A black cloud seemed to cover the earth.
You seemed to be doing well enough on your own.
Señor Medena was watching Alex thoughtfully, but Alex seemed to be unaware of his attention.
Everything seemed clearer, as though she had come out of a fog.
That seemed unlikely, though.
After what seemed like a short wait, they boarded another plane.
Now it seemed more like a vacation.
I remember because you seemed so sincere.
No one now seemed to pay any attention to the strangers, so Dorothy and Zeb and the Wizard let the train pass on and then wandered by themselves into the vegetable gardens.
The little Princess seemed fresh and rosy and in good spirits.
Sometimes the way Alex looked at him when he was talking - times when he was actually listening to him - it seemed to her that he felt that close bond.
Here and there were groups of houses that seemed made of clear glass, because they sparkled so brightly.
Dorothy had a green streak through the center of her face where the blue and yellow lights came together, and her appearance seemed to add to his fright.
After what seemed like hours of traveling down trails that were little more than rockslides, Giddon stopped the ATV and shut off the engine.
Where was the sweet, gentle Brandon who never seemed to be upset by anything?
Neither of the children seemed concerned about the flight, though.
It seemed unlikely that Señor Medena would invite Tessa.
Alex seemed to be more comfortable around Morino than he was around his father's family.
Since his current office was directly across from their bedroom, it seemed a better place for babies that Alex said could be born early.
He seemed sincere, but it could have been an act.
Sarah and Giddon both seemed content with the arrangement, but she felt guilty about the money she earned... or didn't earn.
At times he seemed on the verge of revealing it to Adrienne, only to draw back into himself and avoid her for days.
The buggy seemed almost new, for it had a shiny top and side curtains.
Everything visible was made of wood, and the scene seemed stiff and extremely unnatural.
We lived a long way from any school for the blind or the deaf, and it seemed unlikely that any one would come to such an out-of-the-way place as Tuscumbia to teach a child who was both deaf and blind.
He had seemed amused by her modesty in the past, and yet it had obviously troubled him.
Alondra and Felipa were watching her intently, and even Señor Medena seemed to be interested in what their life was like at home.
It seemed like only a few seconds before the uncomfortable feeling became nausea.
What felt comfortable only moments ago now seemed bold and foolish.
Alex had invited her to look at his financial files any time she wanted, and yet it seemed an intrusion on his privacy.
It seemed like hours in the emergency room before the diagnosis.
Sleep seemed unlikely, but it must have happened shortly after her head hit the pillow.
It seemed like forever.
Yet he seemed so sincere.
Beside his problems, hers seemed trivial.
At first it seemed as though nothing was happening.
It couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but it seemed much longer.
It would have been humiliating if anyone had noticed, but no one seemed to pay much attention – probably because so many others were also drinking.
Strange, it had never seemed lonely here before.
Both he and his mother seemed well informed and intelligent.
Sarah asked the question with genuine interest.
You seemed to be enjoying it when I carried you across the creek.
He seemed oblivious to anyone else in the house as he carried her down the hallway to her room.
Somehow it seemed contrary to his character - any of them.
That seemed to be something new.
He seemed comfortable with his surroundings, which was surprising in itself.
So far, she seemed to be his best source of information, anyway.
Somehow it seemed such a small thing now.
Lisa seemed to fear him more than she did Giddon.
Still, admitting to any attraction seemed folly.
Something about her feet hitting the floor in the morning seemed to trigger her stomach.
Lately he had seemed discontented.
It seemed that she had barely dropped off to sleep, before someone was pounding on her door.
Sometimes she would stop crying for a while, and it seemed that she was gaining control.
You sure seemed like a willing participant for a while there.
She could count his ribs easily where they showed through the skin of his body, and his head was long and seemed altogether too big for him, as if it did not fit.
The little man looked toward her and seemed as much surprised as she was.
When Dorothy gently touched her nose and ears and lips they seemed to be well and delicately formed.
However, the Wizard went once more to his satchel--which seemed to contain a surprising variety of odds and ends--and brought out a spool of strong wire, by means of which they managed to fasten four of the wings to Jim's harness, two near his head and two near his tail.
The town seemed very still; but now and then he could hear the beating of a drum or the shouting of some soldier.
It seemed as if every man in the country was after them.
The slim, tall boy seemed to grow taller, as he answered, "I'll not be the servant of any Englishman that ever lived."
It seemed to Rostov that Bogdanich was only pretending not to notice him, and that his whole aim now was to test the cadet's courage, so he drew himself up and looked around him merrily; then it seemed to him that Bogdanich rode so near in order to show him his courage.
As soon as he closed his eyes his ears seemed filled with the rattle of the wheels and the sensation of victory.
He was always hearing such words as: "With your remarkable kindness," or, "With your excellent heart," "You are yourself so honorable Count," or, "Were he as clever as you," and so on, till he began sincerely to believe in his own exceptional kindness and extraordinary intelligence, the more so as in the depth of his heart it had always seemed to him that he really was very kind and intelligent.
The old princess sighed sadly as she offered some wine to the old lady next to her and glanced angrily at her daughter, and her sigh seemed to say: "Yes, there's nothing left for you and me but to sip sweet wine, my dear, now that the time has come for these young ones to be thus boldly, provocatively happy."
His looks and cold tone to his daughter seemed to say: There, you see?
He himself seemed aware that his demand was meaningless.
Carmen glanced around the table, but everyone seemed to be more amused than disturbed... everyone but Señor Medena.
It seemed like forever.
Yet he seemed so sincere.
Sometimes the way Alex looked at him when he was talking - times when he was actually listening to him - it seemed to her that he felt that close bond.
Brandon didn't act much different at the apartment, but he always seemed to end up in the chair beside her at the table.
They seemed to be falling right into the middle of a big city which had many tall buildings with glass domes and sharp-pointed spires.
"Oh, there is no need of that," said the voice, which from its gentle tones seemed to belong to a young girl.
On the river, however, the adventurers seemed to be perfectly safe.
But the noise and clatter seemed as dreadful to them as Jim's heels, for all who were able swiftly turned and flew away to a great distance.
There seemed to be no way to escape the anger of this furious man.
But he threw it upon his shoulders and seemed well satisfied.
A few said that there was one man in their neighborhood who seemed to have had some sort of good luck.
He seemed to feel quite well and strong.
As he came out of the forest he saw a little boy by the roadside, who seemed to be watching for some one.
All the men seemed amused when they saw the boy, and as they rode up, they greeted the king by taking off their hats.
By the midpoint of the twentieth century, America's dreamers were preoccupied with the future—and not just any old future, but the great and glorious future that seemed inevitable.
It seemed as if no one saw that coming because, frankly, no one could conceive of it happening.
When the conquest of the city seemed inevitable, a great "brain drain" of scholars, artists, teachers, theologians, and the wealthy emigrated to Western Europe, especially to Italy.
Sometimes they became infected with other illnesses, and variolation seemed to start entirely new epidemics.
Then along came the Industrial Revolution, and I am sure it all seemed very foreign.
I had not heard anyone predict even the possibility of these two events before they came upon us, in what seemed the blink of an eye.
