Now go home and get some rest.
At some point, that stopped bugging her and became an attraction.
Alex is a lot like his father in some ways.
The nearest cottage was still some distance away.
It took me some time to appreciate the fact that my new friends were blind.
"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.
She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions.
They have some very nice animals.
And some stones came with them.
Some of the children were pleased, and some were not.
From this period came some of humanity's greatest masterpieces, including St. Peter's Basilica, Da Vinci's Last Supper, Michelangelo's Pieta, and hundreds of other instantly recognizable artistic treasures.
But in some ways, it's like antique furniture.
Some of the Mangaboos fell down and had to be dragged from the fire, and all were so withered that it would be necessary to plant them at once.
These preparations had not consumed a great deal of time, but the sleeping Gargoyles were beginning to wake up and move around, and soon some of them would be hunting for their missing wings.
You'd better stay in out of the weather... and get some rest.
The pictures were painted by hand, and some of them were very beautiful.
One side of her wanted to press on until she got some answers.
Couldn't you wish me in some safer place than Oz.
Men said that it was a very large wolf and that it had killed some of the farmers' sheep.
She hires a contract programmer in Russia for $3000 to code it and advertises on Craig's List for a designer who will work for some stock.
He was growing up and she needed to keep that in mind - and some things off his mind.
Will you have some tea? he added.
Dad said we were going to watch some horses race tomorrow.
If it had been for both of them, they would have invited some of her friends - like Katie and Bill.
At some point she fell asleep.
He added some to it.
Some eight or nine young men were crowding anxiously round an open window.
Those three got hold of a bear somewhere, put it in a carriage, and set off with it to visit some actresses!
They would have some time to enjoy a late Christmas at home when they returned.
They looked a lot alike in some ways.
We have some cold days, but mostly it is warm.
Alex and Jonathan wanted to help decorate, but there were some basic things that could be done.
There were paths through these gardens, and over some of the brooks were ornamental glass bridges.
On some of the bushes might be seen a bud, a blossom, a baby, a half-grown person and a ripe one; but even those ready to pluck were motionless and silent, as if devoid of life.
"What are those holes up there?" enquired the boy, pointing to some openings that appeared near the top of the dome.
They wound about, always going upward, for some time.
The tops of their heads had no hair, but were carved into a variety of fantastic shapes, some having a row of points or balls around the top, others designs resembling flowers or vegetables, and still others having squares that looked like waffles cut criss-cross on their heads.
Some of the wooden beings fell flat upon the ground, where they quivered and trembled in every limb; but most of them managed to wheel and escape again to a distance.
Then, with the Wizard's help, he tried to fasten some of the wings to the old cab-horse.
"Some of them are crooked," objected the horse.
Some of the children were pleased, and some were not.
The poet went on: May each morning bring thee some new joy.
The battle had been raging for some time.
One day some men were sitting by the door of a hotel in Baltimore.
When he hung this painting outside of his door, some birds flew down and tried to carry the cherries away.
Examining history is not like gazing into some fantasy crystal ball, where what we see is prophetic in detail.
Some one asked me if I had read it in a book.
Some of you, we all know, are poor, find it hard to live, are sometimes, as it were, gasping for breath.
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.
Jonathan said you were taking him to some kind of horse race tomorrow.
Alex obliged and then the four of them continued to a lot where some horses grazed.
Some might think Dulce didn't know what she was missing, but Carmen suspected she did.
"You speak to each other across the room with your eyes," she said as if it were some incredible feat.
Some day maybe I will find someone like Alex.
Some women actually find controlling men irresistible.
But I noticed some strawberries growing in one of the gardens, and some melons in another place.
May we examine some of these articles?
Some had long, curved noses and chins, small eyes and wide, grinning mouths.
Then Dorothy wound up Tik-tok and he danced a jig to amuse the company, after which the Yellow Hen related some of her adventures with the Nome King in the Land of Ev.
"Oh, it's only some old robins!" said the second lawyer, whose name was Hardin.
Some of them thought that "Home" was a good subject.
The four men followed them for some distance, and then lost them on the hillside.
She lay hidden among some rocks, and nothing could make her stir.
At one time he painted the picture of some fruit which was so real that the birds flew down and pecked at it.
Some would have smiled, if they had dared.
Constant practice makes the fingers very flexible, and some of my friends spell rapidly--about as fast as an expert writes on a typewriter.
Some have asked what I got to eat; if I did not feel lonesome; if I was not afraid; and the like.
"I'll get us some coffee," she said, heading for the kitchen.
Every child feels displaced to some degree when a new sibling arrives.
Besides, it was time to replace some of the things she'd been wearing since before they were married.
It's about time you spent some money on yourself.
She searched his face for some indication of comprehension, eventually finding it only in his voice.
Most girls wanted to be a princess at some point in their youth, though she couldn't specifically remember that wish.
For some reason it crossed her mind that he would be fun to know.
While the band was on break, Eduardo entertained them with some Spanish guitar.
Some men admired women's legs.
Alondra walked into the room with some tissues and a damp rag.
A piñata had been hung from one of the banisters above and the children of some of the employees joined them.
Maybe some of it was soaking in.
For some reason that didn't seem likely.
We pop some popcorn and drink some eggnog - just enjoy each other.
Sure, he'd had some rough times, but she had never done anything to make him think she would be unfaithful.
She took out some of his and hers so he wouldn't think she was packing to leave him.
She asked "Yeah. We had some late visitors."
For some reason she had always thought Alex would adjust quickly to any lifestyle.
Some people just put more effort into distinguishing right from wrong than others.
I guess I always knew he was secretive - even you to some degree.
On the other hand, Katie had flatly refused to provide some information because she said Alex wouldn't want her to tell.
Some of it came from life insurance.
He had access to his part much earlier than I did, so he was able to make some investments that really paid off.
"I know," Alex said, "but you need to go home and get some rest."
We've got some three foot drifts on the road out here.
Neither the boy nor the girl spoke again for some minutes.
At least, it isn't as wrong as some other things.
We only know that yesterday came a Rain of Stones upon us, which did much damage and injured some of our people.
A balloon meant to her some other arrival from the surface of the earth, and she hoped it would be some one able to assist her and Zeb out of their difficulties.
"If he planted you, he might grow some cat-tails," suggested the Wizard.
"Then I'll try to catch you some," said he.
Following these halls they discovered many small rooms opening from them, and some were furnished with glass benches, tables and chairs.
But in the basket-car are some things I would like to keep with me.
With some difficulty and danger Jim drew the buggy over the loose rocks until he reached the green lawns below, where the paths and orchards and gardens began.
The Wizard opened his satchel and got out some sticking-plaster with which he mended the cuts Jim had received from the claws of the bears.
"They are probably keeping us for some ceremony," the Wizard answered, reflectively; "but there is no doubt they intend to kill us as dead as possible in a short time."
Looking out, they could see into some of the houses near them, where there were open windows in abundance, and were able to mark the forms of the wooden Gargoyles moving about in their dwellings.
All the way to the great rock the wooden people followed them, and when Jim finally alighted at the mouth of the cavern the pursuers were still some distance away.
We hope to grow to be dragons some day, but just now we're only dragonettes.
This mollified Jim a little, and after some thought the green maiden decided to give the cab-horse a room in the palace, such a big building having many rooms that were seldom in use.
When the people saw me come from the sky they naturally thought me some superior creature, and bowed down before me.
I told them I was a Wizard, and showed them some easy tricks that amazed them; and when they saw the initials painted on the balloon they called me Oz.
"Well, my Highness would like some oats," declared the horse.
Many years after that, some funny little verses about Mr. Finney's turnip were printed in a newspaper.
Some people said that they were what Henry Longfellow wrote on his slate that day at school.
"I have some pennies," said Benjamin.
Some of them ran towards the east, some towards the west, and some towards the south.
By some means, however, he learned to read; and after that he loved nothing so much as a good book.
Some time later, the shepherd went to the city and told the king that the children had learned to speak one word, but how or from whom, he did not know.
For this reason they had bought some powder and stored it at Concord,[Footnote: Concord (_pro_. kong'krd).] nearly twenty miles away.
Some of the king's soldiers are going to Concord to get the powder that is there.
The town seemed very still; but now and then he could hear the beating of a drum or the shouting of some soldier.
"She's been caught in a trap some time, I guess," said Putnam.
So he went to the other hotel, where he found the vice president sitting with some friends in the parlor.
You were so bespattered with mud that I thought you were some old farmer.
