several modes which I have described, what does he want next?
It is a labor to task the faculties of a man--such problems of profit and loss, of interest, of tare and tret, and gauging of all kinds in it, as demand a universal knowledge.
A man who has at length found something to do will not need to get a new suit to do it in; for him the old will do, that has lain dusty in the garret for an indeterminate period.
If there is not a new man, how can the new clothes be made to fit?
All costume off a man is pitiful or grotesque.
Man wanted a home, a place of warmth, or comfort, first of warmth, then the warmth of the affections.
Many a man is harassed to death to pay the rent of a larger and more luxurious box who would not have frozen to death in such a box as this.
But, answers one, by merely paying this tax, the poor civilized man secures an abode which is a palace compared with the savage's.
But how happens it that he who is said to enjoy these things is so commonly a poor civilized man, while the savage, who has them not, is rich as a savage?
But perhaps a man is not required to bury himself.
The man who has actually paid for his farm with labor on it is so rare that every neighbor can point to him.
When I think of the benefactors of the race, whom we have apotheosized as messengers from heaven, bearers of divine gifts to man, I do not see in my mind any retinue at their heels, any carload of fashionable furniture.
I would rather sit in the open air, for no dust gathers on the grass, unless where man has broken ground.
The man who independently plucked the fruits when he was hungry is become a farmer; and he who stood under a tree for shelter, a housekeeper.
Without factitious support, man is sure to come to earth again beyond that distance.
The civilized man is a more experienced and wiser savage.
No man was ever more honored in the character of his raisers than I. They are destined, I trust, to assist at the raising of loftier structures one day.
It is not the tailor alone who is the ninth part of a man; it is as much the preacher, and the merchant, and the farmer.
What reasonable man ever supposed that ornaments were something outward and in the skin merely--that the tortoise got his spotted shell, or the shell-fish its mother-o'-pearl tints, by such a contract as the inhabitants of Broadway their Trinity Church?
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.
This man seemed to me to lean over the cornice, and timidly whisper his half truth to the rude occupants who really knew it better than he.
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.
The student who secures his coveted leisure and retirement by systematically shirking any labor necessary to man obtains but an ignoble and unprofitable leisure, defrauding himself of the experience which alone can make leisure fruitful.
After all, the man whose horse trots a mile in a minute does not carry the most important messages; he is not an evangelist, nor does he come round eating locusts and wild honey.
Such is the universal law, which no man can ever outwit, and with regard to the railroad even we may say it is as broad as it is long.
I was obliged to hire a team and a man for the plowing, though I held the plow myself.
Man does some of his part of the exchange work in his six weeks of haying, and it is no boy's play.
Man thus not only works for the animal within him, but, for a symbol of this, he works for the animal without him.
Man is an animal who more than any other can adapt himself to all climates and circumstances.
What man but a philosopher would not be ashamed to see his furniture packed in a cart and going up country exposed to the light of heaven and the eyes of men, a beggarly account of empty boxes?
No wonder man has lost his elasticity.
I think that the man is at a dead set who has got through a knot-hole or gateway where his sledge load of furniture cannot follow him.
When a man dies he kicks the dust.
It is not necessary that a man should earn his living by the sweat of his brow, unless he sweats easier than I do.
One young man of my acquaintance, who has inherited some acres, told me that he thought he should live as I did, if he had the means.
If a man has faith, he will co-operate with equal faith everywhere; if he has not faith, he will continue to live like the rest of the world, whatever company he is joined to.
Philanthropy is not love for one's fellow-man in the broadest sense.
Howard was no doubt an exceedingly kind and worthy man in his way, and has his reward; but, comparatively speaking, what are a hundred Howards to us, if their philanthropy do not help us in our best estate, when we are most worthy to be helped?
Often the poor man is not so cold and hungry as he is dirty and ragged and gross.
A robust poor man, one sunny day here in Concord, praised a fellow-townsman to me, because, as he said, he was kind to the poor; meaning himself.
I want the flower and fruit of a man; that some fragrance be wafted over from him to me, and some ripeness flavor our intercourse.
Who is that intemperate and brutal man whom we would redeem?
If anything ail a man, so that he does not perform his functions, if he have a pain in his bowels even--for that is the seat of sympathy--he forthwith sets about reforming--the world.
I never knew, and never shall know, a worse man than myself.
The nearest that I came to actual possession was when I bought the Hollowell place, and had begun to sort my seeds, and collected materials with which to make a wheelbarrow to carry it on or off with; but before the owner gave me a deed of it, his wife--every man has such a wife--changed her mind and wished to keep it, and he offered me ten dollars to release him.
Now, to speak the truth, I had but ten cents in the world, and it surpassed my arithmetic to tell, if I was that man who had ten cents, or who had a farm, or ten dollars, or all together.
I have never yet met a man who was quite awake.
Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour.
An honest man has hardly need to count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten toes, and lump the rest.
Each one is a man, an Irishman, or a Yankee man.
And when they run over a man that is walking in his sleep, a supernumerary sleeper in the wrong position, and wake him up, they suddenly stop the cars, and make a hue and cry about it, as if this were an exception.
Hardly a man takes a half-hour's nap after dinner, but when he wakes he holds up his head and asks, "What's the news?" as if the rest of mankind had stood his sentinels.
"Pray tell me anything new that has happened to a man anywhere on this globe"--and he reads it over his coffee and rolls, that a man has had his eyes gouged out this morning on the Wachito River; never dreaming the while that he lives in the dark unfathomed mammoth cave of this world, and has but the rudiment of an eye himself.
The penny-post is, commonly, an institution through which you seriously offer a man that penny for his thoughts which is so often safely offered in jest.
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.
Kieou-he-yu (great dignitary of the state of Wei) sent a man to Khoung-tseu to know his news.
If a man should walk through this town and see only the reality, where, think you, would the "Mill-dam" go to?
A man must find his occasions in himself, it is true.
Nor is there any man so independent on his farm that he can say them nay.
No wonder that man added this bird to his tame stock--to say nothing of the eggs and drumsticks.
An old-fashioned man would have lost his senses or died of ennui before this.
Nothing can rightly compel a simple and brave man to a vulgar sadness.
I have never felt lonesome, or in the least oppressed by a sense of solitude, but once, and that was a few weeks after I came to the woods, when, for an hour, I doubted if the near neighborhood of man was not essential to a serene and healthy life.
What sort of space is that which separates a man from his fellows and makes him solitary?
Any prospect of awakening or coming to life to a dead man makes indifferent all times and places.
A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will.
The value of a man is not in his skin, that we should touch him.
He has a great bundle of white oak bark under his arm for a sick man, gathered this Sunday morning.
A more simple and natural man it would be hard to find.
In him the animal man chiefly was developed.
But the intellectual and what is called spiritual man in him were slumbering as in an infant.
"Good Lord"--said he, "a man that has to work as I do, if he does not forget the ideas he has had, he will do well.
May be the man you hoe with is inclined to race; then, by gorry, your mind must be there; you think of weeds.
One man, perhaps, if he has got enough, will be satisfied to sit all day with his back to the fire and his belly to the table, by George!
One man proposed a book in which visitors should write their names, as at the White Mountains; but, alas!
It was the only open and cultivated field for a great distance on either side of the road, so they made the most of it; and sometimes the man in the field heard more of travellers' gossip and comment than was meant for his ear: "Beans so late! peas so late!"--for I continued to plant when others had begun to hoe--the ministerial husbandman had not suspected it.
I saw an old man the other day, to my astonishment, making the holes with a hoe for the seventieth time at least, and not for himself to lie down in!
We should really be fed and cheered if when we met a man we were sure to see that some of the qualities which I have named, which we all prize more than those other productions, but which are for the most part broadcast and floating in the air, had taken root and grown in him.
I observed that the vitals of the village were the grocery, the bar-room, the post-office, and the bank; and, as a necessary part of the machinery, they kept a bell, a big gun, and a fire-engine, at convenient places; and the houses were so arranged as to make the most of mankind, in lanes and fronting one another, so that every traveller had to run the gauntlet, and every man, woman, and child might get a lick at him.
It was very pleasant, when I stayed late in town, to launch myself into the night, especially if it was dark and tempestuous, and set sail from some bright village parlor or lecture room, with a bag of rye or Indian meal upon my shoulder, for my snug harbor in the woods, having made all tight without and withdrawn under hatches with a merry crew of thoughts, leaving only my outer man at the helm, or even tying up the helm when it was plain sailing.
In our most trivial walks, we are constantly, though unconsciously, steering like pilots by certain well-known beacons and headlands, and if we go beyond our usual course we still carry in our minds the bearing of some neighboring cape; and not till we are completely lost, or turned round--for a man needs only to be turned round once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost--do we appreciate the vastness and strangeness of nature.
The virtues of a superior man are like the wind; the virtues of a common man are like the grass--the grass, when the wind passes over it, bends.
Again the works of man shine as in the spring.
It is the work of a brave man surely, in whom there was no guile!
In the spring of '49 I talked with the man who lives nearest the pond in Sudbury, who told me that it was he who got out this tree ten or fifteen years before.
A man will not need to study history to find out what is best for his own culture.
But he, poor man, disturbed only a couple of fins while I was catching a fair string, and he said it was his luck; but when we changed seats in the boat luck changed seats too.
Is it not a reproach that man is a carnivorous animal?
The faintest assured objection which one healthy man feels will at length prevail over the arguments and customs of mankind.
No man ever followed his genius till it misled him.
Perhaps the facts most astounding and most real are never communicated by man to man.
I believe that water is the only drink for a wise man; wine is not so noble a liquor; and think of dashing the hopes of a morning with a cup of warm coffee, or of an evening with a dish of tea!
Not that food which entereth into the mouth defileth a man, but the appetite with which it is eaten.
If I knew so wise a man as could teach me purity I would go to seek him forthwith.
Chastity is the flowering of man; and what are called Genius, Heroism, Holiness, and the like, are but various fruits which succeed it.
Man flows at once to God when the channel of purity is open.
It is the same whether a man eat, or drink, or cohabit, or sleep sensually.
How shall a man know if he is chaste?
Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to the god he worships, after a style purely his own, nor can he get off by hammering marble instead.
Why has man just these species of animals for his neighbors; as if nothing but a mouse could have filled this crevice?
It probably had never seen a man before; and it soon became quite familiar, and would run over my shoes and up my clothes.
It was a pretty game, played on the smooth surface of the pond, a man against a loon.
Should not every apartment in which man dwells be lofty enough to create some obscurity overhead, where flickering shadows may play at evening about the rafters?
After all our discoveries and inventions no man will go by a pile of wood.
Every man looks at his wood-pile with a kind of affection.
Not long since I read his epitaph in the old Lincoln burying-ground, a little on one side, near the unmarked graves of some British grenadiers who fell in the retreat from Concord--where he is styled "Sippio Brister"--Scipio Africanus he had some title to be called--"a man of color," as if he were discolored.
One day in midsummer, when I was hoeing, a man who was carrying a load of pottery to market stopped his horse against my field and inquired concerning Wyman the younger.