All this seemed perfectly normal.
Oddly, it still seemed reasonable even as we coasted through three red lights to get home.
It also seemed perfectly reasonable to take the 1962 Nash Metropolitan for a spin around the block, even though it didn't have brakes either.
One day something happened which seemed to me to be adding insult to injury.
I pointed this out to everybody with provoking persistency, but no one seemed equal to the task of providing the doll with eyes.
It seemed as if the spirit of spring had passed through the summer-house.
Its delicate blossoms shrank from the slightest earthly touch; it seemed as if a tree of paradise had been transplanted to earth.
It seemed to me that there could be nothing more beautiful than the sun, whose warmth makes all things grow.
Even when I studied most earnestly it seemed more like play than work.
The illustrative strings and the orange stick representing the poles seemed so real that even to this day the mere mention of temperate zone suggests a series of twine circles; and I believe that if any one should set about it he could convince me that white bears actually climb the North Pole.
The waves seemed to be playing a game with me, and tossed me from one to another in their wild frolic.
The earth seemed benumbed by his icy touch, and the very spirits of the trees had withdrawn to their roots, and there, curled up in the dark, lay fast asleep.
All life seemed to have ebbed away, and even when the sun shone the day was
At first Mr. Anagnos, though deeply troubled, seemed to believe me.
It seemed like the "Arabian Nights," it was crammed so full of novelty and interest.
My mind stirred with the stirring times, and the characters round which the life of two contending nations centred seemed to move right before me.
The lecture-halls seemed filled with the spirit of the great and the wise, and I thought the professors were the embodiment of wisdom.
As we hastened through the long grass toward the hammock, the grasshoppers swarmed about us and fastened themselves on our clothes, and I remember that my teacher insisted upon picking them all off before we sat down, which seemed to me an unnecessary waste of time.
I felt vaguely that they could not be good even if they wished to, because no one seemed willing to help them or to give them a fair chance.
Our little boat confronted the gale fearlessly; with sails spread and ropes taut, she seemed to sit upon the wind.
I have met people so empty of joy, that when I clasped their frosty finger tips, it seemed as if I were shaking hands with a northeast storm.
Already she began to see quite plainly the little elves in their tall pointed hats, dancing down the dusky alleys, and peeping from between the bushes, and they seemed to come nearer and nearer; and she stretched her hands up towards the tree in which the doll sat and they laughed, and pointed their fingers at her.
It does great credit, not only to you, but to your instructors, who have so broken down the walls that seemed to shut you in that now your outlook seems more bright and cheerful than that of many seeing and hearing children.
Yesterday I thought for the first time what a beautiful thing motion was, and it seemed to me that everything was trying to get near to God, does it seem that way to you?
At the time this trouble seemed very grave and brought them much unhappiness.
A lady seemed surprised that I loved flowers when I could not see their beautiful colors, and when I assured her I did love them, she said, "no doubt you feel the colors with your fingers."
It seemed as if it were some living thing rushing on to some terrible fate.
Nearly all of the exhibitors seemed perfectly willing to let me touch the most delicate things, and they were very nice about explaining everything to me.
The play seemed so real, we almost forgot where we were, and believed we were watching the genuine scenes as they were acted so long ago.
It seemed to show spontaneity and great sweetness of character.
Her arguments seemed so wise and practical, that I could not but yield.
Miss Irwin seemed to have no objection to this proposal, and kindly offered to see the professors and find out if they would give me lessons.
Then she went all round the table to see who was there, and finding no one but me, she seemed bewildered.
She called my attention to the new arrangement, and when I did not object she seemed pleased and patted herself.
The word coming so close upon the sensation of cold water rushing over her hand seemed to startle her.
When asked the colour of some one whose occupation she did not know she seemed bewildered, and finally said "blue."
On another occasion while walking with me she seemed conscious of the presence of her brother, although we were distant from him.
She seemed to think at first that the children all belonged to the visiting ministers; but soon she recognized some little friends among them, and I told her the ministers didn't bring their children with them.
Almost every one on the train was a physician, and Dr. Keller seemed to know them all.
Her happiness impressed all; nobody seemed to pity her.
It seemed all so mechanical and difficult, my heart ached for the poor little children.
In my account of Helen last year, I mentioned several instances where she seemed to have called into use an inexplicable mental faculty; but it now seems to me, after carefully considering the matter, that this power may be explained by her perfect familiarity with the muscular variations of those with whom she comes into contact, caused by their emotions.
She examined one stone after another, and seemed pleased when she could decipher a name.
When she read, "Do not let the cat get the mouse!" she recognized the negation in the sentence, and seemed to know that the cat must not get the mouse.
At this moment another thought seemed to flash through her mind, and she added, "But Mr. Anagnos did not speak to my soul."
As I had never heard it, I inquired of several of my friends if they recalled the words; no one seemed to remember it.
She could not keep back her tears, and the chief cause of her pain seemed to be the fear lest people should doubt her truthfulness.
Everything I touched seemed to quiver with life.
I knew, too, it was immense! awful! and for a moment some of the sunshine seemed to have gone out of the day.
At times Miss Keller seemed to lack flexibility, her thoughts ran in set phrases which she seemed to have no power to revise or turn over in new ways.
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.
I shall never forget how the fury of battle throbbed in my veins--it seemed as if the tumultuous beating of my heart would stop my breath.
Its warm touch seemed so like a human caress, I really thought it was a sentient being, capable of loving and protecting me.
Suddenly I felt my bed shake, and a wolf seemed to spring on me and snarl in my face.
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.
The very dew seemed to hang upon the trees later into the day than usual, as on the sides of mountains.
They seemed glad to get out themselves, and as if unwilling to be brought in.
But I was at the same time conscious of a slight insanity in my mood, and seemed to foresee my recovery.
Vice and disease, which cast such a sombre moral hue over the world, seemed to have hardly any existence for him.
It seemed that from such a basis of truth and frankness as the poor weak-headed pauper had laid, our intercourse might go forward to something better than the intercourse of sages.
Girls and boys and young women generally seemed glad to be in the woods.
In such transparent and seemingly bottomless water, reflecting the clouds, I seemed to be floating through the air as in a balloon, and their swimming impressed me as a kind of flight or hovering, as if they were a compact flock of birds passing just beneath my level on the right or left, their fins, like sails, set all around them.
But after an hour he seemed as fresh as ever, dived as willingly, and swam yet farther than at first.
My dwelling was small, and I could hardly entertain an echo in it; but it seemed larger for being a single apartment and remote from neighbors.
Whichever way we turned, it seemed that the heavens and the earth had met together, since he enhanced the beauty of the landscape.
They seemed to me to be rudimental, burrowing men, still standing on their defence, awaiting their transformation.
The snow lying deep on the earth dotted with young pines, and the very slope of the hill on which my house is placed, seemed to say, Forward!
Thus it seemed that this one hillside illustrated the principle of all the operations of Nature.
The Merlin it seemed to me it might be called: but I care not for its name.
The tenant of the air, it seemed related to the earth but by an egg hatched some time in the crevice of a crag;--or was its native nest made in the angle of a cloud, woven of the rainbow's trimmings and the sunset sky, and lined with some soft midsummer haze caught up from earth?
Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several more lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one.
I did not for a moment feel confined, and the walls seemed a great waste of stone and mortar.
It seemed to me that I never had heard the town-clock strike before, nor the evening sounds of the village; for we slept with the windows open, which were inside the grating.
As is always the case with a thoroughly attractive woman, her defect--the shortness of her upper lip and her half-open mouth--seemed to be her own special and peculiar form of beauty.
Here the conversation seemed interesting and he stood waiting for an opportunity to express his own views, as young people are fond of doing.
His eyes, nose, and mouth all seemed puckered into a vacant, wearied grimace, and his arms and legs always fell into unnatural positions.
He seemed unable to bear the sight of tears and was ready to cry himself.
Every muscle of his thin face was now quivering with nervous excitement; his eyes, in which the fire of life had seemed extinguished, now flashed with brilliant light.
It was evident that the more lifeless he seemed at ordinary times, the more impassioned he became in these moments of almost morbid irritation.
It was light enough to see a long way in the deserted street and it seemed more like morning or evening than night.
It seemed to him that more than half an hour had elapsed.
You see... was all Natasha managed to utter (to her everything seemed funny).
The little kitten, feasting her eyes on him, seemed ready at any moment to start her gambols again and display her kittenish nature.
"Yes, they are splendid, splendid youngsters," chimed in the count, who always solved questions that seemed to him perplexing by deciding that everything was splendid.
She seemed that day to be more than ever kind and affectionate to everyone.
He seemed to be condescending to his companion.
The countess in turn, without omitting her duties as hostess, threw significant glances from behind the pineapples at her husband whose face and bald head seemed by their redness to contrast more than usual with his gray hair.
The little kitten brightened, its eyes shone, and it seemed ready to lift its tail, jump down on its soft paws, and begin playing with the ball of worsted as a kitten should.
She rose and smoothed her hair, which was as usual so extremely smooth that it seemed to be made of one piece with her head and covered with varnish.
His eyes too seemed strange; at one moment they looked impudently sly and at the next glanced round in alarm.
He seemed to have grown thinner since the morning; his eyes seemed larger than usual when he glanced round and noticed Pierre.
"If you do not understand these sentiments," he seemed to be saying, "so much the worse for you!"
This lasted about two minutes, which to Pierre seemed an hour.
He always seemed to me to have an excellent heart, and that is the quality I value most in people.
She was silent and seemed confused.
He seized his son by the hand with small bony fingers, shook it, looked straight into his son's face with keen eyes which seemed to see through him, and again laughed his frigid laugh.
Looking at their boots he several times shook his head sadly, pointing them out to the Austrian general with an expression which seemed to say that he was not blaming anyone, but could not help noticing what a bad state of things it was.
There they all seemed to be Poles--all under the Russian crown--but here they're all regular Germans.
And Kutuzov smiled in a way that seemed to say, You are quite at liberty not to believe me and I don't even care whether you do or not, but you have no grounds for telling me so.
But Kutuzov went on blandly smiling with the same expression, which seemed to say that he had a right to suppose so.
All the blood which had seemed congested somewhere below his throat rushed to his face and eyes.
The lieutenant was looking about in his usual way and suddenly seemed to grow very merry.
It was a German cart with a pair of horses led by a German, and seemed loaded with a whole houseful of effects.
The whole tenor of his thoughts instantaneously changed; the battle seemed the memory of a remote event long past.
Before the conversation began Prince Andrew was struck by the fact that the Emperor seemed confused and blushed as if not knowing what to say.
"It's not treachery nor rascality nor stupidity: it is just as at Ulm... it is..."--he seemed to be trying to find the right expression.
On all sides they saw rain-soaked officers with dejected faces who seemed to be seeking something, and soldiers dragging doors, benches, and fencing from the village.
Ouh! ouh! came peals of such healthy and good-humored laughter from the soldiers that it infected the French involuntarily, so much so that the only thing left to do seemed to be to unload the muskets, explode the ammunition, and all return home as quickly as possible.
"No, friend," said a pleasant and, as it seemed to Prince Andrew, a familiar voice, "what I say is that if it were possible to know what is beyond death, none of us would be afraid of it.
The ground seemed to groan at the terrible impact.
He seemed to swell with satisfaction.
It seemed to Prince Andrew that the officer's remark was just and that really no answer could be made to it.
A morose soldier marching on the left turned his eyes on Bagration as he shouted, with an expression that seemed to say: "We know that ourselves!"
Suddenly something like a birch broom seemed to sweep over the squadron.
He remembered his mother's love for him, and his family's, and his friends', and the enemy's intention to kill him seemed impossible.
It seemed to him that it was a very long time ago, almost a day, since he had first seen the enemy and fired the first shot, and that the corner of the field he stood on was well-known and familiar ground.
The French swarming round their guns seemed to him like ants.
The sound of musketry at the foot of the hill, now diminishing, now increasing, seemed like someone's breathing.
In the darkness, it seemed as though a gloomy unseen river was flowing always in one direction, humming with whispers and talk and the sound of hoofs and wheels.
The gloom that enveloped the army was filled with their groans, which seemed to melt into one with the darkness of the night.
He kept closing his eyes and then again looking at the fire, which seemed to him dazzlingly red, and at the feeble, round-shouldered figure of Tushin who was sitting cross-legged like a Turk beside him.
The general had so wished to do this and was so sorry he had not managed to do it that it seemed to him as if it had really happened.
It seemed so natural to Pierre that everyone should like him, and it would have seemed so unnatural had anyone disliked him, that he could not but believe in the sincerity of those around him.
Formerly in Anna Pavlovna's presence, Pierre had always felt that what he was saying was out of place, tactless and unsuitable, that remarks which seemed to him clever while they formed in his mind became foolish as soon as he uttered them, while on the contrary Hippolyte's stupidest remarks came out clever and apt.
The old aunt received the two young people in her corner, but seemed desirous of hiding her adoration for Helene and inclined rather to show her fear of Anna Pavlovna.
Helene seemed to say.
It seemed to him that everyone knew what had happened to him as he knew it himself.
Why did this thought never occur to me before? and again he told himself that it was impossible, that there would be something unnatural, and as it seemed to him dishonorable, in this marriage.
To each of them he made some careless and agreeable remark except to Pierre and Helene, whose presence he seemed not to notice.
At the head of the table, where the honored guests sat, everyone seemed to be in high spirits and under the influence of a variety of exciting sensations.
But much as all the rest laughed, talked, and joked, much as they enjoyed their Rhine wine, saute, and ices, and however they avoided looking at the young couple, and heedless and unobservant as they seemed of them, one could feel by the occasional glances they gave that the story about Sergey Kuzmich, the laughter, and the food were all a pretense, and that the whole attention of that company was directed to-- Pierre and Helene.
It seemed as if the very light of the candles was focused on those two happy faces alone.
It seemed to Pierre that even the prince was disconcerted.
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."
He closed his eyes and seemed to be dozing.
His plate seemed to him not quite clean, and pointing to a spot he flung it away.
"If anyone finds this silence inconvenient, let him talk, but I don't want to," he seemed to say.