In the city of Florence [Footnote: Flor'ence.] little Giotto saw some of the finest pictures in the world.
One day Benjamin's mother had to go to a neighbor's on some errand.
For some time he sat very still.
Some called them "red-coats."
One day as he was riding through the woods, some British soldiers saw him.
Some other officers, who had seen the whole affair, cried out to the captain, Shame!
So it was decided that the boy should go to some school where he might be prepared for college.
He must stand there until he sees some one else whisper.
In those times there were even some kings who could not read.
One day when they were with their mother, she showed them a wonderful book that some rich friend had given her.
After the guests had drunk quite a little of it, they began to talk foolishly and sing loudly; and some of them went to sleep.
Some of the men rode on camels, some on horses.
Some of the men rode on camels, some on horses.
Some of the Greeks said that an eagle caught him in her beak and carried him unharmed to the bottom.
I think that he must have fallen upon some bushes and vines that grew in some parts of the chasm.
One day, to the great joy of all, some ships arrived from another country.
Some of these bundles contained the things they would need on the road; some contained clothing; and some contained goods which the master would sell in the city.
Some of these bundles contained the things they would need on the road; some contained clothing; and some contained goods which the master would sell in the city.
So each one boasted of his skill in doing some sort of labor.
They saw that all these fables taught some great truth, and they wondered how Aesop could have thought of them.
Each one told of some plan by which to keep out of her way.
The women wept, and some of the men prayed.
Give me a few common tools and some food, and I will do well enough, said the sailor.
So they filled a small boat with the things that he would need the most--an ax, a hoe, a kettle, and some other things.
They also put in some bread and meat and other food, enough for several weeks.
He talked with some of the sailors.
But there were birds in the woods and some wild goats on the hills.
He had only a dog and some cats to keep him company.
Then he tamed a parrot and some goats.
He built a house of some sticks and vines.
_Dearest Carl; You are a good boy to send me all your wages, for now I can pay the rent and buy some warm clothing for your little sister.
Some one is trying to ruin me.
Then some one outside called loudly, "Have you seen King Robert the Bruce pass this way?"
I think there ought to be some better way of moving a boat.
"Well, I can make some oars," said Robert; "but I think there ought to be still another and a better way.
One day a strange merchant came to him with some diamonds and pearls which he had brought from beyond the sea.
A few said that there was one man in their neighborhood who seemed to have had some sort of good luck.
Some large bird has stolen it from his palace.
"Yes, a song! a song!" shouted some of the others.
All around him were the cows of the abbey, some chewing their cuds, and others like their master quietly sleeping.
"Then to-morrow I will go out and see some of those things," he said.
Is he some new kind of man?
He might be seen every day with a bag of charcoal on his back, carrying it to some of his customers.
Throw on some chips and make a blaze.
I had carried some charcoal to the queen's kitchen and was just starting home.
Before Mrs. Jacquot could open it, some one called out, "Is this the house of Jacquot, the charcoal man?"
They were all dressed very finely, and some of them carried swords.
As he came out of the forest he saw a little boy by the roadside, who seemed to be watching for some one.
Some had heard of his great learning, and others had heard of his selfishness and cruelty.
When he heard that some men had come to Corinth with a very costly golden tripod, he had them brought before him.
Maybe it was inevitable at that point that some spark would set off the powder keg of Europe.
Even today, the scientific method involves experimentation that almost always necessitates some amount of data collection.
Why are dropout rates in some schools lower than demographically matched schools anywhere else in the world?
I daresay if you have purchased anything on Amazon, you have almost certainly, at some point, purchased an additional item Amazon suggested.
Humans should not feel threatened in any way by this, and yet it still makes some people defensive and uncomfortable.
A computer can do some tasks better than a person can.
In some twentieth-century science fiction visions of the future, humans created friendly robot sidekicks with data storage capacity and computational speed the human brain lacked.
But at times in history, left-handedness was thought to be a malady in need of curing (and in some parts of the world still is).
Some people's bodies break in ways that we don't understand.
Some people have exceptional abilities we do not understand—for example, savants.
It was mentioned by the Hindus more than three thousand years ago (and some suggest they even inoculated against it).
Certainly some of the medical practices of the ancient world, such as bloodletting and the use of leeches, seem to us at least misguided and at worst, barbaric.
Some years ago, a few people taking Wellbutrin reported that their cravings for cigarettes diminished.
With skin cancer, like all diseases, over time some people get better and some people get worse, and often we really don't know why.
Why do some people live to 120?
Why do some people keep their mental faculties so late in life?
Some have suggested that doing crossword puzzles helps keep the mind active.
Why do some houses get broken into and others don't?
We will be able to examine all kinds of social issues: Why are some areas poorer than others?
Some chunks of your DNA do nothing useful (that we know of yet), but other chunks we call genes.
Some of it is known, but the function of each of the thirty thousand genes has to be figured out one at a time.
Due to genetic factors we will certainly learn about in the future, some drugs and treatments do not work on certain people.
We hear of treatments that work some percent of the time or we hear phrases like, "They are not responding to treatment."
My guess is that such people have some genetic factor protecting them against the adverse effects of bacon.
Additionally, we will at some point in the not-too-distant future have enough biological understanding of the genome and enough computer horsepower to model complex interactions in the body.
Some suspect we can be made to be healthy and energetic to the age of one hundred thirty and that's it.
The other is division of labor, worth discussing in some detail as it is an almost miraculous process.
It may have some limit in theory, because there is an optimal arrangement of atoms in the universe; but for practical purposes, it has no limit.
Most things come in a limited supply, so some people have a thing and others do not.
And yet we do have some experience with situations where scarcity is nonexistent.
Each success has some failure along the way.
Was it some kind of rhetorical flourish, just words that sounded good?
Both of these have political implications, and so it is with some hesitation I bring them up.
Let's consider examples of how the effect is positive for some, negative for some, but the net is a gain in the overall wealth of the system.
Even though this allowed cotton prices to plummet and demand for cotton to increase, some of those fifty people got laid off, no doubt shaking their fists at the infernal gin as they stormed off the property.
To some extent, we have this in the form of high taxes on cigarettes, which are seen to have negative externalities, and a home interest deduction on income taxes, as home ownership is viewed as having positive social good.
The fact that an unprecedented number of earth's inhabitants today live in poverty is an indictment of governments, not a reflection of some underlying natural limit.
The prosperity of some does not require that others be poor.
In fact, the poverty of some limits the wealth of all.
In the future, the price of some things won't go down as much, if at all.
The United Kingdom famously did this after World War II by raising marginal tax rates on earned income to more than 99 percent and, for some other kinds of income, to more than 100 percent.
Although the poor may not believe that wealth is attainable for them, they do not want to rock the boat and risk disrupting the system that guarantees them at least some income.
Some believe this is the beginning and end of the role of government.
Some stocks reliably pay dividends, portions of a corporation's profits paid out in cash to its shareholders.
Some stocks pay dividends very regularly: Coca Cola, for instance, has paid a dividend every year since 1920.
Some become so wealthy, in fact, they can live off the interest (the productivity) of their assets, not just their own labor.
Is there a logical end to that—a physical or economic law of some kind that says only 10 percent or 20 percent or 30 percent of people can ever be this wealthy?
Some people will have a hard time adjusting to the new reality.
When I talk about this future, a future in which machines will do more and more of the work people do now, I always get some variant of the same question: What about the people who lose their jobs to machines and don't have any other skills?
The implication is always that some people are simply unable to do any job that a machine cannot do.
When those are the paths people choose between in the future—a Star Trek path or a WALL·E path—some will choose one and some will choose the other.
But as we grew up, reality set in that market forces did not allow those activities to pay enough to support us, so at some point we all figured out we had to "earn a living."
And we got them all, more or less, by trade and the wealth generated by our work doing some function for which we are trained.
Structural famine exists when enough food is technically on hand or able to be imported, but some portion of the population is economically separated from it.
In other words, food is present, but some cannot afford it.
Some methods and technologies that show promise to end famine are controversial.
But in the future when we have more and better information, if it turns out that some of these methods are not net gains, we will know that and look elsewhere for solutions.
You can be a subsistence farmer and perhaps produce some excess, but given the prior observation about the fundamental volatility of farming, you will always be at risk of not producing enough.
There is some debate as to whether the poor should even try to feed themselves.
Food security is a real issue, and nations that do not at least produce some kinds of food are at risk.
Those are only some of the most significant factors contributing to hunger in the world today.
In 1962, some of them were grown in India, and based on the results, Borlaug was invited to India.