He was a man of manners, like one who had seen the world, and was capable of more civil speech than you could well attend to.
I am not aware that any man has ever built on the spot which I occupy.
These he peddles still, prompting God and disgracing man, bearing for fruit his brain only, like the nut its kernel.
I think that he must be the man of the most faith of any alive.
His words and attitude always suppose a better state of things than other men are acquainted with, and he will be the last man to be disappointed as the ages revolve.
A true friend of man; almost the only friend of human progress.
He is perhaps the sanest man and has the fewest crotchets of any I chance to know; the same yesterday and tomorrow.
A blue-robed man, whose fittest roof is the overarching sky which reflects his serenity.
I often performed this duty of hospitality, waited long enough to milk a whole herd of cows, but did not see the man approaching from the town.
In dark winter mornings, or in short winter afternoons, I sometimes heard a pack of hounds threading all the woods with hounding cry and yelp, unable to resist the instinct of the chase, and the note of the hunting-horn at intervals, proving that man was in the rear.
One man still preserves the horns of the last deer that was killed in this vicinity, and another has told me the particulars of the hunt in which his uncle was engaged.
Such a man has some right to fish, and I love to see nature carried out in him.
The perch swallows the grub-worm, the pickerel swallows the perch, and the fisher-man swallows the pickerel; and so all the chinks in the scale of being are filled.
Such a rule of the two diameters not only guides us toward the sun in the system and the heart in man, but draws lines through the length and breadth of the aggregate of a man's particular daily behaviors and waves of life into his coves and inlets, and where they intersect will be the height or depth of his character.
What is man but a mass of thawing clay?
As soon as the breath of evening does not suffice longer to preserve them, then the nature of man does not differ much from that of the brute.
Men seeing the nature of this man like that of the brute, think that he has never possessed the innate faculty of reason.
How long, pray, would a man hunt giraffes if he could?
Is Franklin the only man who is lost, that his wife should be so earnest to find him?
Shall a man go and hang himself because he belongs to the race of pygmies, and not be the biggest pygmy that he can?
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.
No man loses ever on a lower level by magnanimity on a higher.
I called on the king, but he made me wait in his hall, and conducted like a man incapacitated for hospitality.
There was a man in my neighborhood who lived in a hollow tree.
It may rise this year higher than man has ever known it, and flood the parched uplands; even this may be the eventful year, which will drown out all our muskrats.
It has not the vitality and force of a single living man; for a single man can bend it to his will.
Let every man make known what kind of government would command his respect, and that will be one step toward obtaining it.
Why has every man a conscience, then?
How does it become a man to behave toward this American government to-day?
Of this, he says, every man shall judge for himself.
If I have unjustly wrested a plank from a drowning man, I must restore it to him though I drown myself.
A wise man will not leave the right to the mercy of chance, nor wish it to prevail through the power of the majority.
But no: I find that the respectable man, so called, has immediately drifted from his position, and despairs of his country, when his country has more reason to despair of him.
Oh for a man who is a man, and, as my neighbor says, has a bone in his back which you cannot pass your hand through!
How can a man be satisfied to entertain an opinion merely, and enjoy it?
A man has not everything to do, but something; and because he cannot do everything, it is not necessary that he should do something wrong.
Under a government which imprisons any unjustly, the true place for a just man is also a prison.
But the rich man--not to make any invidious comparison--is always sold to the institution which makes him rich.
Absolutely speaking, the more money, the less virtue; for money comes between a man and his objects, and obtains them for him; and it was certainly no great virtue to obtain it.
The best thing a man can do for his culture when he is rich is to endeavor to carry out those schemes which he entertained when he was poor.
This makes it impossible for a man to live honestly, and at the same time comfortably in outward respects.
A man may grow rich in Turkey even, if he will be in all respects a good subject of the Turkish government.
But, unfortunately, another man saw fit to pay it.
If a man is thought-free, fancy-free, imagination-free, that which is not never for a long time appearing to be to him, unwise rulers or reformers cannot fatally interrupt him.
And having got rid of this young man who did not know how to behave, she resumed her duties as hostess and continued to listen and watch, ready to help at any point where the conversation might happen to flag.
He was a very handsome young man, of medium height, with firm, clearcut features.
Nothing is so necessary for a young man as the society of clever women.
Be the kindhearted man you always were, she said, trying to smile though tears were in her eyes.
"Yes, if having obtained power, without availing himself of it to commit murder he had restored it to the rightful king, I should have called him a great man," remarked the vicomte.
"But, my dear Monsieur Pierre," said she, "how do you explain the fact of a great man executing a duc--or even an ordinary man who--is innocent and untried?"
When he returned to Moscow his father dismissed the abbe and said to the young man, Now go to Petersburg, look round, and choose your profession.
If it were a war for freedom I could understand it and should be the first to enter the army; but to help England and Austria against the greatest man in the world is not right.
I am fond of you, especially as you are the one live man among our whole set.
Good man! cried he, addressing Pierre.
Another voice, from a man of medium height with clear blue eyes, particularly striking among all these drunken voices by its sober ring, cried from the window: "Come here; part the bets!"
Dolokhov was a man of small means and no connections.
One man, older than the others present, suddenly pushed forward with a scared and angry look and wanted to seize hold of Dolokhov's shirt.
The man who had wished to stop the affair ran to a corner of the room and threw himself on a sofa with his face to the wall.
"It was all they could do to rescue the poor man," continued the visitor.
"Why do you say this young man is so rich?" asked the countess, turning away from the girls, who at once assumed an air of inattention.
"How handsome the old man still was only a year ago!" remarked the countess.
Mr. Pitt, as a traitor to the nation and to the rights of man, is sentenced to...
People are always disturbing him, answered Pierre, trying to remember who this young man was.
I am sorry for him as a man, but what can one do?
As often happens in early youth, especially to one who leads a lonely life, he felt an unaccountable tenderness for this young man and made up his mind that they would be friends.
"This is what I want, my dear fellow," said the count to the deferential young man who had entered.
This was an old bachelor, Shinshin, a cousin of the countess', a man with "a sharp tongue" as they said in Moscow society.
The latter understood that she was being asked to entertain this young man, and sitting down beside him she began to speak about his father; but he answered her, as he had the countess, only in monosyllables.
Natasha was perfectly happy; she was dancing with a grown-up man, who had been abroad.
Everyone stood up respectfully when the Military Governor, having stayed about half an hour alone with the dying man, passed out, slightly acknowledging their bows and trying to escape as quickly as possible from the glances fixed on him by the doctors, clergy, and relatives of the family.
An old man, a servant of the princesses, sat in a corner knitting a stocking.
Be a man, my friend.
She felt that as she brought with her the person the dying man wished to see, her own admission was assured.
This young man is the count's son, she added more softly.
"Dear doctor," said she, "this young man is the count's son.
Anna Mikhaylovna stepped forward and, stooping over the dying man, beckoned to Lorrain from behind her back.
The sick man was given something to drink, there was a stir around him, then the people resumed their places and the service continued.
The chanting of the service ceased, and the voice of the priest was heard respectfully congratulating the dying man on having received the sacrament.
The dying man lay as lifeless and immovable as before.
The sick man was so surrounded by doctors, princesses, and servants that Pierre could no longer see the reddish-yellow face with its gray mane-- which, though he saw other faces as well, he had not lost sight of for a single moment during the whole service.
He judged by the cautious movements of those who crowded round the invalid chair that they had lifted the dying man and were moving him.
After a few minutes' bustle beside the high bedstead, those who had carried the sick man dispersed.
The eyes and face of the sick man showed impatience.
The sick man was turned on to his side with his face to the wall.
His cheeks, which were so flabby that they looked heavier below, were twitching violently; but he wore the air of a man little concerned in what the two ladies were saying.
Here, Pierre, tell them your opinion, said she, turning to the young man who, having come quite close, was gazing with astonishment at the angry face of the princess which had lost all dignity, and at the twitching cheeks of Prince Vasili.
She kissed the young man on his forehead, wetting him with her tears.
With those about him, from his daughter to his serfs, the prince was sharp and invariably exacting, so that without being a hardhearted man he inspired such fear and respect as few hardhearted men would have aroused.
"Wait a bit, here's a letter for you," said the old man suddenly, taking a letter addressed in a woman's hand from a bag hanging above the table, onto which he threw it.
This young man, of whom I spoke to you last summer, is so noble-minded and full of that real youthfulness which one seldom finds nowadays among our old men of twenty and, particularly, he is so frank and has so much heart.
"You've grown older, Tikhon," he said in passing to the old man, who kissed his hand.
The old man made a departure from his usual routine in honor of his son's arrival: he gave orders to admit him to his apartments while he dressed for dinner.
The old prince always dressed in old-fashioned style, wearing an antique coat and powdered hair; and when Prince Andrew entered his father's dressing room (not with the contemptuous look and manner he wore in drawing rooms, but with the animated face with which he talked to Pierre), the old man was sitting on a large leather-covered chair, wrapped in a powdering mantle, entrusting his head to Tikhon.
Wants to vanquish Buonaparte? said the old man, shaking his powdered head as much as the tail, which Tikhon was holding fast to plait, would allow.
The old man was in a good temper after his nap before dinner.
"Nonsense, nonsense!" cried the old man, shaking his pigtail to see whether it was firmly plaited, and grasping his by the hand.
The old man began to sing, in the cracked voice of old age: Malbrook s'en va-t-en guerre.
"Well, you've told me nothing new," and the old man repeated, meditatively and rapidly:
Prince Andrew, looking again at that genealogical tree, shook his head, laughing as a man laughs who looks at a portrait so characteristic of the original as to be amusing.
She felt, as courtiers do when the Tsar enters, the sensation of fear and respect which the old man inspired in all around him.
"Ho, ho!" said the old man, casting his eyes on her rounded figure.
He listened, refraining from a reply, and involuntarily wondered how this old man, living alone in the country for so many years, could know and discuss so minutely and acutely all the recent European military and political events.
"You think I'm an old man and don't understand the present state of affairs?" concluded his father.
But even if one might, what feeling except veneration could such a man as my father evoke?
I don't understand how a man of his immense intellect can fail to see what is as clear as day, and can go so far astray.
When Prince Andrew entered the study the old man in his old-age spectacles and white dressing gown, in which he received no one but his son, sat at the table writing.
The old man continued to fold and seal his letter, snatching up and throwing down the wax, the seal, and the paper, with his accustomed rapidity.
The old man got up and gave the letter to his son.
Now here is a Lombard bond and a letter; it is a premium for the man who writes a history of Suvorov's wars.
The old man was silent.
"Not let the wife have him?" said the old man, and laughed.
What? asked both princesses when they saw for a moment at the door Prince Andrew and the figure of the old man in a white dressing gown, spectacled and wigless, shouting in an angry voice.
From the study, like pistol shots, came the frequent sound of the old man angrily blowing his nose.
Hardly had Prince Andrew gone when the study door opened quickly and the stern figure of the old man in the white dressing gown looked out.
He had the air of a man happily performing one of the most solemn duties of his life.