Life without Princess Mary, little as he seemed to value her, was unthinkable to him.
He seemed to listen attentively to what Prince Vasili said, but kept glancing at Princess Mary.
He seemed to her kind, brave, determined, manly, and magnanimous.
She feared to look round, it seemed to her that someone was there standing behind the screen in the dark corner.
Anatole's face seemed to say.
How strange, how extraordinary, how joyful it seemed, that her son, the scarcely perceptible motion of whose tiny limbs she had felt twenty years ago within her, that son about whom she used to have quarrels with the too indulgent count, that son who had first learned to say "pear" and then "granny," that this son should now be away in a foreign land amid strange surroundings, a manly warrior doing some kind of man's work of his own, without help or guidance.
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.
Glancing, however, at Boris, he saw that he too seemed ashamed of the hussar of the line.
It seemed as though not the trumpeters were playing, but as if the army itself, rejoicing at the Emperors' approach, had naturally burst into music.
Till the Tsar reached it, each regiment in its silence and immobility seemed like a lifeless body, but as soon as he came up it became alive, its thunder joining the roar of the whole line along which he had already passed.
Every trait and every movement of the Tsar's seemed to him enchanting.
The day after the review, Boris, in his best uniform and with his comrade Berg's best wishes for success, rode to Olmutz to see Bolkonski, wishing to profit by his friendliness and obtain for himself the best post he could--preferably that of adjutant to some important personage, a position in the army which seemed to him most attractive.
If not as 'Consul' and of course not as 'Emperor,' it seemed to me it should be to 'General Bonaparte.'
The generals seemed to listen reluctantly to the difficult dispositions.
It seemed to him that it was getting lighter.
To the left he saw a sloping descent lit up, and facing it a black knoll that seemed as steep as a wall.
All at once it seemed to him that he was being fired at.
He gazed silently at the hills which seemed to rise out of the sea of mist and on which the Russian troops were moving in the distance, and he listened to the sounds of firing in the valley.
That morning Kutuzov seemed worn and irritable.
At the Olmutz review he had seemed more majestic; here he seemed brighter and more energetic.
"Old though he may be, he should not, he certainly should not, speak like that," their glances seemed to say.
But Kutuzov, with respectfully bowed head, seemed also to be waiting.
It seemed to him as though one of the soldiers near him hit him on the head with the full swing of a bludgeon.
He could see puffs of musketry smoke that seemed to chase one another down the hillsides, and clouds of cannon smoke rolling, spreading, and mingling with one another.
The wounded crept together in twos and threes and one could hear their distressing screams and groans, sometimes feigned--or so it seemed to Rostov.
One with a white plume in his hat seemed familiar to Rostov; the other on a beautiful chestnut horse (which Rostov fancied he had seen before) rode up to the ditch, struck his horse with his spurs, and giving it the rein leaped lightly over.
The rider, whose figure seemed familiar to Rostov and involuntarily riveted his attention, made a gesture of refusal with his head and hand and by that gesture Rostov instantly recognized his lamented and adored monarch.
He knew it was Napoleon--his hero--but at that moment Napoleon seemed to him such a small, insignificant creature compared with what was passing now between himself and that lofty infinite sky with the clouds flying over it.
At that moment it meant nothing to him who might be standing over him, or what was said of him; he was only glad that people were standing near him and only wished that they would help him and bring him back to life, which seemed to him so beautiful now that he had today learned to understand it so differently.
It seemed to him the horses were not moving at all.
Rostov, rubbing his eyes that seemed glued together, raised his disheveled head from the hot pillow.
Today, when he had caught a glimpse of her, she seemed still more lovely.
Someone obligingly took the dish from Bagration (or he would, it seemed, have held it till evening and have gone in to dinner with it) and drew his attention to the verses.
Bagration seemed to say, and, fixing his weary eyes on the paper, began to read them with a fixed and serious expression.
He seemed to see and hear nothing of what was going on around him and to be absorbed by some depressing and unsolved problem.
Dolokhov, Denisov, and Rostov were now sitting opposite Pierre and seemed very gay.
Still lower, beyond the turn of the staircase, one could hear the footstep of someone in thick felt boots, and a voice that seemed familiar to Princess Mary was saying something.
Help me! her look seemed to say.
"Ah, what have you done to me?" it still seemed to say, and Prince Andrew felt that something gave way in his soul and that he was guilty of a sin he could neither remedy nor forget.
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?"
Little as Nicholas had occupied himself with Sonya of late, something seemed to give way within him at this news.
With scarcely any exceptions they all were, or seemed to be, pretty--so rapturous were their smiles and so sparkling their eyes.
First he spun her round, holding her now with his left, now with his right hand, then falling on one knee he twirled her round him, and again jumping up, dashed so impetuously forward that it seemed as if he would rush through the whole suite of rooms without drawing breath, and then he suddenly stopped and performed some new and unexpected steps.
At that moment his home life, jokes with Petya, talks with Sonya, duets with Natasha, piquet with his father, and even his comfortable bed in the house on the Povarskaya rose before him with such vividness, clearness, and charm that it seemed as if it were all a lost and unappreciated bliss, long past.
Sonya's eyes fixed on him seemed to ask.
"Yes, that's me!" she seemed to say, answering the rapt gaze with which Denisov followed her.
Everything within and around him seemed confused, senseless, and repellent.
The stranger sat without stirring, either resting or, as it seemed to Pierre, sunk in profound and calm meditation.
He seemed to emphasize the last word, as if to say--Yes, misfortune!
The five minutes spent with his eyes bandaged seemed to him an hour.
His arms felt numb, his legs almost gave way, it seemed to him that he was tired out.
A skull, a coffin, the Gospel--it seemed to him that he had expected all this and even more.
While the Grand Master said these last words it seemed to Pierre that he grew embarrassed.
She asked him several questions about his journey and seemed greatly interested in the state of the Prussian army.
Anna Pavlovna waited for him to go on, but as he seemed quite decided to say no more she began to tell of how at Potsdam the impious Bonaparte had stolen the sword of Frederick the Great.
It seemed as if from some words Boris had spoken that evening about the Prussian army, Helene had suddenly found it necessary to see him.
She seemed to promise to explain that necessity to him when he came on Tuesday.
Mademoiselle Bourienne, too, seemed passionately fond of the boy, and Princess Mary often deprived herself to give her friend the pleasure of dandling the little angel--as she called her nephew--and playing with him.
The old prince and his son seemed to have changed roles since the campaign of 1805.
"My dear," he heard what seemed to him her despairing whisper behind him.
The estates he had not before visited were each more picturesque than the other; the serfs everywhere seemed thriving and touchingly grateful for the benefits conferred on them.
She looked at him with her beautiful radiant eyes and seemed to say, "I like you very much, but please don't laugh at my people."
He seemed to try to forget that old life and was only interested in the affair with the commissariat officers.
His eyes, looking serenely and steadily at Rostov, seemed to be veiled by something, as if screened by blue spectacles of conventionality.
So it seemed to Rostov.
The looks the visitors cast on him seemed to say: "And what is he sitting here for?"