One guy from Iowa came along with some garbage bags and saved a billion lives.
Second, some people will still want their food grown the old-fashioned way, just like how I buy heritage meats and heirloom seeds.
You can't do something that long and not have some strong opinions on the matter.
This dairyman also makes some of the milk into cheese and we use a lot of that as well.
I am certain this idea is going to take some time to get used to.
Half the rice grown in California is a descendant of Calrose 76, created when gamma rays mutated some regular rice and the resulting mutant produced more grain and less spoilage.
This is the part that makes some people even more nervous.
At some point, the loan is repaid to the local agency and your money comes back to you.
Some might say, Hunger is awful.
Some might say something I consider even worse: It is inexcusable that some go hungry while you have so much.
Some might say something I consider even worse: It is inexcusable that some go hungry while you have so much.
I am going to take some of what you have and give it to someone else.
It would be a colossal mistake to assume some sort of collectivist or communistic solution to hunger in the world.
Roosevelt is saying that freedom itself cannot exist apart from some amount of economic liberty.
Do not expect this to be a uniformly reassuring journey; it may be more of a roller-coaster ride with some rather bleak descents.
I want to spend some time talking about civilization, but first I want to recount the progress that we have made through civilization.
Maybe war does serve some purpose.
I do believe some ideals are worth fighting for and, by logical extension, worth killing for—but not many.
War occurs for a very simple reason: To some nations at some time, war is preferable to peace.
The way to end war is not to set up some big world government or eliminate nation-states, which will always retain the right to take unilateral military action to defend themselves.
Technically speaking, I have included a few that are not dependent on the Internet per se, but in which the Internet and technology plays some role.
Some have questioned whether Friedman's thesis is 100 percent true, mentioning NATO air strikes against Yugoslavia as a potential exception.
Some people regard their iPod the same way.
This is simply another form of trade, so some might accuse me of double counting some of my forty-three reasons war will end.
Restaurants established a "smoking section," then some bold ones banned smoking altogether.
Some might argue this is not in and of itself a force for peace.
Some argue, Be careful what you ask for.
More people speak some English than any other language.
It is easy to be suspicious of the person who speaks in some strange tongue.
Yes, a comet slamming into the planet or some galactic cataclysm could wipe us all out.
At the time in history when our future has never looked brighter, it is baffling that some people are more pessimistic than ever.
One day some gentlemen called on my mother, and I felt the shutting of the front door and other sounds that indicated their arrival.
Some one was drawing water and my teacher placed my hand under the spout.
I thrust out my hands to grasp some support, I clutched at the water and at the seaweed which the waves tossed in my face.
Miss Canby herself wrote kindly, "Some day you will write a great story out of your own head, that will be a comfort and help to many."
So this sad experience may have done me good and set me thinking on some of the problems of composition.
At other times, in the midst of a paragraph I was writing, I said to myself, "Suppose it should be found that all this was written by some one long ago!"
I had a French grammar in raised print, and as I already knew some French, I often amused myself by composing in my head short exercises, using the new words as I came across them, and ignoring rules and other technicalities as much as possible.
Some of the girls learned to speak to me, so that Miss Sullivan did not have to repeat their conversation.
In the finals, no one read my work over to me, and in the preliminaries I offered subjects with some of which I was in a measure familiar before my work in the Cambridge school; for at the beginning of the year I had passed examinations in English, History, French and German, which Mr. Gilman gave me from previous Harvard papers.
But on the night before the algebra examination, while I was struggling over some very complicated examples, I could not tell the combinations of bracket, brace and radical.
In the French course I read some of the works of Corneille, Moliere, Racine, Alfred de Musset and Sainte-Beuve, and in the German those of Goethe and Schiller.
I remember she asked me if I liked little Pearl, and explained some of the words that had puzzled me.
Then my teacher went to visit some friends in Boston, leaving me for a short time.
Some of them would be found written in our literature and dear to the hearts of many, while others would be wholly unknown to most of my readers.
The touch of some hands is an impertinence.
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.
She is always doing something to make some one happy, and her generosity and wise counsel have never failed my teacher and me in all the years we have known her.
He is the author of some commendable verses.
But soon they learned some Dutch words; but they loved their own language and they did not want little boys and girls to forget it and learn to talk funny Dutch.
Some bells are musical and others are unmusical.
Some are very tiny and some are very large.
Some are very tiny and some are very large.
I would like to have some clay.
Father and some other gentlemen went hunting yesterday.
We had some of them for supper, and they were very nice.
I thank my dear kind father for sending me some money, to buy gifts for my friends.
Please do not forget to send me some pretty presents to hang on my tree.
Simpson, that is my brother, brought me some beautiful pond lilies yesterday--he is a very brother to me.
Some time when you come and see me in my study in Boston I shall be glad to talk to you about it all if you care to hear.
We like to think that the sunshine and the winds and the trees are able to love in some way of their own, for it would make us know that they were happy if we knew that they could love.
This letter was written to some gentlemen in Gardiner, Maine, who named a lumber vessel after her.
I hope I shall see you and my beautiful namesake some time.
After we had had some breakfast we went up to see Mr. Anagnos.
It is a very pretty story, and I will tell it to you some time.
Some relatives and dear old friends were with me through the day.
They are going to send me some money for a poor little deaf and dumb and blind child.
My favourite poet has written some lines about England which I love very much.
I cannot begin to tell you how delighted I was when Mr. Anagnos told me that you had sent him some money to help educate "Baby Tom."
It is Sunday morning, and while I sit here in the library writing this letter you are teaching hundreds of people some of the grand and beautiful things about their heavenly Father.
It was some time before I could plan it to suit me.
Some of them asked odd questions.
It seemed as if it were some living thing rushing on to some terrible fate.
Oh, I do so hope and pray that I shall speak well some day!...
I hope when I visit Venice, as I surely shall some day, that Mr. Munsell will go with me.
Dr. Bell went with us himself to the electrical building, and showed us some of the historical telephones.
I was much disappointed not to see her, but I hope I shall have that pleasure some other time.
I hope we shall visit it some day.
The "examinations" mentioned in this letter were merely tests given in the school, but as they were old Harvard papers, it is evident that in some subjects Miss Keller was already fairly well prepared for Radcliffe.
We have had some splendid toboganning this month.
Some one balances the toboggan on the very crest of the hill, while we get on, and when we are ready, off we dash down the side of the hill in a headlong rush, and, leaping a projection, plunge into a snow-drift and go swimming far across the pond at a tremendous rate!...
I cannot help wishing sometimes that I could have some of the fun that other girls have.
So you see, I had a foretaste of the pleasure which I hope some day to have of visiting Florence.
I have just had some pictures taken, and if they are good, I would like to send one to Mr. Rogers, if you think he would like to have it.
I would like so much to show him in some way how deeply I appreciate all that he is doing for me, and I cannot think of anything better to do.
TO MR. WILLIAM WADE Wrentham, Mass., June 5, 1899. ...Linnie Haguewood's letter, which you sent me some weeks ago, interested me very much.
I cannot make out anything written in my hand, so you see, Ragnhild has got ahead of me in some things.
We have seen many of our old friends, and made some new ones.
Perhaps next week I shall have some more books, "The Tempest," "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and possibly some selections from Green's history of England.
In college she, or possibly in some subjects some one else, would of necessity be with me in the lecture-room and at recitations.
The latter wished to send her some books; but she could not find anything simple enough for her!
On one of them I noticed that the strings were of wire, and having had some experience in bead work, I said I thought they would break.
She cannot know in detail how she was taught, and her memory of her childhood is in some cases an idealized memory of what she has learned later from her teacher and others.
That is why her teacher's records may be found to differ in some particulars from Miss Keller's account.
When Miss Keller puts her work in typewritten form, she cannot refer to it again unless some one reads it to her by means of the manual alphabet.
Some one asked her if she liked to study.
She cannot sing and she cannot play the piano, although, as some early experiments show, she could learn mechanically to beat out a tune on the keys.
When she returns from a walk and tells some one about it, her descriptions are accurate and vivid.
This sense is not, however, so finely developed as in some other blind people.
He says that she did pretty well and managed to make, after models, some conventional designs of the outlines of leaves and rosettes.
Miss Keller's reading of the manual alphabet by her sense of touch seems to cause some perplexity.
When a passage interests her, or she needs to remember it for some future use, she flutters it off swiftly on the fingers of her right hand.
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.'
Once when some one asked her to define "love," she replied, "Why, bless you, that is easy; it is what everybody feels for everybody else."
In some ways this is unfortunate.