When the eager but misrepeated words had reached their destination in a cry of: "The general to the third company," the missing officer appeared from behind his company and, though he was a middle-aged man and not in the habit of running, trotted awkwardly stumbling on his toes toward the general.
Still, one must have pity on a young man in misfortune.
He now looked like a man who has time to think of the impression he makes on others, but is occupied with agreeable and interesting work.
Denisov was a small man with a red face, sparkling black eyes, and black tousled mustache and hair.
The lieutenant never looked the man he was speaking to straight in the face; his eyes continually wandered from one object to another.
"I want to teach this young man how to shoe a horse," said Telyanin.
"Now then, you devil's puppet, look alive and hunt for it!" shouted Denisov, suddenly, turning purple and rushing at the man with a threatening gesture.
"Ah, you've come here too, young man!" he said, smiling and raising his eyebrows.
Well, let me have it, young man, I'm going.
"Well, young man?" he said with a sigh, and from under his lifted brows he glanced into Rostov's eyes.
He was glad, and at the same instant began to pity the miserable man who stood before him, but the task he had begun had to be completed.
These were the questions each man of the troops on the high ground above the bridge involuntarily asked himself with a sinking heart--watching the bridge and the hussars in the bright evening light and the blue tunics advancing from the other side with their bayonets and guns.
A man has fallen!
For Christ's sake let me alone! cried the wounded man, but still he was lifted and laid on the stretcher.
Reviewing his impressions of the recent battle, picturing pleasantly to himself the impression his news of a victory would create, or recalling the send-off given him by the commander-in-chief and his fellow officers, Prince Andrew was galloping along in a post chaise enjoying the feelings of a man who has at length begun to attain a long-desired happiness.
Bilibin was a man of thirty-five, a bachelor, and of the same circle as Prince Andrew.
Prince Andrew suddenly exclaimed, clenching his small hand and striking the table with it, "and what luck the man has!"
Franz, Bilibin's man, was dragging a portmanteau with some difficulty out of the front door.
Prince Andrew saw that the officer was in that state of senseless, tipsy rage when a man does not know what he is saying.
And God only knows where your man Peter is, said the other adjutant.
Bagration, a gaunt middle-aged man of medium height with a firm, impassive face of Oriental type, came out after the commander-in-chief.
The officer on duty was a handsome, elegantly dressed man with a diamond ring on his forefinger.
"Now what does this mean, gentlemen?" said the staff officer, in the reproachful tone of a man who has repeated the same thing more than once.
The soldiers in their greatcoats were ranged in lines, the sergeants major and company officers were counting the men, poking the last man in each section in the ribs and telling him to hold his hand up.
The man shrieked unnaturally.
A young officer with a bewildered and pained expression on his face stepped away from the man and looked round inquiringly at the adjutant as he rode by.
Prince Andrew gazed with anxious curiosity at that impassive face and wished he could tell what, if anything, this man was thinking and feeling at that moment.
In front came a man wearing a strange shako and a blue cloak, swarthy, sunburned, and with a hooked nose.
And the excited, alien face of that man, his bayonet hanging down, holding his breath, and running so lightly, frightened Rostov.
The French had fallen behind, and just as he looked round the first man changed his run to a walk and, turning, shouted something loudly to a comrade farther back.
The man was wearing a bluish coat of broadcloth, he had no knapsack or cap, his head was bandaged, and over his shoulder a French munition pouch was slung.
Only when a man was killed or wounded did he frown and turn away from the sight, shouting angrily at the men who, as is always the case, hesitated about lifting the injured or dead.
He imagined himself as an enormously tall, powerful man who was throwing cannon balls at the French with both hands.
Tushin told them to give the man some water.
Prince Vasili was not a man who deliberately thought out his plans.
He was merely a man of the world who had got on and to whom getting on had become a habit.
Nor did he say to himself: "Pierre is a rich man, I must entice him to marry my daughter and lend me the forty thousand rubles I need."
But when he came across a man of position his instinct immediately told him that this man could be useful, and without any premeditation Prince Vasili took the first opportunity to gain his confidence, flatter him, become intimate with him, and finally make his request.
He had Pierre at hand in Moscow and procured for him an appointment as Gentleman of the Bedchamber, which at that time conferred the status of Councilor of State, and insisted on the young man accompanying him to Petersburg and staying at his house.
Pierre, on unexpectedly becoming Count Bezukhov and a rich man, felt himself after his recent loneliness and freedom from cares so beset and preoccupied that only in bed was he able to be by himself.
Happy the man who wins her!
He is such a worthy and excellent man, our dear Vyazmitinov....
Into the insignificant, trifling, and artificial interests uniting that society had entered the simple feeling of the attraction of a healthy and handsome young man and woman for one another.
He was like a man entirely absorbed in some occupation.
He felt it awkward to attract everyone's attention and to be considered a lucky man and, with his plain face, to be looked on as a sort of Paris possessed of a Helen.
The sight of the discomposure of that old man of the world touched Pierre: he looked at Helene and she too seemed disconcerted, and her look seemed to say: "Well, it is your own fault."
"Can a sleigh pass?" he asked his overseer, a venerable man, resembling his master in manners and looks, who was accompanying him back to the house.
Could the joy of love, of earthly love for a man, be for her?
Anatole kissed the old man, and looked at him with curiosity and perfect composure, waiting for a display of the eccentricities his father had told him to expect.
Now tell me, my dear boy, are you serving in the Horse Guards? asked the old man, scrutinizing Anatole closely and intently.
The handsome open face of the man who might perhaps be her husband absorbed all her attention.
And this someone was he--the devil--and he was also this man with the white forehead, black eyebrows, and red lips.
The first man that turns up--she forgets her father and everything else, runs upstairs and does up her hair and wags her tail and is unlike herself!
As twenty years before, it seemed impossible that the little creature who lived somewhere under her heart would ever cry, suck her breast, and begin to speak, so now she could not believe that that little creature could be this strong, brave man, this model son and officer that, judging by this letter, he now was.
Because when once a man starts on military service, he should try to make as successful a career of it as possible.
Rostov was a truthful young man and would on no account have told a deliberate lie.
Prince Andrew, who liked to help young men, was flattered by being asked for his assistance and being well disposed toward Boris, who had managed to please him the day before, he wished to do what the young man wanted.
Prince Andrew always became specially keen when he had to guide a young man and help him to worldly success.
Count Markov was the only man who knew how to handle him.
This short man nodded to Dolgorukov as to an intimate friend and stared at Prince Andrew with cool intensity, walking straight toward him and evidently expecting him to bow or to step out of his way.
And he was not the only man to experience that feeling during those memorable days preceding the battle of Austerlitz: nine tenths of the men in the Russian army were then in love, though less ecstatically, with their Tsar and the glory of the Russian arms.
He is a man in a gray overcoat, very anxious that I should call him 'Your Majesty,' but who, to his chagrin, got no title from me!
That's the sort of man he is, and nothing more, replied Dolgorukov, looking round at Bilibin with a smile.
He interrupted him, talked rapidly and indistinctly, without looking at the man he was addressing, and did not reply to questions put to him.
Weyrother, with the gesture of a man too busy to lose a moment, glanced at Kutuzov and, having convinced himself that he was asleep, took up a paper and in a loud, monotonous voice began to read out the dispositions for the impending battle, under a heading which he also read out:
Let every man be fully imbued with the thought that we must defeat these hirelings of England, inspired by such hatred of our nation!
The whole French army, and even Napoleon himself with his staff, were not on the far side of the streams and hollows of Sokolnitz and Schlappanitz beyond which we intended to take up our position and begin the action, but were on this side, so close to our own forces that Napoleon with the naked eye could distinguish a mounted man from one on foot.
He was in a state of suppressed excitement and irritation, though controlledly calm as a man is at the approach of a long-awaited moment.
"My dear fellow," Nesvitski whispered to Prince Andrew, "the old man is as surly as a dog."
The Emperor Francis, a rosy, long faced young man, sat very erect on his handsome black horse, looking about him in a leisurely and preoccupied manner.
"What?" answered the old man absent-mindedly.
"Oh, you fool!" said the old man, spitting angrily.
Lift this young man up and carry him to the dressing station.
And who is that young man beside you?
Young man, you will go far!
Napoleon apparently remembered seeing him on the battlefield and, addressing him, again used the epithet "young man" that was connected in his memory with Prince Andrew.
"Well, and you, young man," said he.
"No, but listen," she said, "now you are quite a man, aren't you?
On his return to Moscow from the army, Nicholas Rostov was welcomed by his home circle as the best of sons, a hero, and their darling Nikolenka; by his relations as a charming, attractive, and polite young man; by his acquaintances as a handsome lieutenant of hussars, a good dancer, and one of the best matches in the city.
A dreaded foe be thou, kindhearted as a man, A Rhipheus at home, a Caesar in the field!
He remembered the expression Dolokhov's face assumed in his moments of cruelty, as when tying the policeman to the bear and dropping them into the water, or when he challenged a man to a duel without any reason, or shot a post-boy's horse with a pistol.
"Yes, he is a bully," thought Pierre, "to kill a man means nothing to him.
But go with the firm intention of killing your man as quickly and surely as possible, and then all will be right, as our bear huntsman at Kostroma used to tell me.
Pierre had the air of a man preoccupied with considerations which had no connection with the matter in hand.
He was entirely absorbed by two considerations: his wife's guilt, of which after his sleepless night he had not the slightest doubt, and the guiltlessness of Dolokhov, who had no reason to preserve the honor of a man who was nothing to him....
That I shall be the laughingstock of all Moscow, that everyone will say that you, drunk and not knowing what you were about, challenged a man you are jealous of without cause.
Helene raised her voice and became more and more excited, "A man who's a better man than you in every way..."
Blackguards! shrieked the old man, turning his face away from her.
The old man already knew everything.
The old man too came up and kissed the waxen little hands that lay quietly crossed one on the other on her breast, and to him, too, her face seemed to say: "Ah, what have you done to me, and why?"
"I know people consider me a bad man!" he said.
It was evident that this strange, strong man was under the irresistible influence of the dark, graceful girl who loved another.
It is good for me, bad for another traveler, and for himself it's unavoidable, because he needs money for food; the man said an officer had once given him a thrashing for letting a private traveler have the courier horses.
The newcomer was a short, large-boned, yellow-faced, wrinkled old man, with gray bushy eyebrows overhanging bright eyes of an indefinite grayish color.
His servant was also a yellow, wrinkled old man, without beard or mustache, evidently not because he was shaven but because they had never grown.
When everything was ready, the stranger opened his eyes, moved to the table, filled a tumbler with tea for himself and one for the beardless old man to whom he passed it.
Pierre flushed and, hurriedly putting his legs down from the bed, bent forward toward the old man with a forced and timid smile.
"But if for reason you don't feel inclined to talk to me," said the old man, "say so, my dear sir."
If it were a man whose existence thou didst doubt I could bring him to thee, could take him by the hand and show him to thee.
"I don't understand," he said, "how it is that the mind of man cannot attain the knowledge of which you speak."
A man offended you and you shot him, and you say you do not know God and hate your life.