That way we shall be saying there is no God--nothing! shouted Nicholas, banging the table--very little to the point as it seemed to his listeners, but quite relevantly to the course of his own thoughts.
"Spring, love, happiness!" this oak seemed to say.
It now seemed clear to him that all his experience of life must be senselessly wasted unless he applied it to some kind of work and again played an active part in life.
He did not even remember how formerly, on the strength of similar wretched logical arguments, it had seemed obvious that he would be degrading himself if he now, after the lessons he had had in life, allowed himself to believe in the possibility of being useful and in the possibility of happiness or love.
Everything seemed so simple and clear in Speranski's exposition that Prince Andrew involuntarily agreed with him about everything.
It was evident that the thought could never occur to him which to Prince Andrew seemed so natural, namely, that it is after all impossible to express all one thinks; and that he had never felt the doubt, "Is not all I think and believe nonsense?"
The Petersburg Freemasons all came to see him, tried to ingratiate themselves with him, and it seemed to them all that he was preparing something for them and concealing it.
Even those members who seemed to be on his side understood him in their own way with limitations and alterations he could not agree to, as what he always wanted most was to convey his thought to others just as he himself understood it.
Nothing in life seemed to him of much importance, and under the influence of the depression that possessed him he valued neither his liberty nor his resolution to punish his wife.
It seemed to me that his object in entering the Brotherhood was merely to be intimate and in favor with members of our lodge.
It seemed as if I chattered incessantly with other people and suddenly remembered that this could not please him, and I wished to come close to him and embrace him.
Then it seemed that we all left the room and something strange happened.
I seemed to know at once that the process of regeneration had already taken place in him, and I rushed to meet him.
And I seemed to know that this maiden was nothing else than a representation of the Song of Songs.
Anna Mikhaylovna also had of late visited them less frequently, seemed to hold herself with particular dignity, and always spoke rapturously and gratefully of the merits of her son and the brilliant career on which he had entered.
It seemed to him that he ought to have an explanation with Natasha and tell her that the old times must be forgotten, that in spite of everything... she could not be his wife, that he had no means, and they would never let her marry him.
It seemed to her mother and Sonya that Natasha was in love with Boris as of old.
In her behavior to her mother Natasha seemed rough, but she was so sensitive and tactful that however she clasped her mother she always managed to do it without hurting her or making her feel uncomfortable or displeased.
Speak! said she, turning to her mother, who was tenderly gazing at her daughter and in that contemplation seemed to have forgotten all she had wished to say.
One person, better dressed than the rest, seemed to know everyone and mentioned by name the greatest dignitaries of the day.
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.
This family gathering seemed humiliating to Natasha--as if there were nowhere else for the family to talk but here at the ball.
It seemed to him that this was not Speranski but someone else.
At dinner the conversation did not cease for a moment and seemed to consist of the contents of a book of funny anecdotes.
It seemed that in this company the insignificance of those people was so definitely accepted that the only possible attitude toward them was one of good humored ridicule.
But their gaiety seemed to Prince Andrew mirthless and tiresome.
They all seemed very gay.
And that gesture, too, seemed unnatural to Prince Andrew.
The whole family, whom he had formerly judged severely, now seemed to him to consist of excellent, simple, and kindly people.
It seemed to Natasha that even at the time she first saw Prince Andrew at Otradnoe she had fallen in love with him.
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.
He tried equally to avoid thinking about his wife, and about Natasha and Prince Andrew; and again everything seemed to him insignificant in comparison with eternity; again the question: for what? presented itself; and he forced himself to work day and night at masonic labors, hoping to drive away the evil spirit that threatened him.
Prince Andrew seemed, and really was, quite a different, quite a new man.
The brighter Prince Andrew's lot appeared to him, the gloomier seemed his own.
It seemed to her that everybody knew about her disappointment and was laughing at her and pitying her.
"There, that's me!" the expression of her face seemed to say as she caught sight of herself.
He is asking for your hand, said the countess, coldly it seemed to Natasha.
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.
Pierre seemed disconcerted and embarrassed.
It always seemed to him that there was something not quite right about this intended marriage.
"Can you resist it?" those eyes seemed to be asking.
It seemed to Daniel irksome and improper to be in a room at all, but to have anything to do with a young lady seemed to him impossible.
His voice seemed to fill the whole wood and carried far beyond out into the open field.
But when it is, then look out! his appearance seemed to Nicholas to be saying.
Just as "Uncle's" pickled mushrooms, honey, and cherry brandy had seemed to her the best in the world, so also that song, at that moment, seemed to her the acme of musical delight.
These were all their own people who had settled down in the house almost as members of the family, or persons who were, it seemed, obliged to live in the count's house.
She seemed to be trying whether any of them would get angry or sulky with her; but the serfs fulfilled no one's orders so readily as they did hers.
Natasha glanced at her and at the crack in the pantry door, and it seemed to her that she remembered the light falling through that crack once before and Sonya passing with a glass in her hand.
It seemed to him that it was only today, thanks to that burnt-cork mustache, that he had fully learned to know her.
Firmly resolved, after putting his affairs in order in the regiment, to retire from the army and return and marry Sonya, Nicholas, serious, sorrowful, and at variance with his parents, but, as it seemed to him, passionately in love, left at the beginning of January to rejoin his regiment.
Her letters to him, far from giving her any comfort, seemed to her a wearisome and artificial obligation.
And this life suddenly seemed to Pierre unexpectedly loathsome.
Princess Mary seemed even quieter and more diffident than usual.
She held herself as erect, told everyone her opinion as candidly, loudly, and bluntly as ever, and her whole bearing seemed a reproach to others for any weakness, passion, or temptation--the possibility of which she did not admit.
Natasha remained silent, from shyness Marya Dmitrievna supposed, but really because she disliked anyone interfering in what touched her love of Prince Andrew, which seemed to her so apart from all human affairs that no one could understand it.
She had decided to receive them, but feared lest the prince might at any moment indulge in some freak, as he seemed much upset by the Rostovs' visit.
After her life in the country, and in her present serious mood, all this seemed grotesque and amazing to Natasha.
In the state of intoxication she was in, everything seemed simple and natural.
Almost smiling, he gazed straight into her eyes with such an enraptured caressing look that it seemed strange to be so near him, to look at him like that, to be so sure he admired her, and not to be acquainted with him.
All that was going on before her now seemed quite natural, but on the other hand all her previous thoughts of her betrothed, of Princess Mary, or of life in the country did not once recur to her mind and were as if belonging to a remote past.
Everything seemed dark, obscure and terrible.
To the family Natasha seemed livelier than usual, but she was far less tranquil and happy than before.
And again, under Helene's influence, what had seemed terrible now seemed simple and natural.
Natasha, animated and excited, looked about her with wide-open frightened eyes and seemed merrier than usual.
At that moment this all seemed quite easy, simple, and clear to Natasha.
To tell Marya Dmitrievna who had such faith in Natasha seemed to Sonya terrible.
Pierre met the old count, who seemed nervous and upset.
It seemed to him essential to see Natasha.
It seemed to Pierre that it was his duty to conceal the whole affair and re-establish Natasha's reputation.