Nearly every mail brings some absurd statement, printed or written.
Teachers of the deaf proved a priori that what Miss Sullivan had done could not be, and some discredit was reflected on her statements, because they were surrounded by the vague eloquence of Mr. Anagnos.
Although Miss Sullivan is still rather amused than distressed when some one, even one of her friends, makes mistakes in published articles about her and Miss Keller, still she sees that Miss Keller's book should include all the information that the teacher could at present furnish.
Some of the details she had forgotten, as she grew more and more to generalize.
Some of her opinions Miss Sullivan would like to enlarge and revise.
Friends had probably brought her candy in their bags, and she expected to find some in mine.
She understood in a flash and ran downstairs to tell her mother, by means of emphatic signs, that there was some candy in a trunk for her.
I went downstairs and got some cake (she is very fond of sweets).
She made the "c-a," then stopped and thought, and making the sign for eating and pointing downward she pushed me toward the door, meaning that I must go downstairs for some cake.
She kept going to the door, as if she expected some one, and every now and then she would touch her cheek, which is her sign for her mother, and shake her head sadly.
When he succeeded in forming it to suit her, she patted him on his woolly head so vigorously that I thought some of his slips were intentional.
I took this for a promise that if I gave her some cake she would be a good girl.
HERE ARE SOME OF THEM: DOOR, OPEN, SHUT, GIVE, GO, COME, and a great many more.
But when I spell into her hand, "Give me some bread," she hands me the bread, or if I say, "Get your hat and we will go to walk," she obeys instantly.
Oh, if only there were some one to help me!
One day, when I wanted her to bring me some water, she said: Legs very tired.
She is much interested in some little chickens that are pecking their way into the world this morning.
Helen held some worsted for me last night while I wound it.
At all events, there she was, tearing and scratching and biting Viney like some wild thing.
It seems as if a child who could see and hear until her nineteenth month must retain some of her first impressions, though ever so faintly.
Very soon she learned the difference between ON and IN, though it was some time before she could use these words in sentences of her own.
She helped me wind some worsted one day, first rapidly and afterward slowly.
When asked the colour of some one whose occupation she did not know she seemed bewildered, and finally said "blue."
She felt some young lions.
Some of them cried, and the wild man of Borneo shrank from her sweet little face in terror.
What would happen, do you think, if some one should try to measure our intelligence by our ability to define the commonest words we use?
I don't know what I should have done, had some of the young people not learned to talk with her.
"I will buy some good candy to take to Tuscumbia," was her reply.
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.
Captain Keller invited some of the ministers to dinner.
Then she threw herself on the floor and began to swim so energetically that some of us thought we should be kicked out of our chairs!
"Some beautiful gloves to talk with," she answered.
I told him he could buy some gloves if he wished, and that I would have the alphabet stamped on them.
In one room some little tots were standing before the blackboard, painfully constructing "simple sentences."
It frequently happens that the perfume of a flower or the flavour of a fruit recalls to her mind some happy event in home life, or a delightful birthday party.
Even before I knew her, she had handled a dead chicken, or bird, or some other small animal.
I watched her for some time as she moved about, trying to take long strides in order to carry out the idea I had given her of a camel's gait.
After a moment she added, mournfully, "I fear some people's lives are just like Ginger's."
You must remember, dear teacher, that Greek parents were very particular with their children, and they used to let them listen to wise words, and I think they understood some of them.
She has also done some good work in written arithmetic.
Some of these words have successive steps of meaning, beginning with what is simple and leading on to what is abstract.
She had learned the printed letters, and for some time had amused herself by making simple sentences, using slips on which the words were printed in raised letters; but these sentences had no special relation to one another.
The cat can have some milk, and the mouse can have some cake.
I have found it a convenient medium of communicating with Helen when she is at some distance from me, for it enables me to talk with her by tapping upon the floor with my foot.
It was hoped that one so peculiarly endowed by nature as Helen, would, if left entirely to her own resources, throw some light upon such psychological questions as were not exhaustively investigated by Dr. Howe; but their hopes were not to be realized.
Here are some of them: "What did God make the new worlds out of?"
"But," said Helen, quickly, "I think God could make some more worlds as well as He made this one."
When her friend added that some of the pupils he had seen in Budapest had more than one hundred tunes in their heads, she said, laughing, "I think their heads must be very noisy."
In order to write one must have something to write about, and having something to write about requires some mental preparation.
It may be true, as some maintain, that language cannot express to us much beyond what we have lived and experienced; but I have always observed that children manifest the greatest delight in the lofty, poetic language which we are too ready to think beyond their comprehension.
This meant some mental development.
Some of her notes are musical and charming.
This difficulty and some others may be corrected when she and Miss Sullivan have more time.
Some understand her readily; others do not.
I explained to her that some deaf children were taught to speak, but that they could see their teachers' mouths, and that that was a very great assistance to them.
She always liked to stand by the piano when some one was playing and singing.
In reading the lips she is not so quick or so accurate as some reports declare.
It is a clumsy and unsatisfactory way of receiving communication, useless when Miss Sullivan or some one else who knows the manual alphabet is present to give Miss Keller the spoken words of others.
Indeed, when some friend is trying to speak to Miss Keller, and the attempt is not proving successful, Miss Sullivan usually helps by spelling the lost words into Miss Keller's hand.
If you knew all the joy I feel in being able to speak to you to-day, I think you would have some idea of the value of speech to the deaf, and you would understand why I want every little deaf child in all this great world to have an opportunity to learn to speak.
The reason why she read to her pupil so many good books is due, in some measure, to the fact that she had so recently recovered her eyesight.
No one shall be allowed to think it was anything wrong; and some day she will write a great, beautiful story or poem that will make many people happy.
Some were red, some white, and others pale pink, and they were just peeping out of the green leaves, as rosy-faced children peep out from their warm beds in wintertime before they are quite willing to get up.
Some were red, some white, and others pale pink, and they were just peeping out of the green leaves, as rosy-faced children peep out from their warm beds in wintertime before they are quite willing to get up.
Some were red, some white, and others were delicate pink, and they were peeping out from between the green leaves like beautiful little fairies.
Some were red, some white, and others were delicate pink, and they were peeping out from between the green leaves like beautiful little fairies.
If you do, perhaps I will dream again for you some time.
Please give my love to your good Greek friends, and tell them that I shall come to Athens some day.
Well, one day King Frost was trying to think of some good that he could do with his treasure; and suddenly he concluded to send some of it to his kind neighbour, Santa Claus, to buy presents of food and clothing for the poor, that they might not suffer so much when King Winter went near their homes.
This morning I took a bath, and when teacher came upstairs to comb my hair she told me some very sad news which made me unhappy all day.
She seems to have some idea of the difference between original composition and reproduction.
The style of her version is in some respects even better than the style of Miss Canby's story.
Some conclusions may be briefly suggested.
In the early years of her education she had only good things to read; some were, indeed, trivial and not excellent in style, but not one was positively bad in manner or substance.
They did not know for some time after my recovery that the cruel fever had taken my sight and hearing; taken all the light and music and gladness out of my little life.
When I was a little older I felt the need of some means of communication with those around me, and I began to make simple signs which my parents and friends readily understood; but it often happened that I was unable to express my thoughts intelligibly, and at such times I would give way to my angry feelings utterly....
I knew, too, it was immense! awful! and for a moment some of the sunshine seemed to have gone out of the day.
It seems worth while, however, to quote from some of her chance bits of writing, which are neither so informal as her letters nor so carefully composed as her story of her life.
To be sure, I take the keenest interest in everything that concerns those who surround me; it is this very interest which makes it so difficult for me to carry on a conversation with some people who will not talk or say what they think, but I should not be sorry to find more friends ready to talk with me now and then about the wonderful things I read.
Some things are really necessaries of life in some circles, the most helpless and diseased, which in others are luxuries merely, and in others still are entirely unknown.
Some things are really necessaries of life in some circles, the most helpless and diseased, which in others are luxuries merely, and in others still are entirely unknown.
If I had remembered this it would have prevented some mistakes.
The incessant anxiety and strain of some is a well-nigh incurable form of disease.
The summer, in some climates, makes possible to man a sort of Elysian life.
It is to solve some of the problems of life, not only theoretically, but practically.
There are some who complain most energetically and inconsolably of any, because they are, as they say, doing their duty.
I will only hint at some of the enterprises which I have cherished.
Kings and queens who wear a suit but once, though made by some tailor or dressmaker to their majesties, cannot know the comfort of wearing a suit that fits.