But this man knows the truth and, if he wished to, could disclose it to me.
"One more question, Count," he said, "which I beg you to answer in all sincerity--not as a future Mason but as an honest man: have you renounced your former convictions--do you believe in God?"
This short man had on a white leather apron which covered his chest and part of his legs; he had on a kind of necklace above which rose a high white ruffle, outlining his rather long face which was lit up from below.
Drawing nearer, he recognized in the Rhetor a man he knew, Smolyaninov, and it mortified him to think that the newcomer was an acquaintance--he wished him simply a brother and a virtuous instructor.
Among them stood a man whose white shirt was stained with blood.
In the President's chair sat a young man he did not know, with a peculiar cross hanging from his neck.
You behaved as becomes a man who values his honor, perhaps too hastily, but we won't go into that.
"The doubt is flattering," said "the man of profound intellect," with a subtle smile.
The old man, roused by activity, expected the best results from the new campaign, while Prince Andrew on the contrary, taking no part in the war and secretly regretting this, saw only the dark side.
'Grant leave to retire to his country seat to an old man who is already in any case dishonored by being unable to fulfill the great and glorious task for which he was chosen.
My removal from the army does not produce the slightest stir--a blind man has left it.
"One thing I thank God for is that I did not kill that man," said Pierre.
No, to kill a man is bad--wrong.
It is not given to man to know what is right and what is wrong.
"And who has told you what is bad for another man?" he asked.
Prince Andrew expressed his ideas so clearly and distinctly that it was evident he had reflected on this subject more than once, and he spoke readily and rapidly like a man who has not talked for a long time.
You say: join our brotherhood and we will show you the aim of life, the destiny of man, and the laws which govern the world.
If I see, clearly see, that ladder leading from plant to man, why should I suppose it breaks off at me and does not go farther and farther?
A woman, bent with age, with a wallet on her back, and a short, long-haired, young man in a black garment had rushed back to the gate on seeing the carriage driving up.
Having once more entered into the definite conditions of this regimental life, Rostov felt the joy and relief a tired man feels on lying down to rest.
Rostov brought them to his quarters, placed them in his own lodging, and kept them for some weeks while the old man was recovering.
"I warn you, Captain," one of the officers, a short thin man, evidently very angry, was saying.
Just before him, almost across the middle of the passage on the bare floor, lay a sick man, probably a Cossack to judge by the cut of his hair.
The man lay on his back, his huge arms and legs outstretched.
Rostov glanced round, looking for someone who would put this man back in his place and bring him water.
The man's neighbor on one side whispered something to him, pointing at Rostov, who noticed that the old man wanted to speak to him.
The first person Rostov met in the officers' ward was a thin little man with one arm, who was walking about the first room in a nightcap and hospital dressing gown, with a pipe between his teeth.
Only the man who had the next bed, a stout Uhlan, continued to sit on his bed, gloomily frowning and smoking a pipe, and little one-armed Tushin still listened, shaking his head disapprovingly.
"I should like to see the great man," he said, alluding to Napoleon, whom hitherto he, like everyone else, had always called Buonaparte.
This man was speaking to someone in the adjoining room.
"Another petitioner," answered the man with the braces.
Rostov turned and was about to go, but the man in the braces stopped him.
Prince Andrew entered a plain tidy room and saw at the table a man of forty with a long waist, a long closely cropped head, deep wrinkles, scowling brows above dull greenish-hazel eyes and an overhanging red nose.
"Oh, is it you, Prince, who have freed your serfs?" said an old man of Catherine's day, turning contemptuously toward Bolkonski.
"It was a small estate that brought in no profit," replied Prince Andrew, trying to extenuate his action so as not to irritate the old man uselessly.
"Afraid of being late..." said the old man, looking at Kochubey.
Well, I have Pryanichnikov serving under me, a splendid man, a priceless man, but he's sixty.
He rose, took Prince Andrew by the arm, and went to meet a tall, bald, fair man of about forty with a large open forehead and a long face of unusual and peculiar whiteness, who was just entering.
Your father, a man of the last century, evidently stands above our contemporaries who so condemn this measure which merely reestablishes natural justice.
In Prince Andrew's eyes Speranski was the man he would himself have wished to be--one who explained all the facts of life reasonably, considered important only what was rational, and was capable of applying the standard of reason to everything.
He was telling me something, and I wished to show him my sensibility, and not listening to what he was saying I began picturing to myself the condition of my inner man and the grace of God sanctifying me.
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.
Though some skeptics smiled when told of Berg's merits, it could not be denied that he was a painstaking and brave officer, on excellent terms with his superiors, and a moral young man with a brilliant career before him and an assured position in society.
That gray-haired man, she said, indicating an old man with a profusion of silver-gray curly hair, who was surrounded by ladies laughing at something he said.
But before he reached them Pierre stopped beside a very handsome, dark man of middle height, and in a white uniform, who stood by a window talking to a tall man wearing stars and a ribbon.
Natasha at once recognized the shorter and younger man in the white uniform: it was Bolkonski, who seemed to her to have grown much younger, happier, and better-looking.
A young man, looking distraught, pounced down on the ladies, asking them to move aside.
Could she, like other women" (Vera meant herself), "love a man once for all and remain true to him forever?
It was as if she feared this strange, unexpected happiness of meeting again the very man she had then chosen (she was firmly convinced she had done so) and of finding him, as it seemed, not indifferent to her.
And I am sure there will not be a happier man than you.
"If only they would let me end my days as I want to," thought the old man, "then they might do as they please."
At first the family felt some constraint in intercourse with Prince Andrew; he seemed a man from another world, and for a long time Natasha trained the family to get used to him, proudly assuring them all that he only appeared to be different, but was really just like all of them, and that she was not afraid of him and no one else ought to be.
All the complex laws of man centered for her in one clear and simple law--the law of love and self-sacrifice taught us by Him who lovingly suffered for mankind though He Himself was God.
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.
Fallen man has retained a love of idleness, but the curse weighs on the race not only because we have to seek our bread in the sweat of our brows, but because our moral nature is such that we cannot be both idle and at ease.
He had that common sense of a matter-of- fact man which showed him what he ought to do.
I know that no better man than he exists, and I am calm and contented now.
Though Daniel was not a big man, to see him in a room was like seeing a horse or a bear on the floor among the furniture and surroundings of human life.
Each man in the hunt knew his business, his place, what he had to do.
In front rode a fresh-looking, handsome old man with a large gray mustache.
"Good morning, Uncle!" said Nicholas, when the old man drew near.
(He was a distant relative of the Rostovs', a man of small means, and their neighbor.)
This person was a gray-bearded old man in a woman's cloak, with a tall peaked cap on his head.
The wolf paused, turned its heavy forehead toward the dogs awkwardly, like a man suffering from the quinsy, and, still slightly swaying from side to side, gave a couple of leaps and with a swish of its tail disappeared into the skirt of the wood.
"No, it can't be!" thought Rostov, taking a deep breath, as a man does at the coming of something long hoped for.
Nicholas sent the man to call Natasha and Petya to him, and rode at a footpace to the place where the whips were getting the hounds together.
Nicholas, not stopping to talk to the man, asked his sister and Petya to wait for him and rode to the spot where the enemy's, Ilagin's, hunting party was.
Having ridden up to Nicholas, Ilagin raised his beaver cap and said he much regretted what had occurred and would have the man punished who had allowed himself to seize a fox hunted by someone else's borzois.
She's ridden all day like a man, and is as fresh as ever!
Well, you see, first I thought that Rugay, the red hound, was like Uncle, and that if he were a man he would always keep Uncle near him, if not for his riding, then for his manner.
"Go, go quickly," the old man urged him.
Her brother Petya was upstairs too; with the man in attendance on him he was preparing fireworks to let off that night.
He comes in, just in the shape of a man, like an officer--comes in and sits down to table with her.
But ready as she was to take the smallest speck for the image of a man or of a coffin, she saw nothing.
Prince Bolkonski glanced at the young man as if about to say something in reply, but changed his mind, evidently considering him too young.
"I have read our protests about the Oldenburg affair and was surprised how badly the Note was worded," remarked Count Rostopchin in the casual tone of a man dealing with a subject quite familiar to him.
"Have you known that young man long, Princess?" he asked.
Because I have noticed that when a young man comes on leave from Petersburg to Moscow it is usually with the object of marrying an heiress.
The old man is here and his son's expected any day.
God is my witness, I did not know, muttered the old man, and after looking Natasha over from head to foot he went out.
Natasha at that moment felt so softened and tender that it was not enough for her to love and know she was beloved, she wanted now, at once, to embrace the man she loved, to speak and hear from him words of love such as filled her heart.
They sang together and everyone in the theater began clapping and shouting, while the man and woman on the stage--who represented lovers-- began smiling, spreading out their arms, and bowing.
The cymbals and horns in the orchestra struck up more loudly, and this man with bare legs jumped very high and waved his feet about very rapidly.
Everybody in the stalls, boxes, and galleries began clapping and shouting with all their might, and the man stopped and began smiling and bowing to all sides.
If your betrothed comes here now--there will be no avoiding a quarrel; but alone with the old man he will talk things over and then come on to you.
If the old man came round it would be all the better to visit him in Moscow or at Bald Hills later on; and if not, the wedding, against his wishes, could only be arranged at Otradnoe.
He is an invalid and an old man who must be forgiven; but he is good and magnanimous and will love her who makes his son happy.
"A man told me to give you this-" and she handed Natasha a letter.
How is it you have loved a man for a whole year and suddenly...
If he is an honorable man he should either declare his intentions or cease seeing you; and if you won't do this, I will.
You'll see what a man he is!
More than once they had beaten him, and more than once they had made him drunk on champagne and Madeira, which he loved; and he knew more than one thing about each of them which would long ago have sent an ordinary man to Siberia.
"They are all alike!" he said to himself, reflecting that he was not the only man unfortunate enough to be tied to a bad woman.
One man told him he had not come yet, and another that he was coming to dinner.
Don't you understand that it is as mean as beating an old man or a child?...
"I don't know that and don't want to," he said, not looking at Pierre and with a slight tremor of his lower jaw, "but you have used such words to me--'mean' and so on--which as a man of honor I can't allow anyone to use."
The old man seemed livelier than usual.
If I were not myself, but the handsomest, cleverest, and best man in the world, and were free, I would this moment ask on my knees for your hand and your love!
Man lives consciously for himself, but is an unconscious instrument in the attainment of the historic, universal, aims of humanity.
The higher a man stands on the social ladder, the more people he is connected with and the more power he has over others, the more evident is the predestination and inevitability of his every action.
On the faces of all was one common expression of joy at the commencement of the long-expected campaign and of rapture and devotion to the man in the gray coat who was standing on the hill.
The colonel of the Polish uhlans, a handsome old man, flushed and, fumbling in his speech from excitement, asked the aide-de-camp whether he would be permitted to swim the river with his uhlans instead of seeking a ford.
They tried to make their way forward to the opposite bank and, though there was a ford one third of a mile away, were proud that they were swimming and drowning in this river under the eyes of the man who sat on the log and was not even looking at what they were doing.