He seemed in better spirits than usual and awaited his son with great impatience.
The old man seemed livelier than usual.
"We won't speak of it any more, my dear," said Pierre, and his gentle, cordial tone suddenly seemed very strange to Natasha.
All men seemed so pitiful, so poor, in comparison with this feeling of tenderness and love he experienced: in comparison with that softened, grateful, last look she had given him through her tears.
It seemed to Pierre that this comet fully responded to what was passing in his own softened and uplifted soul, now blossoming into a new life.
We can understand that the matter seemed like that to contemporaries.
It naturally seemed to Napoleon that the war was caused by England's intrigues (as in fact he said on the island of St. Helena).
The actions of Napoleon and Alexander, on whose words the event seemed to hang, were as little voluntary as the actions of any soldier who was drawn into the campaign by lot or by conscription.
Before leaving, Napoleon showed favor to the emperor, kings, and princes who had deserved it, reprimanded the kings and princes with whom he was dissatisfied, presented pearls and diamonds of his own--that is, which he had taken from other kings--to the Empress of Austria, and having, as his historian tells us, tenderly embraced the Empress Marie Louise--who regarded him as her husband, though he had left another wife in Paris--left her grieved by the parting which she seemed hardly able to bear.
All the efforts of those who surrounded the sovereign seemed directed merely to making him spend his time pleasantly and forget that war was impending.
It seemed to Boris that it gave the Emperor pleasure to utter these words.
Nothing outside himself had any significance for him, because everything in the world, it seemed to him, depended entirely on his will.
Balashev noticed that his left leg was quivering faster than before and his face seemed petrified in its stern expression.
"If there is a point we don't see it, or it is not at all witty," their expressions seemed to say.
It seemed to him that he was surrounded by men who adored him: and he felt convinced that, after his dinner, Balashev too was his friend and worshiper.
Kutuzov, who was already weary of Bolkonski's activity which seemed to reproach his own idleness, very readily let him go and gave him a mission to Barclay de Tolly.
"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!
At first sight, Pfuel, in his ill-made uniform of a Russian general, which fitted him badly like a fancy costume, seemed familiar to Prince Andrew, though he saw him now for the first time.
Pfuel alone seemed to consider Napoleon a barbarian like everyone else who opposed his theory.
Laughter and singing in particular seemed to her like a blasphemy, in face of her sorrow.
But she was not even grateful to him for it; nothing good on Pierre's part seemed to her to be an effort, it seemed so natural for him to be kind to everyone that there was no merit in his kindness.
After those involuntary words--that if he were free he would have asked on his knees for her hand and her love--uttered at a moment when she was so strongly agitated, Pierre never spoke to Natasha of his feelings; and it seemed plain to her that those words, which had then so comforted her, were spoken as all sorts of meaningless words are spoken to comfort a crying child.
It always seemed to her that everyone who looked at her was thinking only of what had happened to her.
And it seemed to her that God heard her prayer.
From the day when Pierre, after leaving the Rostovs' with Natasha's grateful look fresh in his mind, had gazed at the comet that seemed to be fixed in the sky and felt that something new was appearing on his own horizon--from that day the problem of the vanity and uselessness of all earthly things, that had incessantly tormented him, no longer presented itself.
She feared for her brother who was in it, was horrified by and amazed at the strange cruelty that impels men to kill one another, but she did not understand the significance of this war, which seemed to her like all previous wars.
Only they could fail to see it, the prince continued, evidently thinking of the campaign of 1807 which seemed to him so recent.
Every place seemed unsatisfactory, but worst of all was his customary couch in the study.
What had really taken place he did not wish to relate because it seemed to him not worth telling.
Several times she listened at the door, and it seemed to her that his mutterings were louder than usual and that they turned him over oftener.
He seemed altogether so thin, small, and pathetic.
His face seemed to have shriveled or melted; his features had grown smaller.
Unconsciously imitating her father, she now tried to express herself as he did, as much as possible by signs, and her tongue too seemed to move with difficulty.
So at least it seemed to Princess Mary.
It seemed that no horses could be had even for the carriages, much less for the carting.
The demands of life, which had seemed to her annihilated by her father's death, all at once rose before her with a new, previously unknown force and took possession of her.
She thought only of one thing, her sorrow, which, after the break caused by cares for the present, seemed already to belong to the past.
And these pictures presented themselves to her so clearly and in such detail that they seemed now present, now past, and now future.
His plan seemed decidedly a good one, especially from the strength of conviction with which he spoke.
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.
In the crowd people began talking loudly, to stifle their feelings of pity as it seemed to Pierre.
The doctor seemed tired and in a hurry.
The faces all expressed animation and apprehension, but it seemed to Pierre that the cause of the excitement shown in some of these faces lay chiefly in questions of personal success; his mind, however, was occupied by the different expression he saw on other faces--an expression that spoke not of personal matters but of the universal questions of life and death.
Here, at the extreme left flank, Bennigsen talked a great deal and with much heat, and, as it seemed to Pierre, gave orders of great military importance.
Narrow and burdensome and useless to anyone as his life now seemed to him, Prince Andrew on the eve of battle felt agitated and irritable as he had done seven years before at Austerlitz.
There they are, those rudely painted figures that once seemed splendid and mysterious.
Glory, the good of society, love of a woman, the Fatherland itself--how important these pictures appeared to me, with what profound meaning they seemed to be filled!
And the birches with their light and shade, the curly clouds, the smoke of the campfires, and all that was around him changed and seemed terrible and menacing.
The question that had perturbed Pierre on the Mozhaysk hill and all that day now seemed to him quite clear and completely solved.
"I not only understood her, but it was just that inner, spiritual force, that sincerity, that frankness of soul-- that very soul of hers which seemed to be fettered by her body--it was that soul I loved in her... loved so strongly and happily..." and suddenly he remembered how his love had ended.
Another valet, with his finger over the mouth of a bottle, was sprinkling Eau de Cologne on the Emperor's pampered body with an expression which seemed to say that he alone knew where and how much Eau de Cologne should be sprinkled.
Though it was not clear what the artist meant to express by depicting the so-called King of Rome spiking the earth with a stick, the allegory apparently seemed to Napoleon, as it had done to all who had seen it in Paris, quite clear and very pleasing.
His eyes grew dim, he moved forward, glanced round at a chair (which seemed to place itself under him), and sat down on it before the portrait.
It only seemed to Napoleon that it all took place by his will.
And all this moved, or seemed to move, as the smoke and mist spread out over the whole space.
It seemed as if those smoke clouds sometimes ran and sometimes stood still while woods, fields, and glittering bayonets ran past them.
They were all looking at the field of battle as he was, and, as it seemed to him, with the same feelings.
They seemed not to have expected him to talk like anybody else, and the discovery that he did so delighted them.
But the men in the battery seemed not to notice this, and merry voices and jokes were heard on all sides.
On the right of the battery soldiers shouting "Hurrah!" were running not forwards but backwards, it seemed to Pierre.
He could not stop what was going on before him and around him and was supposed to be directed by him and to depend on him, and from its lack of success this affair, for the first time, seemed to him unnecessary and horrible.