Nevertheless, we will not forget that some Egyptian wheat was handed down to us by a mummy.
We may imagine a time when, in the infancy of the human race, some enterprising mortal crept into a hollow in a rock for shelter.
Every child begins the world again, to some extent, and loves to stay outdoors, even in wet and cold.
Some I have seen, sixty or a hundred feet long and thirty feet broad....
Before I had done I was more the friend than the foe of the pine tree, though I had cut down some of them, having become better acquainted with it.
At length, in the beginning of May, with the help of some of my acquaintances, rather to improve so good an occasion for neighborliness than from any necessity, I set up the frame of my house.
When it stormed before my bread was baked, I fixed a few boards over the fire, and sat under them to watch my loaf, and passed some pleasant hours in that way.
There is some of the same fitness in a man's building his own house that there is in a bird's building its own nest.
You will in the meanwhile have earned your fare, and arrive there some time tomorrow, or possibly this evening, if you are lucky enough to get a job in season.
I got twelve bushels of beans, and eighteen bushels of potatoes, beside some peas and sweet corn.
Man does some of his part of the exchange work in his six weeks of haying, and it is no boy's play.
I might possibly invent some excuse for them and him, but I have no time for it.
Nothing was given me of which I have not rendered some account.
To meet the objections of some inveterate cavillers, I may as well state, that if I dined out occasionally, as I always had done, and I trust shall have opportunities to do again, it was frequently to the detriment of my domestic arrangements.
Even those who seem for a long while not to have any, if you inquire more narrowly you will find have some stored in somebody's barn.
The moon will not sour milk nor taint meat of mine, nor will the sun injure my furniture or fade my carpet; and if he is sometimes too warm a friend, I find it still better economy to retreat behind some curtain which nature has provided, than to add a single item to the details of housekeeping.
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.
But all this is very selfish, I have heard some of my townsmen say.
I have made some sacrifices to a sense of duty, and among others have sacrificed this pleasure also.
Some show their kindness to the poor by employing them in their kitchens.
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.
Take your time, and set about some free labor.
I discovered many a site for a house not likely to be soon improved, which some might have thought too far from the village, but to my eyes the village was too far from it.
I was in haste to buy it, before the proprietor finished getting out some rocks, cutting down the hollow apple trees, and grubbing up some young birches which had sprung up in the pasture, or, in short, had made any more of his improvements.
The upright white hewn studs and freshly planed door and window casings gave it a clean and airy look, especially in the morning, when its timbers were saturated with dew, so that I fancied that by noon some sweet gum would exude from them.
That way I looked between and over the near green hills to some distant and higher ones in the horizon, tinged with blue.
Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of the day and night.
And every few years a new lot is laid down and run over; so that, if some have the pleasure of riding on a rail, others have the misfortune to be ridden upon.
Some give directions to be waked every half-hour, doubtless for no other purpose; and then, to pay for it, they tell what they have dreamed.
To speak critically, I never received more than one or two letters in my life--I wrote this some years ago--that were worth the postage.
My instinct tells me that my head is an organ for burrowing, as some creatures use their snout and fore paws, and with it I would mine and burrow my way through these hills.
The student may read Homer or Æschylus in the Greek without danger of dissipation or luxuriousness, for it implies that he in some measure emulate their heroes, and consecrate morning hours to their pages.
Can we not hire some Abelard to lecture to us?
In this country, the village should in some respects take the place of the nobleman of Europe.
The day advanced as if to light some work of mine; it was morning, and lo, now it is evening, and nothing memorable is accomplished.
The whistle of the locomotive penetrates my woods summer and winter, sounding like the scream of a hawk sailing over some farmer's yard, informing me that many restless city merchants are arriving within the circle of the town, or adventurous country traders from the other side.
Here is a hogshead of molasses or of brandy directed to John Smith, Cuttingsville, Vermont, some trader among the Green Mountains, who imports for the farmers near his clearing, and now perchance stands over his bulkhead and thinks of the last arrivals on the coast, how they may affect the price for him, telling his customers this moment, as he has told them twenty times before this morning, that he expects some by the next train of prime quality.
The echo is, to some extent, an original sound, and therein is the magic and charm of it.
At evening, the distant lowing of some cow in the horizon beyond the woods sounded sweet and melodious, and at first I would mistake it for the voices of certain minstrels by whom I was sometimes serenaded, who might be straying over hill and dale; but soon I was not unpleasantly disappointed when it was prolonged into the cheap and natural music of the cow.
Though it is now dark, the wind still blows and roars in the wood, the waves still dash, and some creatures lull the rest with their notes.
They who come rarely to the woods take some little piece of the forest into their hands to play with by the way, which they leave, either intentionally or accidentally.
I could always tell if visitors had called in my absence, either by the bended twigs or grass, or the print of their shoes, and generally of what sex or age or quality they were by some slight trace left, as a flower dropped, or a bunch of grass plucked and thrown away, even as far off as the railroad, half a mile distant, or by the lingering odor of a cigar or pipe.
The thick wood is not just at our door, nor the pond, but somewhat is always clearing, familiar and worn by us, appropriated and fenced in some way, and reclaimed from Nature.
And so I went home to my bed, and left him to pick his way through the darkness and the mud to Brighton--or Bright-town--which place he would reach some time in the morning.
Let me suggest a few comparisons, that some one may convey an idea of my situation.
He was a skilful chopper, and indulged in some flourishes and ornaments in his art.
If an ox were his property, and he wished to get needles and thread at the store, he thought it would be inconvenient and impossible soon to go on mortgaging some portion of the creature each time to that amount.
Indeed, I found some of them to be wiser than the so-called overseers of the poor and selectmen of the town, and thought it was time that the tables were turned.
I could not but notice some of the peculiarities of my visitors.
Mine was, as it were, the connecting link between wild and cultivated fields; as some states are civilized, and others half-civilized, and others savage or barbarous, so my field was, though not in a bad sense, a half-cultivated field.
Near at hand, upon the topmost spray of a birch, sings the brown thrasher--or red mavis, as some love to call him--all the morning, glad of your society, that would find out another farmer's field if yours were not here.
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.
Signs were hung out on all sides to allure him; some to catch him by the appetite, as the tavern and victualling cellar; some by the fancy, as the dry goods store and the jeweller's; and others by the hair or the feet or the skirts, as the barber, the shoemaker, or the tailor.
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.
I was never cast away nor distressed in any weather, though I encountered some severe storms.
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.
These take place only in communities where some have got more than is sufficient while others have not enough.
Sometimes, after staying in a village parlor till the family had all retired, I have returned to the woods, and, partly with a view to the next day's dinner, spent the hours of midnight fishing from a boat by moonlight, serenaded by owls and foxes, and hearing, from time to time, the creaking note of some unknown bird close at hand.
At length you slowly raise, pulling hand over hand, some horned pout squeaking and squirming to the upper air.
Some consider blue "to be the color of pure water, whether liquid or solid."
In some lights, viewed even from a hilltop, it is of a vivid green next the shore.
Some think it is bottomless.
Yet perchance the first who came to this well have left some trace of their footsteps.
The ornamented grounds of villas which will one day be built here may still preserve some trace of this.
If the name was not derived from that of some English locality--Saffron Walden, for instance--one might suppose that it was called originally Walled-in Pond.
Probably many ichthyologists would make new varieties of some of them.
You may see from a boat, in calm weather, near the sandy eastern shore, where the water is eight or ten feet deep, and also in some other parts of the pond, some circular heaps half a dozen feet in diameter by a foot in height, consisting of small stones less than a hen's egg in size, where all around is bare sand.
When I first paddled a boat on Walden, it was completely surrounded by thick and lofty pine and oak woods, and in some of its coves grape-vines had run over the trees next the water and formed bowers under which a boat could pass.
The hills which form its shores are so steep, and the woods on them were then so high, that, as you looked down from the west end, it had the appearance of an amphitheatre for some land of sylvan spectacle.
I have said that Walden has no visible inlet nor outlet, but it is on the one hand distantly and indirectly related to Flint's Pond, which is more elevated, by a chain of small ponds coming from that quarter, and on the other directly and manifestly to Concord River, which is lower, by a similar chain of ponds through which in some other geological period it may have flowed, and by a little digging, which God forbid, it can be made to flow thither again.
It was even supposed by some that the pond had sunk, and this was one of the primitive forest that formerly stood there.
He had some of it in his shed then.
Poor John Field!--I trust he does not read this, unless he will improve by it--thinking to live by some derivative old-country mode in this primitive new country--to catch perch with shiners.