Boris was now a rich man who had risen to high honors and no longer sought patronage but stood on an equal footing with the highest of those of his own age.
In front of the group, on a black horse with trappings that glittered in the sun, rode a tall man with plumes in his hat and black hair curling down to his shoulders.
This man rode toward Balashev at a gallop, his plumes flowing and his gems and gold lace glittering in the bright June sunshine.
This inevitability alone can explain how the cruel Arakcheev, who tore out a grenadier's mustache with his own hands, whose weak nerves rendered him unable to face danger, and who was neither an educated man nor a courtier, was able to maintain his powerful position with Alexander, whose own character was chivalrous, noble, and gentle.
Balashev knew how to reply to each of Napoleon's remarks, and would have done so; he continually made the gesture of a man wishing to say something, but Napoleon always interrupted him.
Napoleon was in that state of irritability in which a man has to talk, talk, and talk, merely to convince himself that he is in the right.
Balashev began to feel uncomfortable: as envoy he feared to demean his dignity and felt the necessity of replying; but, as a man, he shrank before the transport of groundless wrath that had evidently seized Napoleon.
Napoleon was in that well-known after-dinner mood which, more than any reasoned cause, makes a man contented with himself and disposed to consider everyone his friend.
"Ah, he has passed judgment... passed judgement!" said the old man in a low voice and, as it seemed to Prince Andrew, with some embarrassment, but then he suddenly jumped up and cried: "Be off, be off!
She understood that when speaking of "trash" he referred not only to Mademoiselle Bourienne, the cause of her misery, but also to the man who had ruined his own happiness.
She, poor innocent creature, is left to be victimized by an old man who has outlived his wits.
The old man feels he is guilty, but cannot change himself.
I want to meet that man whom I despise, so as to give him a chance to kill and laugh at me!
The fifth party consisted of those who were adherents of Barclay de Tolly, not so much as a man but as minister of war and commander-in- chief.
"Be he what he may" (they always began like that), "he is an honest, practical man and we have nobody better.
A man who simply wished to retain his lucrative post would today agree with Pfuel, tomorrow with his opponent, and the day after, merely to avoid responsibility or to please the Emperor, would declare that he had no opinion at all on the matter.
He said a few words to Prince Andrew and Chernyshev about the present war, with the air of a man who knows beforehand that all will go wrong, and who is not displeased that it should be so.
But Pfuel, like a man heated in a fight who strikes those on his own side, shouted angrily at his own supporter, Wolzogen:
Is a man a genius who can order bread to be brought up at the right time and say who is to go to the right and who to the left?
The success of a military action depends not on them, but on the man in the ranks who shouts, 'We are lost!' or who shouts, 'Hurrah!'
Doctors came to see her singly and in consultation, talked much in French, German, and Latin, blamed one another, and prescribed a great variety of medicines for all the diseases known to them, but the simple idea never occurred to any of them that they could not know the disease Natasha was suffering from, as no disease suffered by a live man can be known, for every living person has his own peculiarities and always has his own peculiar, personal, novel, complicated disease, unknown to medicine--not a disease of the lungs, liver, skin, heart, nerves, and so on mentioned in medical books, but a disease consisting of one of the innumerable combinations of the maladies of those organs.
She said and felt at that time that no man was more to her than Nastasya Ivanovna, the buffoon.
As Natasha, at her mother's side, passed through the crowd behind a liveried footman who cleared the way for them, she heard a young man speaking about her in too loud a whisper.
A comely, fresh-looking old man was conducting the service with that mild solemnity which has so elevating and soothing an effect on the souls of the worshipers.
Lord, Thou art able to save both great and small; Thou art God, and man cannot prevail against Thee!
Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.
When he came to himself, a man of clerical appearance with a tuft of gray hair at the back of his head and wearing a shabby blue cassock--probably a church clerk and chanter--was holding him under the arm with one hand while warding off the pressure of the crowd with the other.
The other was the mayor, a man with a thin sallow face and narrow beard.
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.
One man ought to be in command, and not two.
It is clear that the man who advocates the conclusion of a peace, and that the Minister should command the army, does not love our sovereign and desires the ruin of us all.
He is said to be more Napoleon's man than ours, and he is always advising the Minister.
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.
One of the visitors, usually spoken of as "a man of great merit," having described how he had that day seen Kutuzov, the newly chosen chief of the Petersburg militia, presiding over the enrollment of recruits at the Treasury, cautiously ventured to suggest that Kutuzov would be the man to satisfy all requirements.
How could they make a man commander-in-chief who cannot mount a horse, who drops asleep at a council, and has the very worst morals!
On the ninth of August Prince Vasili at Anna Pavlovna's again met the "man of great merit."
At last we have a man! said he, glancing sternly and significantly round at everyone in the drawing room.
The "man of great merit," despite his desire to obtain the post of director, could not refrain from reminding Prince Vasili of his former opinion.
The "man of great merit," who was still a novice in court circles, wishing to flatter Anna Pavlovna by defending her former position on this question, observed:
Oh, a very wise man is Prince Kutuzov!
He is as right as other historians who look for the explanation of historic events in the will of one man; he is as right as the Russian historians who maintain that Napoleon was drawn to Moscow by the skill of the Russian commanders.
Napoleon smiled and told them to give the Cossack a horse and bring the man to him.
A large crowd of militiamen and domestics were moving toward her, and in their midst several men were supporting by the armpits and dragging along a little old man in a uniform and decorations.
But what it was, no one could tell: it might be some caprice of a sick and half-crazy man, or it might relate to public affairs, or possibly to family concerns.
"Why don't you speak?" she inquired of a very old man who stood just in front of her leaning on his stick.
"And is there a large force of you here?" said another, a short man, coming up.
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.
You begrudged your lump of a son," a little old man suddenly began attacking Dron-- "and so they took my Vanka to be shaved for a soldier!
His face expressed the relief of relaxed strain felt by a man who means to rest after a ceremony.
Kutuzov swayed his head, as much as to say: "How is one man to deal with it all?" and again listened to Denisov.
The more he realized the absence of all personal motive in that old man--in whom there seemed to remain only the habit of passions, and in place of an intellect (grouping events and drawing conclusions) only the capacity calmly to contemplate the course of events--the more reassured he was that everything would be as it should.
"You spare no one," continued Julie to the young man without heeding the author's remark.
A kindly old man but not up to much.
The flogging was only just over, and the executioner was releasing from the flogging bench a stout man with red whiskers, in blue stockings and a green jacket, who was moaning piteously.
The stout man rose, frowned, shrugged his shoulders, and evidently trying to appear firm began to pull on his jacket without looking about him, but suddenly his lips trembled and he began to cry, in the way full-blooded grown-up men cry, though angry with himself for doing so.
"Where are you going?" shouted Pierre to the man, who was driving to Lubyanka Street.
But wherever it may be, many a man will be missing tomorrow! he remarked.
Following the battalion that marched along the dusty road came priests in their vestments--one little old man in a hood with attendants and singers.
And should your Serene Highness require a man who will not spare his skin, please think of me....
"Devil take it!" said the voice of a man stumbling over something.
Not being a military man I can't say I have understood it fully, but I understand the general position.
He was such a delightful old man, and it was so dark in the forest... and he had such kind...
At a single gesture from him everyone went out on tiptoe, leaving the great man to himself and his emotion.
The man answered the question.
They all gazed with the same dissatisfied and inquiring expression at this stout man in a white hat, who for some unknown reason threatened to trample them under his horse's hoofs.
"A live one!" shouted a man as a whistling shell approached.
The red-faced man was still twitching, but they did not carry him away.
"Now then, what do you want?" asked Napoleon in the tone of a man irritated at being continually disturbed.
Yes, it was like a dream in which a man fancies that a ruffian is coming to attack him, and raises his arm to strike that ruffian a terrible blow which he knows should annihilate him, but then feels that his arm drops powerless and limp like a rag, and the horror of unavoidable destruction seizes him in his helplessness.
Adjutant General Wolzogen, the man who when riding past Prince Andrew had said, "the war should be extended widely," and whom Bagration so detested, rode up while Kutuzov was at dinner.
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.
On the other table, round which many people were crowding, a tall well-fed man lay on his back with his head thrown back.
The man was sobbing and choking convulsively.
The doctors were busily engaged with the wounded man the shape of whose head seemed familiar to Prince Andrew: they were lifting him up and trying to quiet him.
The wounded man was shown his amputated leg stained with clotted blood and with the boot still on.
Yes, that man is somehow closely and painfully connected with me, thought Prince Andrew, not yet clearly grasping what he saw before him.
"What is the connection of that man with my childhood and life?" he asked himself without finding an answer.
He now remembered the connection that existed between himself and this man who was dimly gazing at him through tears that filled his swollen eyes.
He remembered everything, and ecstatic pity and love for that man overflowed his happy heart.
The cannon balls flew just as swiftly and cruelly from both sides, crushing human bodies, and that terrible work which was not done by the will of a man but at the will of Him who governs men and worlds continued.
But the mind of man not only refuses to believe this explanation, but plainly says that this method of explanation is fallacious, because in it a weaker phenomenon is taken as the cause of a stronger.
The first time the young foreigner allowed himself to reproach her, she lifted her beautiful head and, half turning to him, said firmly: That's just like a man--selfish and cruel!
I am not a man, that I should repay kindness with ingratitude!
"Comtesse, a tout peche misericorde," * said a fair-haired young man with a long face and nose, as he entered the room.
The young man who had entered took no notice of her.
Man can be master of nothing while he fears death, but he who does not fear it possesses all.
If there were no suffering, man would not know his limitations, would not know himself.
"And who is that?" he asked, indicating a short old man in a clean blue peasant overcoat, with a big snow-white beard and eyebrows and a ruddy face.
"Oh, so that is Vereshchagin!" said Pierre, looking at the firm, calm face of the old man and seeking any indication of his being a traitor.
The young man is in prison and I expect it will go hard with him.
A short man was saying something, but when Pierre entered he stopped speaking and went out.
"Ah, how do you do, great warrior?" said Rostopchin as soon as the short man had left the room.
That night another wounded man was driven down the Povarskaya, and Mavra Kuzminichna, who was standing at the gate, had him brought into the Rostovs' yard.
She invited them to take the wounded man into the house.
This wounded man was Prince Andrew Bolkonski.
Please let me have one, I will pay the man well, and...
They knew their Natasha, and alarm as to what would happen if she heard this news stifled all sympathy for the man they both liked.
In fact, however, though now much farther off than before, the Rostovs all saw Pierre--or someone extraordinarily like him--in a coachman's coat, going down the street with head bent and a serious face beside a small, beardless old man who looked like a footman.
That old man noticed a face thrust out of the carriage window gazing at them, and respectfully touching Pierre's elbow said something to him and pointed to the carriage.
At length when he had understood and looked in the direction the old man indicated, he recognized Natasha, and following his first impulse stepped instantly and rapidly toward the coach.
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.
The man told him that arms were being distributed today at the Kremlin and that tomorrow everyone would be sent out beyond the Three Hills gates and a great battle would be fought there.