All seemed fully absorbed in these pursuits.
All he saw about him merged into a general impression of naked, bleeding human bodies that seemed to fill the whole of the low tent, as a few weeks previously, on that hot August day, such bodies had filled the dirty pond beside the Smolensk road.
His curly hair, its color, and the shape of his head seemed strangely familiar to Prince Andrew.
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.
This problem seemed to the ancients insoluble.
To give that terrible order seemed to him equivalent to resigning the command of the army.
He sat, sunk deep in a folding armchair, and continually cleared his throat and pulled at the collar of his coat which, though it was unbuttoned, still seemed to pinch his neck.
She was nearest to him and saw how his face puckered; he seemed about to cry, but this did not last long.
It seemed to her that it was only a personal struggle between "Granddad" and "Long-coat" as she termed Bennigsen.
There followed a momentary pause, which seemed very long to them all.
What would have seemed difficult or even impossible to another woman did not cause the least embarrassment to Countess Bezukhova, who evidently deserved her reputation of being a very clever woman.
She consulted a Russian priest as to the possibility of divorce and remarriage during a husband's lifetime, and the priest told her that it was impossible, and to her delight showed her a text in the Gospel which (as it seemed to him) plainly forbids remarriage while the husband is alive.
They all seemed dissatisfied and uneasy.
On Saturday, the thirty-first of August, everything in the Rostovs' house seemed topsy-turvy.
Nobody seemed yet to realize what awaited the city.
It no longer seemed strange to them but on the contrary it seemed the only thing that could be done, just as a quarter of an hour before it had not seemed strange to anyone that the wounded should be left behind and the goods carted away but that had seemed the only thing to do.
It seemed not to matter whether all or only half the things were left behind.
But having taken a dozen steps he seemed to remember something and stopped.
Gerasim, being a servant who in his time had seen many strange things, accepted Pierre's taking up his residence in the house without surprise, and seemed pleased to have someone to wait on.
Moscow seen from the Poklonny Hill lay spaciously spread out with her river, her gardens, and her churches, and she seemed to be living her usual life, her cupolas glittering like stars in the sunlight.
When the crowd collected round him he seemed confused, but at the demand of the tall lad who had pushed his way up to him, he began in a rather tremulous voice to read the sheet from the beginning.
He seemed still to hear the sound of his own words: Cut him down!
They were a mob of marauders, each carrying a quantity of articles which seemed to him valuable or useful.
There were masses of wealth and there seemed no end to it.
But when he returned to the house convinced that Moscow would not be defended, he suddenly felt that what before had seemed to him merely a possibility had now become absolutely necessary and inevitable.
The tune he was whistling, his gait, and the gesture with which he twirled his mustache, all now seemed offensive.
The captain, on the other hand, seemed very cheerful.
But now it seemed to him that that meeting had had in it something very important and poetic.
It seemed to her that something heavy was beating rhythmically against all the walls of the room: it was her own heart, sinking with alarm and terror and overflowing with love.
It was eleven by the clock, but it seemed peculiarly dark out of doors.
That very young woman seemed to Pierre the perfection of Oriental beauty, with her sharply outlined, arched, black eyebrows and the extraordinarily soft, bright color of her long, beautiful, expressionless face.
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.
Nicholas felt this, it seemed to him that everyone regarded the Italian in the same light, and he treated him cordially though with dignity and restraint.
Assuming that she did go down to see him, Princess Mary imagined the words he would say to her and what she would say to him, and these words sometimes seemed undeservedly cold and then to mean too much.
If he tried, his pictures seemed incongruous and false.
This unexpected and, as it seemed to Nicholas, quite voluntary letter from Sonya freed him from the knot that fettered him and from which there had seemed no escape.
She had in fact seen nothing then but had mentioned the first thing that came into her head, but what she had invented then seemed to her now as real as any other recollection.
And so, as they had the power and wish to inculpate him, this expedient of an inquiry and trial seemed unnecessary.
On his way through the streets Pierre felt stifled by the smoke which seemed to hang over the whole city.
But there seemed to be no one to celebrate this holiday: everywhere were blackened ruins, and the few Russians to be seen were tattered and frightened people who tried to hide when they saw the French.
It seemed that he had quite forgotten Pierre.
Like the others this fifth man seemed calm; he wrapped his loose cloak closer and rubbed one bare foot with the other.
He looked at their faces and figures, but they all seemed to him equally meaningless.
Pierre had not eaten all day and the smell of the potatoes seemed extremely pleasant to him.
He seemed grieved that Pierre had no parents, especially that he had no mother.
Again Pierre's negative answer seemed to distress him, and he hastened to add:
His physical strength and agility during the first days of his imprisonment were such that he seemed not to know what fatigue and sickness meant.
To all the other prisoners Platon Karataev seemed a most ordinary soldier.
When he began to speak he seemed not to know how he would conclude.
Natasha was gazing at her, but seemed afraid and in doubt whether to say all she knew or not; she seemed to feel that before those luminous eyes which penetrated into the very depths of her heart, it was impossible not to tell the whole truth which she saw.
In the deep gaze that seemed to look not outwards but inwards there was an almost hostile expression as he slowly regarded his sister and Natasha.
After that he avoided Dessalles and the countess who caressed him and either sat alone or came timidly to Princess Mary, or to Natasha of whom he seemed even fonder than of his aunt, and clung to them quietly and shyly.
These thoughts seemed to him comforting.
This was the first indication of the necessity of deviating from what had previously seemed the most natural course--a direct retreat on Nizhni-Novgorod.
As often happens when someone we have trusted is no longer before our eyes, it suddenly seemed quite clear and obvious to him that the sergeant was an impostor, that he had lied, and that the whole Russian attack would be ruined by the absence of those two regiments, which he would lead away heaven only knew where.
Fifteen hundred prisoners and thirty-eight guns were taken on the spot, besides standards and (what seemed most important to the Cossacks) horses, saddles, horsecloths, and the like.
He no longer seemed stout, though he still had the appearance of solidity and strength hereditary in his family.
And even that ruined and befouled house – which in dull weather was repulsively ugly – seemed quietly beautiful now, in the clear, motionless brilliance.
Those dreadful moments he had lived through at the executions had as it were forever washed away from his imagination and memory the agitating thoughts and feelings that had formerly seemed so important.
His intention of killing Napoleon and his calculations of the cabalistic number of the beast of the Apocalypse now seemed to him meaningless and even ridiculous.
His anger with his wife and anxiety that his name should not be smirched now seemed not merely trivial but even amusing.
The absence of suffering, the satisfaction of one's needs and consequent freedom in the choice of one's occupation, that is, of one's way of life, now seemed to Pierre to be indubitably man's highest happiness.
From the moment Pierre had recognized the appearance of the mysterious force nothing had seemed to him strange or dreadful: neither the corpse smeared with soot for fun nor these women hurrying away nor the burned ruins of Moscow.
All these people and horses seemed driven forward by some invisible power.
It seemed that all these men, now that they had stopped amid fields in the chill dusk of the autumn evening, experienced one and the same feeling of unpleasant awakening from the hurry and eagerness to push on that had seized them at the start.