Listen to every zephyr for some reproof, for it is surely there, and he is unfortunate who does not hear it.
It was a rather cool evening, and some of his neighbors were apprehending a frost.
He had not attended to the train of his thoughts long when he heard some one playing on a flute, and that sound harmonized with his mood.
Say, some hollow tree; and then for morning calls and dinner-parties!
Is it some ill-fed village hound yielding to the instinct of the chase? or the lost pig which is said to be in these woods, whose tracks I saw after the rain?
It is said that when hatched by a hen they will directly disperse on some alarm, and so are lost, for they never hear the mother's call which gathers them again.
You only need sit still long enough in some attractive spot in the woods that all its inhabitants may exhibit themselves to you by turns.
Or perchance he was some Achilles, who had nourished his wrath apart, and had now come to avenge or rescue his Patroclus.
Some station themselves on this side of the pond, some on that, for the poor bird cannot be omnipresent; if he dive here he must come up there.
Some station themselves on this side of the pond, some on that, for the poor bird cannot be omnipresent; if he dive here he must come up there.
Each morning, when they were numbed with cold, I swept some of them out, but I did not trouble myself much to get rid of them; I even felt complimented by their regarding my house as a desirable shelter.
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?
I brought over some whiter and cleaner sand for this purpose from the opposite shore of the pond in a boat, a sort of conveyance which would have tempted me to go much farther if necessary.
The pond had in the meanwhile skimmed over in the shadiest and shallowest coves, some days or even weeks before the general freezing.
There are many furrows in the sand where some creature has travelled about and doubled on its tracks; and, for wrecks, it is strewn with the cases of caddis-worms made of minute grains of white quartz.
In previous years I had often gone prospecting over some bare hillside, where a pitch pine wood had formerly stood, and got out the fat pine roots.
Some of my friends spoke as if I was coming to the woods on purpose to freeze myself.
I weathered some merry snow-storms, and spent some cheerful winter evenings by my fireside, while the snow whirled wildly without, and even the hooting of the owl was hushed.
In some places, within my own remembrance, the pines would scrape both sides of a chaise at once, and women and children who were compelled to go this way to Lincoln alone and on foot did it with fear, and often ran a good part of the distance.
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.
Farther down the hill, on the left, on the old road in the woods, are marks of some homestead of the Stratton family; whose orchard once covered all the slope of Brister's Hill, but was long since killed out by pitch pines, excepting a few stumps, whose old roots furnish still the wild stocks of many a thrifty village tree.
He gazed into the cellar from all sides and points of view by turns, always lying down to it, as if there was some treasure, which he remembered, concealed between the stones, where there was absolutely nothing but a heap of bricks and ashes.
Sometimes the well dent is visible, where once a spring oozed; now dry and tearless grass; or it was covered deep--not to be discovered till some late day--with a flat stone under the sod, when the last of the race departed.
With his hospitable intellect he embraces children, beggars, insane, and scholars, and entertains the thought of all, adding to it commonly some breadth and elegance.
Having each some shingles of thought well dried, we sat and whittled them, trying our knives, and admiring the clear yellowish grain of the pumpkin pine.
I also heard the whooping of the ice in the pond, my great bed-fellow in that part of Concord, as if it were restless in its bed and would fain turn over, were troubled with flatulency and had dreams; or I was waked by the cracking of the ground by the frost, as if some one had driven a team against my door, and in the morning would find a crack in the earth a quarter of a mile long and a third of an inch wide.
(Lepus, levipes, light-foot, some think.)
Such a man has some right to fish, and I love to see nature carried out in him.
While men believe in the infinite some ponds will be thought to be bottomless.
One has suggested, that if such a "leach-hole" should be found, its connection with the meadow, if any existed, might be proved by conveying some colored powder or sawdust to the mouth of the hole, and then putting a strainer over the spring in the meadow, which would catch some of the particles carried through by the current.
I did not know whether they had come to sow a crop of winter rye, or some other kind of grain recently introduced from Iceland.
Like the water, the Walden ice, seen near at hand, has a green tint, but at a distance is beautifully blue, and you can easily tell it from the white ice of the river, or the merely greenish ice of some ponds, a quarter of a mile off.
They told me that they had some in the ice-houses at Fresh Pond five years old which was as good as ever.
As it flows it takes the forms of sappy leaves or vines, making heaps of pulpy sprays a foot or more in depth, and resembling, as you look down on them, the laciniated, lobed, and imbricated thalluses of some lichens; or you are reminded of coral, of leopard's paws or birds' feet, of brains or lungs or bowels, and excrements of all kinds.
For a week I heard the circling, groping clangor of some solitary goose in the foggy mornings, seeking its companion, and still peopling the woods with the sound of a larger life than they could sustain.
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?
Its eyry now some cliffy cloud.
We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander.
Even the bison, to some extent, keeps pace with the seasons cropping the pastures of the Colorado only till a greener and sweeter grass awaits him by the Yellowstone.
Yet some can be patriotic who have no self-respect, and sacrifice the greater to the less.
Some would find fault with the morning red, if they ever got up early enough.
Some are dinning in our ears that we Americans, and moderns generally, are intellectual dwarfs compared with the ancients, or even the Elizabethan men.
You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse.
But it is not the less necessary for this; for the people must have some complicated machinery or other, and hear its din, to satisfy that idea of government which they have.
It is not so important that many should be as good as you, as that there be some absolute goodness somewhere; for that will leaven the whole lump.
Can we not count upon some independent votes?
Some are petitioning the State to dissolve the Union, to disregard the requisitions of the President.
Some years ago, the State met me in behalf of the Church, and commanded me to pay a certain sum toward the support of a clergyman whose preaching my father attended, but never I myself.
I hear he has come on some inspection business, remarked the visitor.
The visitor, compelled to look on at this family scene, thought it necessary to take some part in it.
Sonya was sitting close to Nicholas who was copying out some verses for her, the first he had ever written.
He had now been for some days in Moscow and was staying as usual at his father's house.
"What is the matter with you, my dear?" she said crossly to the maid who kept her waiting some minutes.
Well, you see, Count, I want some money.
Nicholas sat at some distance from Sonya, beside Julie Karagina, to whom he was again talking with the same involuntary smile.
The card tables were drawn out, sets made up for boston, and the count's visitors settled themselves, some in the two drawing rooms, some in the sitting room, some in the library.
Yes, these verses Nicholas wrote himself and I copied some others, and she found them on my table and said she'd show them to Mamma, and that I was ungrateful, and that Mamma would never allow him to marry me, but that he'll marry Julie.
Halfway up the stairs they were almost knocked over by some men who, carrying pails, came running downstairs, their boots clattering.
The eldest princess followed him, and the priests and deacons and some servants also went in at the door.
Pierre paid no more attention to this occurrence than to the rest of what went on, having made up his mind once for all that what he saw happening around him that evening was in some way essential.
Anna Mikhaylovna looked attentively at the sick man's eyes, trying to guess what he wanted; she pointed first to Pierre, then to some drink, then named Prince Vasili in an inquiring whisper, then pointed to the quilt.
Dear princess, I beg and implore you, have some pity on him!
Here is some sort of Key to the Mysteries that your Heloise has sent you.
I never could understand the fondness some people have for confusing their minds by dwelling on mystical books that merely awaken their doubts and excite their imagination, giving them a bent for exaggeration quite contrary to Christian simplicity.
He explained how an army, ninety thousand strong, was to threaten Prussia so as to bring her out of her neutrality and draw her into the war; how part of that army was to join some Swedish forces at Stralsund; how two hundred and twenty thousand Austrians, with a hundred thousand Russians, were to operate in Italy and on the Rhine; how fifty thousand Russians and as many English were to land at Naples, and how a total force of five hundred thousand men was to attack the French from different sides.
I thought you were in your room, she said, for some reason blushing and dropping her eyes.
This very sentence about Countess Zubova and this same laugh Prince Andrew had already heard from his wife in the presence of others some five times.
Here are some jottings for you to read when I am gone.
Behind Kutuzov, at a distance that allowed every softly spoken word to be heard, followed some twenty men of his suite.
And from the different ranks some twenty men ran to the front.
"I say, come round some evening and we'll have a game of faro!" said Zherkov.
On returning from the review, Kutuzov took the Austrian general into his private room and, calling his adjutant, asked for some papers relating to the condition of the troops on their arrival, and the letters that had come from the Archduke Ferdinand, who was in command of the advanced army.