Gerasim, that sallow beardless old man Pierre had seen at Torzhok five years before with Joseph Bazdeev, came out in answer to his knock.
A tall, bald-headed old man with a red nose, wearing a dressing gown and with galoshes on his bare feet, stood in the anteroom.
"Look here," he added, taking Gerasim by a button of his coat and looking down at the old man with moist, shining, and ecstatic eyes, "I say, do you know that there is going to be a battle tomorrow?"
It was when Pierre (wearing the coachman's coat which Gerasim had procured for him and had disinfected by steam) was on his way with the old man to buy the pistol at the Sukharev market that he met the Rostovs.
From one open shop came the sound of blows and vituperation, and just as the officer came up to it a man in a gray coat with a shaven head was flung out violently.
This man, bent double, rushed past the tradesman and the officer.
They've killed a man, lads!
"Oh, gracious me, a man beaten to death--killed!..." screamed a woman coming out of a gate close by.
What have you killed a man for, you thief?
On seeing the crowd and the bloodstained man the workman ceased speaking, and with eager curiosity all the bootmakers joined the moving crowd.
By the wall of China-Town a smaller group of people were gathered round a man in a frieze coat who held a paper in his hand.
The man in the frieze coat was reading the broadsheet of August 31.
Rostopchin, though he had patriotic sentiments, was a sanguine and impulsive man who had always moved in the highest administrative circles and had no understanding at all of the people he supposed himself to be guiding.
And as he spoke he saw a young man coming round the corner of the house between two dragoons.
"Ah!" said Rostopchin, hurriedly turning away his eyes from the young man in the fur-lined coat and pointing to the bottom step of the porch.
The young man in his clattering chains stepped clumsily to the spot indicated, holding away with one finger the coat collar which chafed his neck, turned his long neck twice this way and that, sighed, and submissively folded before him his thin hands, unused to work.
For several seconds while the young man was taking his place on the step the silence continued.
While waiting for the young man to take his place on the step Rostopchin stood frowning and rubbing his face with his hand.
This man, Vereshchagin, is the scoundrel by whose doing Moscow is perishing.
The young man in the fur-lined coat, stooping a little, stood in a submissive attitude, his fingers clasped before him.
Since the world began and men have killed one another no one has ever committed such a crime against his fellow man without comforting himself with this same idea.
To a man not swayed by passion that welfare is never certain, but he who commits such a crime always knows just where that welfare lies.
A man in a general's uniform with plumes in his hat went up to Kutuzov and said something in French.
Kutuzov looked at Rostopchin as if, not grasping what was said to him, he was trying to read something peculiar written at that moment on the face of the man addressing him.
Together with that sound came a solitary human cry from the gateway and amid the smoke appeared the figure of a bareheaded man in a peasant's coat.
One was an officer--a tall, soldierly, handsome man--the other evidently a private or an orderly, sunburned, short, and thin, with sunken cheeks and a dull expression.
"Board them!" yelled the tipsy man, trying to press the trigger.
Well, and what are we to do with this man? he added, addressing himself to Pierre as to a brother.
Lead that man away! said he quickly and energetically, and taking the arm of Pierre whom he had promoted to be a Frenchman for saving his life, he went with him into the room.
A man who doesn't know Paris is a savage.
But that man has vanquished me.
Oh yes, mon cher, he is the greatest man of the ages past or future.
The few glasses of wine he had drunk and the conversation with this good-natured man had destroyed the mood of concentrated gloom in which he had spent the last few days and which was essential for the execution of his design.
I must tell you, mon cher," he continued in the sad and measured tones of a man who intends to tell a long story, "that our name is one of the most ancient in France."
Whether it was the wine he had drunk, or an impulse of frankness, or the thought that this man did not, and never would, know any of those who played a part in his story, or whether it was all these things together, something loosened Pierre's tongue.
With her bare feet she touched a sleeping man, stepped over him, and opened the door into the part of the hut where Prince Andrew lay.
Another man--Timokhin--was lying in a corner on the benches beneath the icons, and two others--the doctor and a valet--lay on the floor.
Horribly unlike a man as that body looked, she must see him.
A healthy man can tear himself away from the deepest reflections to say a civil word to someone who comes in and can then return again to his own thoughts.
"Yes, a new happiness was revealed to me of which man cannot be deprived," he thought as he lay in the semidarkness of the quiet hut, gazing fixedly before him with feverish wide open eyes.
A happiness lying beyond material forces, outside the material influences that act on man--a happiness of the soul alone, the happiness of loving.
Prince Andrew collected all his strength in an effort to recover his senses, he moved a little, and suddenly there was a ringing in his ears, a dimness in his eyes, and like a man plunged into water he lost consciousness.
Though with the intimacy now established between the wounded man and Natasha the thought occurred that should he recover their former engagement would be renewed, no one--least of all Natasha and Prince Andrew--spoke of this: the unsettled question of life and death, which hung not only over Bolkonski but over all Russia, shut out all other considerations.
The woman's husband, a short, round- shouldered man in the undress uniform of a civilian official, with sausage-shaped whiskers and showing under his square-set cap the hair smoothly brushed forward over his temples, with expressionless face was moving the trunks, which were placed one on another, and was dragging some garments from under them.
Another man would have rescued her from the fire.
But this is a monster and neither a man nor a father!
From the expression of his animated face the woman saw that this man might help her.
Involuntarily he noticed a Georgian or Armenian family consisting of a very handsome old man of Oriental type, wearing a new, cloth- covered, sheepskin coat and new boots, an old woman of similar type, and a young woman.
One of these, a nimble little man, was wearing a blue coat tied round the waist with a rope.
The other, whose appearance particularly struck Pierre, was a long, lank, round-shouldered, fair-haired man, slow in his movements and with an idiotic expression of face.
The little barefooted Frenchman in the blue coat went up to the Armenians and, saying something, immediately seized the old man by his legs and the old man at once began pulling off his boots.
The old man was already sitting barefoot.
A little man in Russian civilian clothes rode out from the ranks, and by his clothes and manner of speaking Pierre at once knew him to be a French salesman from one of the Moscow shops.
"He does not look like a common man," said the interpreter, after a searching look at Pierre.
"Your information may be better than mine," Anna Pavlovna suddenly and venomously retorted on the inexperienced young man, "but I know on good authority that this doctor is a very learned and able man.
And having thus demolished the young man, Anna Pavlovna turned to another group where Bilibin was talking about the Austrians: having wrinkled up his face he was evidently preparing to smooth it out again and utter one of his mots.
I always said he was the only man capable of defeating Napoleon.
The more closely a man was engaged in the events then taking place in Russia the less did he realize their significance.
The commander of the militia was a civilian general, an old man who was evidently pleased with his military designation and rank.
The governor was a brisk little man, very simple and affable.
Everything seemed to him pleasant and easy during that first part of his stay in Voronezh and, as usually happens when a man is in a pleasant state of mind, everything went well and easily.
Herself a consummate coquette, she could not have maneuvered better on meeting a man she wished to attract.
The wounded man was much better that day and Natasha was sitting with him.
This officer, probably someone on the staff, was holding a paper in his hand, and called over all the Russians there, naming Pierre as "the man who does not give his name."
To him Davout was not merely a French general, but a man notorious for his cruelty.
"I know that man," he said in a cold, measured tone, evidently calculated to frighten Pierre.
The fourth was a peasant, a very handsome man with a broad, light-brown beard and black eyes.
The fifth man was the factory lad in the loose cloak.
Like the others this fifth man seemed calm; he wrapped his loose cloak closer and rubbed one bare foot with the other.
He swayed like a drunken man, taking some steps forward and back to save himself from falling.
This man was doing something to his legs in the darkness, and though Pierre could not see his face he felt that the man continually glanced at him.
On growing used to the darkness Pierre saw that the man was taking off his leg bands, and the way he did it aroused Pierre's interest.
Karataev had no attachments, friendships, or love, as Pierre understood them, but loved and lived affectionately with everything life brought him in contact with, particularly with man--not any particular man, but those with whom he happened to be.
There was only one expression on her agitated face when she ran into the drawing room--that of love--boundless love for him, for her, and for all that was near to the man she loved; and of pity, suffering for others, and passionate desire to give herself entirely to helping them.
The discovery of these laws is only possible when we have quite abandoned the attempt to find the cause in the will of some one man, just as the discovery of the laws of the motion of the planets was possible only when men abandoned the conception of the fixity of the earth.
But it is hard to understand why military writers, and following them others, consider this flank march to be the profound conception of some one man who saved Russia and destroyed Napoleon.
One man said he had seen Ermolov ride past with some other generals, others said he must have returned home.
Trembling and panting the old man fell into that state of fury in which he sometimes used to roll on the ground, and he fell upon Eykhen, threatening him with his hands, shouting and loading him with gross abuse.
He, the commander-in-chief, a Serene Highness who everybody said possessed powers such as no man had ever had in Russia, to be placed in this position--made the laughingstock of the whole army!
Napoleon, the man of genius, did this!
Having similarly explained his views and his magnanimity to Tutolmin, he dispatched that old man also to Petersburg to negotiate.
He is a man who never forgets anything.
'Monsieur Kiril is a man of education, who speaks French.
"You see, dear man, this is not a sewing shop, and I had no proper tools; and, as they say, one needs a tool even to kill a louse," said Platon with one of his round smiles, obviously pleased with his work.
Here and now for the first time he fully appreciated the enjoyment of eating when he wanted to eat, drinking when he wanted to drink, sleeping when he wanted to sleep, of warmth when he was cold, of talking to a fellow man when he wished to talk and to hear a human voice.
Pierre, girt with a rope round his waist and wearing shoes Karataev had made for him from some leather a French soldier had torn off a tea chest and brought to have his boots mended with, went up to the sick man and squatted down beside him.
He did not again go to the sick man, nor turn to look at him, but stood frowning by the door of the hut.
Isn't the road wide enough? said he, turning to a man behind him who was not pushing him at all.
From the words of his comrades who saw better than he did, he found that this was the body of a man, set upright against the palings with its face smeared with soot.
A man got up and came to see what this queer big fellow was laughing at all by himself.
Pierre stopped laughing, got up, went farther away from the inquisitive man, and looked around him.
It is natural for a man who does not understand the workings of a machine to imagine that a shaving that has fallen into it by chance and is interfering with its action and tossing about in it is its most important part.
The man who does not understand the construction of the machine cannot conceive that the small connecting cogwheel which revolves quietly is one of the most essential parts of the machine, and not the shaving which merely harms and hinders the working.
The man who had wakened yawned and stretched himself.
You damned rascal, where do you always hide it? said the voice of the man who was stretching himself, to the orderly.
By the light of the sparks Bolkhovitinov saw Shcherbinin's youthful face as he held the candle, and the face of another man who was still asleep.
"There's nothing to be done, we'll have to wake him," said Shcherbinin, rising and going up to the man in the nightcap who lay covered by a greatcoat.
Like Dokhturov he had the reputation of being a man of very limited capacity and information, and like Dokhturov he never made plans of battle but was always found where the situation was most difficult.