But these were only suppositions, which seemed important to the younger men but not to Kutuzov.
Dokhturov went to Malo- Yaroslavets, but Kutuzov lingered with the main army and gave orders for the evacuation of Kaluga--a retreat beyond which town seemed to him quite possible.
After talking for some time with the esaul about next day's attack, which now, seeing how near they were to the French, he seemed to have definitely decided on, Denisov turned his horse and rode back.
He was highly delighted with what he saw and experienced in the army, but at the same time it always seemed to him that the really heroic exploits were being performed just where he did not happen to be.
Not all the Cossacks and hussars were asleep; here and there, amid the sounds of falling drops and the munching of the horses near by, could be heard low voices which seemed to be whispering.
Sometimes it seemed as if the black spaces were clouds.
Sometimes the sky seemed to be rising high, high overhead, and then it seemed to sink so low that one could touch it with one's hand.
Petya was as musical as Natasha and more so than Nicholas, but had never learned music or thought about it, and so the melody that unexpectedly came to his mind seemed to him particularly fresh and attractive.
Denisov seemed to have forgotten Petya's very existence.
It seemed to Petya that at the moment the shot was fired it suddenly became as bright as noon.
It seemed to him that he was thinking of nothing, but far down and deep within him his soul was occupied with something important and comforting.
To admit the possibility of a future seemed to them to insult his memory.
And that other side of life, of which she had never before thought and which had formerly seemed to her so far away and improbable, was now nearer and more akin and more comprehensible than this side of life, where everything was either emptiness and desolation or suffering and indignity.
And now he again seemed to be saying the same words to her, only in her imagination Natasha this time gave him a different answer.
And now, now it seemed to her she was penetrating the mystery....
But at the instant when it seemed that the incomprehensible was revealing itself to her a loud rattle of the door handle struck painfully on her ears.
Suddenly an electric shock seemed to run through Natasha's whole being.
Her persevering and patient love seemed completely to surround the countess every moment, not explaining or consoling, but recalling her to life.
It seemed to her that things must be so, and yet it was dreadfully sad.
She did not know and would not have believed it, but beneath the layer of slime that covered her soul and seemed to her impenetrable, delicate young shoots of grass were already sprouting, which taking root would so cover with their living verdure the grief that weighed her down that it would soon no longer be seen or noticed.
But to the generals, especially the foreign ones in the Russian army, who wished to distinguish themselves, to astonish somebody, and for some reason to capture a king or a duke--it seemed that now--when any battle must be horrible and senseless--was the very time to fight and conquer somebody.
Kutuzov seemed preoccupied and did not listen to what the general was saying.
As they turned them over one seemed still alive and, would you believe it, he jabbered something in their lingo.
One was taller than the other; he wore an officer's hat and seemed quite exhausted.
Kutuzov seemed not to understand what was expected of him.
All this at the time seemed merely strange to Pierre: he felt he could not grasp its significance.
He had equipped himself with a mental telescope and looked into remote space, where petty worldliness hiding itself in misty distance had seemed to him great and infinite merely because it was not clearly seen.
And such had European life, politics, Freemasonry, philosophy, and philanthropy seemed to him.
As before he was absent-minded and seemed occupied not with what was before his eyes but with something special of his own.
He felt himself not only free from social obligations but also from that feeling which, it seemed to him, he had aroused in himself.
She spoke, mingling most trifling details with the intimate secrets of her soul, and it seemed as if she could never finish.
The princess seemed to see nothing more extraordinary in that than if he had seen Anna Semenovna.
The cabmen he met and their passengers, the carpenters cutting the timber for new houses with axes, the women hawkers, and the shopkeepers, all looked at him with cheerful beaming eyes that seemed to say: Ah, there he is!
With a deep and long- drawn sigh she seemed to be prepared for a lengthy talk.
The whole meaning of life--not for him alone but for the whole world--seemed to him centered in his love and the possibility of being loved by her.
At times everybody seemed to him to be occupied with one thing only--his future happiness.
Sometimes it seemed to him that other people were all as pleased as he was himself and merely tried to hide that pleasure by pretending to be busy with other interests.
He often surprised those he met by his significantly happy looks and smiles which seemed to express a secret understanding between him and them.
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.
From that evening she seemed to have forgotten all that had happened to her.
The storm-tossed sea of European history had subsided within its shores and seemed to have become calm.
Though the surface of the sea of history seemed motionless, the movement of humanity went on as unceasingly as the flow of time.
They now seemed to rotate on one spot.
He seemed now frightened and distraught and now unnaturally animated and enterprising.
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.
He seemed in his heart to reproach her for being too perfect, and because there was nothing to reproach her with.
He seemed carefully to cherish within himself the gloomy mood which alone enabled him to endure his position.
Leave me in peace, his looks seemed to say.
She seemed to be trying to fathom the hidden meaning of his words which would explain his feeling for her.
For a few seconds they gazed silently into one another's eyes--and what had seemed impossible and remote suddenly became possible, inevitable, and very near.
The peasant seemed to him not merely a tool, but also a judge of farming and an end in himself.
It really seemed that Sonya did not feel her position trying, and had grown quite reconciled to her lot as a sterile flower.
She seemed to be fond not so much of individuals as of the family as a whole.
"Mary, dear, I think he is asleep--he was so tired," said Sonya, meeting her in the large sitting room (it seemed to Countess Mary that she crossed her path everywhere).
At tea all sat in their accustomed places: Nicholas beside the stove at a small table where his tea was handed to him; Milka, the old gray borzoi bitch (daughter of the first Milka), with a quite gray face and large black eyes that seemed more prominent than ever, lay on the armchair beside him; Denisov, whose curly hair, mustache, and whiskers had turned half gray, sat beside countess Mary with his general's tunic unbuttoned; Pierre sat between his wife and the old countess.
But to the old countess those contemporaries of hers seemed to be the only serious and real society.
Denisov, dissatisfied with the government on account of his own disappointments in the service, heard with pleasure of the things done in Petersburg which seemed to him stupid, and made forcible and sharp comments on what Pierre told them.
The lad looked down and seemed now for the first time to notice what he had done to the things on the table.
In the diary was set down everything in the children's lives that seemed noteworthy to their mother as showing their characters or suggesting general reflections on educational methods.
At that moment it seemed to him that he was chosen to give a new direction to the whole of Russian society and to the whole world.
To the men who fought against the rising truths of physical philosophy, it seemed that if they admitted that truth it would destroy faith in God, in the creation of the firmament, and in the miracle of Joshua the son of Nun.
Carmen had assumed breast feeding would be a natural thing, but as Matthew lay fussing in her arms, it seemed a major obstacle.
Maybe it was the emotional high they were feeling because of the babies, but something seemed to have shifted their foundation.
He could see a green open space just beyond; and then the woods seemed to be thicker and darker.
So he painted a beautiful picture which seemed to be covered with a curtain.
A tall man who wore a long red cloak seemed to be the leader of the company.
The net seemed heavy.
She sat in my mother's lap constantly, where I used to sit, and seemed to take up all her care and time.
After the return of Alpatych from Smolensk the old prince suddenly seemed to awake as from a dream.