Some, a minority, acknowledged him to be different from themselves and from everyone else, expected great things of him, listened to him, admired, and imitated him, and with them Prince Andrew was natural and pleasant.
The general with the bandaged head bent forward as though running away from some danger, and, making long, quick strides with his thin legs, went up to Kutuzov.
If at least we had some women here; but there's nothing foh one to do but dwink.
"Wetched!" he muttered, throwing down a purse with some gold in it.
Denisov frowned and was about to shout some reply but stopped.
"Please, Denisov, let me lend you some: I have some, you know," said Rostov, blushing.
Really I have some, Rostov repeated.
And now, when one wants to smooth the thing over, some conceit prevents your apologizing, and you wish to make the whole affair public.
A Cossack who accompanied him had handed him a knapsack and a flask, and Nesvitski was treating some officers to pies and real doppelkummel.
The officers gladly gathered round him, some on their knees, some squatting Turkish fashion on the wet grass.
Then came some merry soldiers who had evidently been drinking.
A woman with an unweaned baby, an old woman, and a healthy German girl with bright red cheeks were sitting on some feather beds.
Nesvitski looked round and saw, some fifteen paces away but separated by the living mass of moving infantry, Vaska Denisov, red and shaggy, with his cap on the back of his black head and a cloak hanging jauntily over his shoulder.
"Don't kick up the dust, you infantry!" jested an hussar whose prancing horse had splashed mud over some foot soldiers.
An empty space of some seven hundred yards was all that separated them.
Rostov did not think what this call for stretchers meant; he ran on, trying only to be ahead of the others; but just at the bridge, not looking at the ground, he came on some sticky, trodden mud, stumbled, and fell on his hands.
Some of them were talking (he heard Russian words), others were eating bread; the more severely wounded looked silently, with the languid interest of sick children, at the envoy hurrying past them.
Bring us nice news of a victory by the Archduke Karl or Ferdinand (one archduke's as good as another, as you know) and even if it is only over a fire brigade of Bonaparte's, that will be another story and we'll fire off some cannon!
Franz, Bilibin's man, was dragging a portmanteau with some difficulty out of the front door.
Before returning to Bilibin's Prince Andrew had gone to a bookshop to provide himself with some books for the campaign, and had spent some time in the shop.
All along the sides of the road fallen horses were to be seen, some flayed, some not, and broken-down carts beside which solitary soldiers sat waiting for something, and again soldiers straggling from their companies, crowds of whom set off to the neighboring villages, or returned from them dragging sheep, fowls, hay, and bulging sacks.
Kutuzov with his transport had still to march for some days before he could reach Znaim.
A truce was Kutuzov's sole chance of gaining time, giving Bagration's exhausted troops some rest, and letting the transport and heavy convoys (whose movements were concealed from the French) advance if but one stage nearer Znaim.
"Yes, let's go in and I will get myself a roll and some cheese," said Prince Andrew who had not yet had time to eat anything.
Having ridden beyond the village, continually meeting and overtaking soldiers and officers of various regiments, they saw on their left some entrenchments being thrown up, the freshly dug clay of which showed up red.
Just behind it they came upon some dozens of soldiers, continually replaced by others, who ran from the entrenchment.
At Grunth also some apprehension and alarm could be felt, but the nearer Prince Andrew came to the French lines the more confident was the appearance of our troops.
He made some notes on two points, intending to mention them to Bagration.
"Well, stand us some of your herb vodka, Tushin," it said.
Crossing a road they descended a steep incline and saw several men lying on the ground; they also met a crowd of soldiers some of whom were unwounded.
Shots could be heard, but some way off.
"Ah, here are people coming," he thought joyfully, seeing some men running toward him.
"No, there's some mistake," thought he.
Behind these were some Russian sharpshooters.
Good-bye, my dear fellow! and for some unknown reason tears suddenly filled his eyes.
Tushin told them to give the man some water.
You might have taken some from the covering troops.
He was afraid of getting some other officer into trouble, and silently fixed his eyes on Bagration as a schoolboy who has blundered looks at an examiner.
The silence lasted some time.
Of these plans he had not merely one or two in his head but dozens, some only beginning to form themselves, some approaching achievement, and some in course of disintegration.
When he read that sentence, Pierre felt for the first time that some link which other people recognized had grown up between himself and Helene, and that thought both alarmed him, as if some obligation were being imposed on him which he could not fulfill, and pleased him as an entertaining supposition.
The beauty went to the aunt, but Anna Pavlovna detained Pierre, looking as if she had to give some final necessary instructions.
To each of them he made some careless and agreeable remark except to Pierre and Helene, whose presence he seemed not to notice.
At one end of the table, the old chamberlain was heard assuring an old baroness that he loved her passionately, at which she laughed; at the other could be heard the story of the misfortunes of some Mary Viktorovna or other.
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."
He was like a man entirely absorbed in some occupation.
The guests began to disperse, some without taking leave of Helene.
Some, as if unwilling to distract her from an important occupation, came up to her for a moment and made haste to go away, refusing to let her see them off.
"This happiness is not for you," some inner voice whispered to him.
Some of the nearest relatives had not yet left.
He regarded his whole life as a continual round of amusement which someone for some reason had to provide for him.
If she has no pride for herself she might at least have some for my sake!
"I expect you have guessed that Prince Vasili has not come and brought his pupil with him" (for some reason Prince Bolkonski referred to Anatole as a "pupil") "for the sake of my beautiful eyes.
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.
About some Denisov or other, though he himself, I dare say, is braver than any of them.
Boris rose to meet Rostov, but in doing so did not omit to steady and replace some chessmen that were falling.
I say, send for some wine.
"Yes, and I have some money and a letter to give you," he added.
Well, have you sent Gabriel for some wine?
It is some letter of recommendation... what the devil do I want it for!
He looked intently and inquiringly into his friend's eyes, evidently trying in vain to find the answer to some question.
Our stories have some weight, not like the stories of those fellows on the staff who get rewards without doing anything!
He longed to show that love in some way and knowing that this was impossible was ready to cry.
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.
Boris thanked him and went to the reception room, where he found some ten officers and generals.
"Yes, I was thinking"--for some reason Boris could not help blushing-- "of asking the commander-in-chief.
Let's dwink to dwown our gwief! shouted Denisov, who had settled down by the roadside with a flask and some food.
He was breathless with agitation, his face was red, and when he heard some French spoken he at once began speaking to the officers, addressing first one, then another.
Bolkonski took the opportunity to go in to get some details of the coming action from Dolgorukov.
On this knoll there was a white patch that Rostov could not at all make out: was it a glade in the wood lit up by the moon, or some unmelted snow, or some white houses?
Rostov, still looking round toward the fires and the shouts, rode with the sergeant to meet some mounted men who were riding along the line.
Shall I go with some of my hussars to see? replied Rostov.
Some more! a merry voice was saying in his soul.
"Tomorrow very likely I may be sent with some message to the Emperor," thought Rostov.
In front, far off on the farther shore of that sea of mist, some wooded hills were discernible, and it was there the enemy probably was, for something could be descried.
Higher up stood some Russian infantry, neither moving forward to protect the battery nor backward with the fleeing crowd.
In front he saw our artillerymen, some of whom were fighting, while others, having abandoned their guns, were running toward him.
After passing some Austrian troops he noticed that the next part of the line (the Guards) was already in action.
Hardly had the Horse Guards passed Rostov before he heard them shout, "Hurrah!" and looking back saw that their foremost ranks were mixed up with some foreign cavalry with red epaulets, probably French.
The highroad on which he had come out was thronged with caleches, carriages of all sorts, and Russian and Austrian soldiers of all arms, some wounded and some not.
They've all bolted long ago! said the soldier, laughing for some reason and shaking himself free.
Having left that soldier who was evidently drunk, Rostov stopped the horse of a batman or groom of some important personage and began to question him.
In the village of Hosjeradek there were Russian troops retiring from the field of battle, who though still in some confusion were less disordered.
Some said the report that the Emperor was wounded was correct, others that it was not, and explained the false rumor that had spread by the fact that the Emperor's carriage had really galloped from the field of battle with the pale and terrified Ober-Hofmarschal Count Tolstoy, who had ridden out to the battlefield with others in the Emperor's suite.
Only some carts and carriages were passing by.
Some time passed in silence, and then the same joke was repeated.
Dolokhov--now an officer--wounded in the arm, and on foot, with the regimental commander on horseback and some ten men of his company, represented all that was left of that whole regiment.
The ice, that had held under those on foot, collapsed in a great mass, and some forty men who were on it dashed, some forward and some back, drowning one another.