A man in motion always devises an aim for that motion.
But that native land was too far off, and for a man going a thousand miles it is absolutely necessary to set aside his final goal and to say to himself: "Today I shall get to a place twenty-five miles off where I shall rest and spend the night," and during the first day's journey that resting place eclipses his ultimate goal and attracts all his hopes and desires.
All that he now wanted to know was what troops these were and to learn that he had to capture a "tongue"--that is, a man from the enemy column.
Esaul Lovayski the Third was a tall man as straight as an arrow, pale- faced, fair-haired, with narrow light eyes and with calm self- satisfaction in his face and bearing.
Down below, a man wearing something red was running through the marsh.
The man whom they called Tikhon, having run to the stream, plunged in so that the water splashed in the air, and, having disappeared for an instant, scrambled out on all fours, all black with the wet, and ran on.
He was the bravest and most useful man in the party.
Among the trees a man with long legs and long, swinging arms, wearing a short jacket, bast shoes, and a Kazan hat, was approaching with long, light steps.
Noticing the black outline of a man crossing the road, Dolokhov stopped him and inquired where the commander and officers were.
The man, a soldier with a sack over his shoulder, stopped, came close up to Dolokhov's horse, touched it with his hand, and explained simply and in a friendly way that the commander and the officers were higher up the hill to the right in the courtyard of the farm, as he called the landowner's house.
"What are you sharpening?" asked a man coming up to the wagon.
"That's right," said the man, whom Petya took to be an hussar.
Perhaps it was just the Cossack, Likhachev, who was sitting under the wagon, but it might be the kindest, bravest, most wonderful, most splendid man in the world, whom no one knew of.
While imprisoned in the shed Pierre had learned not with his intellect but with his whole being, by life itself, that man is created for happiness, that happiness is within him, in the satisfaction of simple human needs, and that all unhappiness arises not from privation but from superfluity.
He had learned that as there is no condition in which man can be happy and entirely free, so there is no condition in which he need be unhappy and lack freedom.
His feeling of pity for this man frightened him and he wished to go away, but there was no other fire, and Pierre sat down, trying not to look at Platon.
The old man was living as a convict, submitting as he should and doing no wrong.
Well, one night the convicts were gathered just as we are, with the old man among them.
So they asked the old man: 'What are you being punished for, Daddy?'--'I, my dear brothers,' said he, 'am being punished for my own and other men's sins.
Now it happened that in the group was the very man who had killed the other merchant.
So he comes up to the old man like this, and falls down at his feet!
And the old man said, 'God will forgive you, we are all sinners in His sight.
Pierre caught a glimpse of a man in a three-cornered hat with a tranquil look on his handsome, plump, white face.
Pierre looked at the soldier and remembered that, two days before, that man had burned his shirt while drying it at the fire and how they had laughed at him.
And suddenly he saw vividly before him a long-forgotten, kindly old man who had given him geography lessons in Switzerland.
"Wait a bit," said the old man, and showed Pierre a globe.
So one might have thought that regarding this period of the campaign the historians, who attributed the actions of the mass to the will of one man, would have found it impossible to make the story of the retreat fit their theory.
For the "great" man nothing is wrong, there is no atrocity for which a "great" man can be blamed.
History (or what is called by that name) replying to these questions says that this occurred because Kutuzov and Tormasov and Chichagov, and this man and that man, did not execute such and such maneuvers...
When seeing a dying animal a man feels a sense of horror: substance similar to his own is perishing before his eyes.
Not merely in these cases but continually did that old man--who by experience of life had reached the conviction that thoughts and the words serving as their expression are not what move people--use quite meaningless words that happened to enter his head.
But that man, so heedless of his words, did not once during the whole time of his activity utter one word inconsistent with the single aim toward which he moved throughout the whole war.
To a lackey no man can be great, for a lackey has his own conception of greatness.
It was no longer the commander-in-chief speaking but an ordinary old man who wanted to tell his comrades something very important.
"There are gentry here; the general himself is in that hut, and you foul-mouthed devils, you brutes, I'll give it to you!" shouted he, hitting the first man who came in his way a swinging blow on the back.
Fetch some more wood! shouted a red-haired and red-faced man, screwing up his eyes and blinking because of the smoke but not moving back from the fire.
This red-haired man was neither a sergeant nor a corporal, but being robust he ordered about those weaker than himself.
"Look out, your soles will fly off!" shouted the red-haired man, noticing that the sole of the dancer's boot was hanging loose.
"Well, you know," said the sharp-nosed man they called Jackdaw in a squeaky and unsteady voice, raising himself at the other side of the fire, "a plump man gets thin, but for a thin one it's death.
"But they're a clean folk, lads," the first man went on; "he was white-- as white as birchbark--and some of them are such fine fellows, you might think they were nobles."
The soldiers surrounded the Frenchmen, spread a greatcoat on the ground for the sick man, and brought some buckwheat porridge and vodka for both of them.
The exhausted French officer was Ramballe and the man with his head wrapped in the shawl was Morel, his orderly.
How is it? said the man--a singer and a wag--whom Morel was embracing.
The contemptuously respectful attitude of the younger men to the old man in his dotage was expressed in the highest degree by the behavior of Chichagov, who knew of the accusations that were being directed against Kutuzov.
The Emperor with a rapid glance scanned Kutuzov from head to foot, frowned for an instant, but immediately mastering himself went up to the old man, extended his arms and embraced him.
A joyous feeling of freedom--that complete inalienable freedom natural to man which he had first experienced at the first halt outside Moscow-- filled Pierre's soul during his convalescence.
The most cunning man could not have crept into her confidence more successfully, evoking memories of the best times of her youth and showing sympathy with them.
"Yes, he is a very, very kind man when he is not under the influence of bad people but of people such as myself," thought she.
The doctor who attended Pierre and visited him every day, though he considered it his duty as a doctor to pose as a man whose every moment was of value to suffering humanity, would sit for hours with Pierre telling him his favorite anecdotes and his observations on the characters of his patients in general, and especially of the ladies.
"It's a pleasure to talk to a man like that; he is not like our provincials," he would say.
Willarski felt dull in Orel and was pleased to meet a man of his own circle and, as he supposed, of similar interests.
Willarski was a married man with a family, busy with his family affairs, his wife's affairs, and his official duties.
The difference, and sometimes complete contradiction, between men's opinions and their lives, and between one man and another, pleased him and drew from him an amused and gentle smile.
No, you can't understand what I learned from that illiterate man--that simple fellow.
What a splendid man he is! said Princess Mary.
"Strange and impossible as such happiness seems, I must do everything that she and I may be man and wife," he told himself.
"And this man too," thought Pierre, looking into the face of the Chief of Police.
Doesn't he know that he is a man, just a man, while I...?
Prince Vasili, who having obtained a new post and some fresh decorations was particularly proud at this time, seemed to him a pathetic, kindly old man much to be pitied.
The ignorance of his colleagues, the weakness and insignificance of his opponents, the frankness of his falsehoods, and the dazzling and self- confident limitations of this man raise him to the head of the army.
The strength of the justification of the man who stands at the head of the movement grows with the increased size of the group.
During the ten-year preparatory period this man had formed relations with all the crowned heads of Europe.
The man who ten years before and a year later was considered an outlawed brigand is sent to an island two days' sail from France, which for some reason is presented to him as his dominion, and guards are given to him and millions of money are paid him.
The man who had devastated France returns to France alone, without any conspiracy and without soldiers.
Any guard might arrest him, but by strange chance no one does so and all rapturously greet the man they cursed the day before and will curse again a month later.
I too am a man like the rest of you.
Let me live like a man and think of my soul and of God.
Nicholas was allowed no respite and no peace, and those who had seemed to pity the old man--the cause of their losses (if they were losses)--now remorselessly pursued the young heir who had voluntarily undertaken the debts and was obviously not guilty of contracting them.
But the princess had caught a glimpse of the man she had known and loved, and it was to him that she now spoke.
He did not allow himself either to be hard on or punish a man, or to make things easy for or reward anyone, merely because he felt inclined to do so.
Once in summer he had sent for the village elder from Bogucharovo, a man who had succeeded to the post when Dron died and who was accused of dishonesty and various irregularities.
Countess Mary wanted to tell him that man does not live by bread alone and that he attached too much importance to these matters.
She felt a submissive tender love for this man who would never understand all that she understood, and this seemed to make her love for him still stronger and added a touch of passionate tenderness.
Can a man so important and necessary to society be also my husband?
Oh, what a wonderful man he is!
Louis XIV was a very proud and self-confident man; he had such and such mistresses and such and such ministers and he ruled France badly.
At that time there was in France a man of genius--Napoleon.
The strangeness and absurdity of these replies arise from the fact that modern history, like a deaf man, answers questions no one has asked.
In describing a war or the subjugation of a people, a general historian looks for the cause of the event not in the power of one man, but in the interaction of many persons connected with the event.
Another man says the locomotive moves because its wheels go round.
The man who explains the movement of the locomotive by the smoke that is carried back has noticed that the wheels do not supply an explanation and has taken the first sign that occurs to him and in his turn has offered that as an explanation.
Having abandoned the conception of the ancients as to the divine subjection of the will of a nation to some chosen man and the subjection of that man's will to the Deity, history cannot without contradictions take a single step till it has chosen one of two things: either a return to the former belief in the direct intervention of the Deity in human affairs or a definite explanation of the meaning of the force producing historical events and termed "power."
But as soon as we do not admit that, it becomes essential to determine what is this power of one man over others.
If the source of power lies neither in the physical nor in the moral qualities of him who possesses it, it must evidently be looked for elsewhere--in the relation to the people of the man who wields the power.
But to understand phenomena man has, besides abstract reasoning, experience by which he verifies his reflections.
Whenever an event occurs a man appears or men appear, by whose will the event seems to have taken place.
To explain the conditions of that relationship we must first establish a conception of the expression of will, referring it to man and not to the Deity.
Only the expression of the will of the Deity, not dependent on time, can relate to a whole series of events occurring over a period of years or centuries, and only the Deity, independent of everything, can by His sole will determine the direction of humanity's movement; but man acts in time and himself takes part in what occurs.
For an order to be certainly executed, it is necessary that a man should order what can be executed.
To understand in what this dependence consists it is necessary to reinstate another omitted condition of every command proceeding not from the Deity but from a man, which is, that the man who gives the command himself takes part in the event.
The man who worked most with his hands could not think so much about what he was doing, or reflect on or command what would result from the common activity; while the man who commanded more would evidently work less with his hands on account of his greater verbal activity.
When a man works alone he always has a certain set of reflections which as it seems to him directed his past activity, justify his present activity, and guide him in planning his future actions.
History shows us that these justifications of the events have no common sense and are all contradictory, as in the case of killing a man as the result of recognizing his rights, and the killing of millions in Russia for the humiliation of England.
If the will of every man were free, that is, if each man could act as he pleased, all history would be a series of disconnected incidents.
If in a thousand years even one man in a million could act freely, that is, as he chose, it is evident that one single free act of that man's in violation of the laws governing human action would destroy the possibility of the existence of any laws for the whole of humanity.
Through his reason man observes himself, but only through consciousness does he know himself.
To understand, observe, and draw conclusions, man must first of all be conscious of himself as living.
A man is only conscious of himself as a living being by the fact that he wills, that is, is conscious of his volition.
But his will--which forms the essence of his life--man recognizes (and can but recognize) as free.
Having learned from experiment and argument that a stone falls downwards, a man indubitably believes this and always expects the law that he has learned to be fulfilled.
A man having no freedom cannot be conceived of except as deprived of life.
Man is the creation of an all-powerful, all-good, and all-seeing God.
Man in connection with the general life of humanity appears subject to laws which determine that life.
But the same man apart from that connection appears to be free.
A sinking man who clutches at another and drowns him; or a hungry mother exhausted by feeding her baby, who steals some food; or a man trained to discipline who on duty at the word of command kills a defenseless man-- seem less guilty, that is, less free and more subject to the law of necessity, to one who knows the circumstances in which these people were placed, and more free to one who does not know that the man was himself drowning, that the mother was hungry, that the soldier was in the ranks, and so on.
Similarly a man who committed a murder twenty years ago and has since lived peaceably and harmlessly in society seems less guilty and his action more due to the law of inevitability, to someone who considers his action after twenty years have elapsed than to one who examined it the day after it was committed.
(1) The relation to the external world of the man who commits the deeds.
If we consider a man alone, apart from his relation to everything around him, each action of his seems to us free.
If we examine a man little dependent on external conditions, whose action was performed very recently, and the causes of whose action are beyond our ken, we get the conception of a minimum of inevitability and a maximum of freedom.
To conceive of a man being free we must imagine him outside space, which is evidently impossible.
But even if--imagining a man quite exempt from all influences, examining only his momentary action in the present, unevoked by any cause--we were to admit so infinitely small a remainder of inevitability as equaled zero, we should even then not have arrived at the conception of complete freedom in man, for a being uninfluenced by the external world, standing outside of time and independent of cause, is no longer a man.
In the same way we can never imagine the action of a man quite devoid of freedom and entirely subject to the law of inevitability.
But besides this, even if, admitting the remaining minimum of freedom to equal zero, we assumed in some given case--as for instance in that of a dying man, an unborn babe, or an idiot--complete absence of freedom, by so doing we should destroy the very conception of man in the case we are examining, for as soon as there is no freedom there is also no man.
And so the conception of the action of a man subject solely to the law of inevitability without any element of freedom is just as impossible as the conception of a man's completely free action.
Man's free will differs from every other force in that man is directly conscious of it, but in the eyes of reason it in no way differs from any other force.
I just thought it would be fun for the man to tell the wife this for once.
He thought it would be fun for the man to tell the woman.
After they retrieved their luggage, Señor Medena instructed a man to carry it to a white limousine.
Alex helped the man get the luggage into the trunk and then hurried to assist Carmen into the car before the man could touch her.
Someone knocked on the door and when she answered it, a man brought in their luggage.
The man sitting at the other end of the table was introduced to them as Morino el capataz - their foreman, Morino.
It was a strange thing for a man to say.
A tall young man tapped his shoulder and Alex surrendered her to the second dance of the evening.
Carmen turned and tipped her head back to look at the face of the man who towered over her.
What made a man so distrustful?
Not like I wanted to take him away from the man who had been a Dad to him.
She wouldn't have any trouble distracting a man, that's for sure.
The man lifted his hands gently from the trunk, and the rear wheels of the car lifted a few inches from the ground.
That ridge was the only thing that had kept her from plunging over the edge... that and the man who was now glaring at her.
He was unusually coordinated for such a large man, at least any she had seen up to now.
First I'd have to find a man before I could find a new one.
You mean I should try to cover up that which any man might find attractive.
They seem to know man isn't a threat until the engine is shut off.
A man of so many moods.
Was it her imagination, or was it the man who drove the black car?
As they blended in with the rest of the dancers, she glanced back at the table where the man sat.
All else aside, would she want to marry a man like Yancey – so moody and secretive?
She had been making out with a man who might be involved in drug trafficking.
And yet, the mail man always stopped – or was he simply turning around?
It was Yancey standing outside that shop, and with him were the man from the building and Allen.
If he was, that made twice she had been attracted by a man who was doing something illegal.
It was hard to believe this jovial man was the same angry man she had faced earlier that night.
Never in her life had she been so attracted to a man – so totally out of control in his presence.
Yancey strode across the room and opened the door, allowing the man in a black suit to enter.
The man came right to the point.
The man frowned and gave Yancey a stern look.
The man gave him a sharp look.
The man had taken a step or two across the glass roof before he noticed the presence of the strangers; but then he stopped abruptly.
"Look out!" cried Dorothy, who noticed that the beautiful man did not look where he was going; "be careful, or you'll fall off!"
The man with the star stood for a time quietly thinking over this speech.
The man with the star regarded her with his calm, expressionless eyes.
"Come to us, oh, Gwig!" called the man, in a loud voice.
"Will there be any more Rains?" asked the man with the star.
Just then a man came running into the hall and addressed the Prince after making a low bow.
Then a little man jumped out of the basket, took off his tall hat, and bowed very gracefully to the crowd of Mangaboos around him.
He was quite an old little man and his head was long and entirely bald.
The little man looked toward her and seemed as much surprised as she was.
Just then the man with the star came and stood before the Wizard.
"You ought to join one," declared the little man seriously.
"That does not sound especially pleasant," said the little man, looking at the one with the star uneasily.
He began making queer signs and passes toward the Wizard; but the little man did not watch him long.
The little man, having had a good sleep, felt rested and refreshed, and looking through the glass partition of the room he saw Zeb sitting up on his bench and yawning.
At once the Mangaboos began piling up the rocks of glass again, and as the little man realized that they were all about to be entombed in the mountain he said to the children:
"No," answered the little man, in a puzzled tone.
They now bade farewell to the kind but unseen people of the cottage, and after the man had called their attention to a high, pyramid-shaped mountain on the opposite side of the Valley, and told them how to travel in order to reach it, they again started upon their journey.
He was a very old man, bent nearly double; but the queerest thing about him was his white hair and beard.
"No place at all," answered the man with the braids; "that is, not recently.
"This," said the man, taking up a box and handling it gently, "contains twelve dozen rustles--enough to last any lady a year.
"I do not want money," returned the braided man, "for I could not spend it in this deserted place if I had it.
"You can ask Dorothy," said the little man, in an injured tone.
"I remember those shoes," said the little man, nodding.
The little man looked at her closely and then took both the maiden's hands in his and shook them cordially.
When a young man I ran away from home and joined a circus.
"Do so, my child," said the Minister; "and I hope that when you grow up you will become a wise man and a great orator."
He grew up to become a famous man and one of our greatest orators.
Benjamin Franklin lived to be a very old man, but he never forgot that lesson.
Among the watchers at Charlestown was a brave young man named Paul Revere.
It seemed as if every man in the country was after them.
If a man was obliged to go from one city to another, he often rode on horseback.
A farmer is as good as any other man; and where there's no room for a farmer, there can be no room for me.
A few days afterward the man came again.
The third time, the man brought a quail.
The door was opened by the man from Mr. Boyle's.
The lesson in manners was not forgotten; for, always after that, the man was very polite when he brought his presents.
And the Dean also took the hint; for he always remembered to give the man a "tip" for his trouble.
"I am the only man in the world who can paint a picture so true to life," he said.
"I have heard that you are the wisest man in the world," she said, "and surely this simple thing ought not to puzzle you."
"But," said he, "no man can rightly succeed without an education."
"Well, it is this way," answered the man: "I bought a piece of ground from this neighbor of mine, and paid him a fair price for it.
This man was a gardener.
We look at antique furniture today and say, "Man, they sure don't make stuff as good as they used to."
In the ancient world, man wanted guidance from the gods on what he should do.
Smith says that if one man tried to make pins by himself, he might make one per day.
So it always is--"man only is interesting to man."
One of the next arrivals was a stout, heavily built young man with close-cropped hair, spectacles, the light-colored breeches fashionable at that time, a very high ruffle, and a brown dress coat.
This stout young man was an illegitimate son of Count Bezukhov, a well-known grandee of Catherine's time who now lay dying in Moscow.
The vicomte was a nice-looking young man with soft features and polished manners, who evidently considered himself a celebrity but out of politeness modestly placed himself at the disposal of the circle in which he found himself.
The retired naval man was speaking very boldly, as was evident from the expression on the faces of the listeners and from the fact that some people Pierre knew as the meekest and quietest of men walked away disapprovingly or expressed disagreement with him.
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.
The naval officer spoke in a particularly sonorous, musical, and aristocratic baritone voice, pleasantly swallowing his r's and generally slurring his consonants: the voice of a man calling out to his servant, Heah!
This man, an ex-captain of police, was saying angrily:
'One man though undone is but one,' as the proverb says, but with thirteen in your family and all the property...
Soldiers were continually rushing backwards and forwards near it, and he saw two of them and a man in a frieze coat dragging burning beams into another yard across the street, while others carried bundles of hay.
The man in the frieze coat raised his arms and shouted:
Was the man capable of thinking of someone other than himself?
The man, or boy, couldn't have been more than twenty, yet his steps were as sure as the hands that whirled her around the room.
Alex was ten times the man Señor Medena would ever be.
Why would a good looking wealthy man move to the country, become a veterinarian and marry a country hick?
I said I'd take you and I'm a man of my word.
What did she know about this man... other than the fact that he had a volatile temperament?
He was a big man, in good condition.
Actually, she knew very little about the man with whom she had promised to spend the summer.
This was the same man who treated her so coldly earlier today, and she'd do best to keep that picture in her mind.
It looked like the envelope the man in the black car had given him.
You've got a good job as a middle man, but don't let it go to your head.
Suddenly a man appeared through a hole in the roof next to the one they were on and stepped into plain view.
The girl, greatly astonished, ran to lean over the edge of the roof, and saw the man walking rapidly through the air toward the ground.
The little man gave a bow to the silent throng that had watched him, and then the Prince said, in his cold, calm voice:
"No one built them," answered the man with the star.
Let's pick her while we have the chance, before the man with the star comes back.
"No," answered the little man, "you are quite right.
The little man felt carefully in his pocket and pulled out the tiny piglets, setting them upon the grass one by one, where they ran around and nibbled the tender blades.
"You cannot eat my piglets, even if you are starving," declared the little man, in a stern voice.
And this man was saying we were going to the moon in a rocket ship made of metals we hadn't even invented.
A middle-aged man, handsome and virile, in the uniform of a retired naval officer, was speaking in one of the rooms, and a small crowd was pressing round him.
He just turned twenty-one and he thinks he is a man now.
A man takes ownership of his deeds and acts responsibly.
Lisa stared after him; unsure which was more intriguing, the man or the path.
As he had once said, he was a man of his word and he made no more advances.
But in the corner, almost hidden from his fellows, one poor man was sitting who did not enjoy the singing.
She glanced around the room again and did a double take when she saw the man in a dark brown suit.