I'll tell you all about it some other time.
Sitting on the sofa with the little cushions on its arms, in what used to be his old schoolroom, and looking into Natasha's wildly bright eyes, Rostov re-entered that world of home and childhood which had no meaning for anyone else, but gave him some of the best joys of his life; and the burning of an arm with a ruler as a proof of love did not seem to him senseless, he understood and was not surprised at it.
Curving her arms, Natasha held out her skirts as dancers do, ran back a few steps, turned, cut a caper, brought her little feet sharply together, and made some steps on the very tips of her toes.
At that time, the Russians were so used to victories that on receiving news of the defeat some would simply not believe it, while others sought some extraordinary explanation of so strange an event.
Some of the most important old men were the center of groups which even strangers approached respectfully to hear the voices of well-known men.
Bagration was embarrassed, not wishing to avail himself of their courtesy, and this caused some delay at the doors, but after all he did at last enter first.
It was at first impossible to enter the drawing-room door for the crowd of members and guests jostling one another and trying to get a good look at Bagration over each other's shoulders, as if he were some rare animal.
On the salver lay some verses composed and printed in the hero's honor.
He winked at the butler, whispered directions to the footmen, and awaited each expected dish with some anxiety.
But those who knew him intimately noticed that some great change had come over him that day.
He seemed to see and hear nothing of what was going on around him and to be absorbed by some depressing and unsolved problem.
And the little princess began to cry capriciously like a suffering child and to wring her little hands even with some affectation.
Some women passing with quiet steps in and out of the bedroom glanced at the princess and turned away.
He covered his face with his hands and remained so for some minutes.
Those pranks in Petersburg when they played some tricks on a policeman, didn't they do it together?
As soon as he entered he noticed and felt the tension of the amorous air in the house, and also noticed a curious embarrassment among some of those present.
Dolokhov was a suitable and in some respects a brilliant match for the dowerless, orphan girl.
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.
Some twenty men were gathered round a table at which Dolokhov sat between two candles.
He tried, but failed, to find some joke with which to reply to Dolokhov's words.
"Gentlemen," said Dolokhov after he had dealt for some time.
Denisov, with sparkling eyes and ruffled hair, sat at the clavichord striking chords with his short fingers, his legs thrown back and his eyes rolling as he sang, with his small, husky, but true voice, some verses called "Enchantress," which he had composed, and to which he was trying to fit music:
Only they generally said this some time after she had finished singing.
I need some money.
And I," continued Pierre, "shot Dolokhov because I considered myself injured, and Louis XVI was executed because they considered him a criminal, and a year later they executed those who executed him--also for some reason.
Only by the inner purification of myself can I retain in some degree of purity the liquid I receive.
Pierre quickly took out his purse and watch, but could not manage for some time to get the wedding ring off his fat finger.
As he was being led up to some object he noticed a hesitation and uncertainty among his conductors.
The candles were then extinguished and some spirit lighted, as Pierre knew by the smell, and he was told that he would now see the lesser light.
Round a long table covered with black sat some twelve men in garments like those he had already seen.
Some of them Pierre had met in Petersburg society.
For some time he engrossed the general attention, and Anna Pavlovna felt that the novelty she had served up was received with pleasure by all her visitors.
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.
"If you please, your excellency, Petrusha has brought some papers," said one of the nursemaids to Prince Andrew who was sitting on a child's little chair while, frowning and with trembling hands, he poured drops from a medicine bottle into a wineglass half full of water.
He threw the mixture onto the floor and asked for some more water.
He drew the curtain aside and for some time his frightened, restless eyes could not find the baby.
In Kiev Pierre found some people he knew, and strangers hastened to make his acquaintance and joyfully welcomed the rich newcomer, the largest landowner of the province.
Some domestic serfs Pierre met, in reply to inquiries as to where the prince lived, pointed out a small newly built lodge close to the pond.
At last the conversation gradually settled on some of the topics at first lightly touched on: their past life, plans for the future, Pierre's journeys and occupations, the war, and so on.
Prince Andrew spoke with some animation and interest only of the new homestead he was constructing and its buildings, but even here, while on the scaffolding, in the midst of a talk explaining the future arrangements of the house, he interrupted himself:
Pierre blushed, as he always did when it was mentioned, and said hurriedly: I will tell you some time how it all happened.
Some new relics? asked Prince Andrew.
In April the Pavlograds were stationed immovably for some weeks near a totally ruined and deserted German village.
When spring came on, the soldiers found a plant just showing out of the ground that looked like asparagus, which, for some reason, they called "Mashka's sweet root."
The younger ones occupied themselves as before, some playing cards (there was plenty of money, though there was no food), some with more innocent games, such as quoits and skittles.
Rostov brought them to his quarters, placed them in his own lodging, and kept them for some weeks while the old man was recovering.
And I saw with my own eyes how Lazarchuk bwought some fwom the fields.
In answer to Rostov's inquiry where he was going, he answered vaguely and crossly that he had some business.
In the middle of the game, the officers saw some wagons approaching with fifteen hussars on their skinny horses behind them.
When Rostov asked what was the matter, he only uttered some incoherent oaths and threats in a hoarse, feeble voice.
Alarmed at Denisov's condition, Rostov suggested that he should undress, drink some water, and send for the doctor.
In answer to Rostov's renewed questions, Denisov said, laughing, that he thought he remembered that some other fellow had got mixed up in it, but that it was all nonsense and rubbish, and he did not in the least fear any kind of trial, and that if those scoundrels dared attack him he would give them an answer that they would not easily forget.
The assistant asked some further questions.
Some five of us doctors have died in this place....
It's well that the charitable Prussian ladies send us two pounds of coffee and some lint each month or we should be lost! he laughed.
He was knocking the back of his head against the floor, hoarsely uttering some word which he kept repeating.
"Get him to his place and give him some water," said Rostov, pointing to the Cossack.
His neighbor on the other side, who lay motionless some distance from him with his head thrown back, was a young soldier with a snub nose.
Some were walking about the rooms in hospital dressing gowns.
How are you, how are you? he called out, still in the same voice as in the regiment, but Rostov noticed sadly that under this habitual ease and animation some new, sinister, hidden feeling showed itself in the expression of Denisov's face and the intonations of his voice.
Forgetting the danger of being recognized, Rostov went close to the porch, together with some inquisitive civilians, and again, after two years, saw those features he adored: that same face and same look and step, and the same union of majesty and mildness....
He spoke a few words to some of the generals, and, recognizing the former commander of Rostov's division, smiled and beckoned to him.
All the suite drew back and Rostov saw the general talking for some time to the Emperor.
But receiving no orders, he remained for some time in that rigid position.
Peter the footman made some remark to the coachman; the latter assented.
He heard merry girlish cries behind some trees on the right and saw a group of girls running to cross the path of his caleche.
Beneath the trees grew some kind of lush, wet, bushy vegetation with silver-lit leaves and stems here and there.
Two girlish voices sang a musical passage--the end of some song.
Sonya made some reluctant reply.
Somewhere a storm was gathering, but only a small cloud had scattered some raindrops lightly, sprinkling the road and the sappy leaves.
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.
Some walked thoughtfully up and down, others whispered and laughed.
As happens to some people, especially to men who judge those near to them severely, he always on meeting anyone new-- especially anyone whom, like Speranski, he knew by reputation--expected to discover in him the perfection of human qualities.
"I think, however, that these condemnations have some ground," returned Prince Andrew, trying to resist Speranski's influence, of which he began to be conscious.
"And of state interest to some extent," said Prince Andrew.
Parties were formed, some accusing Pierre of Illuminism, others supporting him.
I ate and drank moderately and after dinner copied out some passages for the Brothers.
In 1809 he was a captain in the Guards, wore medals, and held some special lucrative posts in Petersburg.
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.
I have my position in the service, she has connections and some means.
Before Sonya and her mother, if Boris happened to be mentioned, she spoke quite freely of that episode as of some childish, long-forgotten matter that was not worth mentioning.
He drove to their house in some agitation.
I'll tell you some things about myself.
Here is some scent.
"There are some like ourselves and some worse," she thought.
And he's hand in glove with Speranski, writing some project or other.
Some ladies, with faces betraying complete forgetfulness of all the rules of decorum, pushed forward to the detriment of their toilets.
Having sat some time at table, Speranski corked a bottle of wine and, remarking, "Nowadays good wine rides in a carriage and pair," passed it to the servant and got up.
Berg explained so clearly why he wanted to collect at his house a small but select company, and why this would give him pleasure, and why though he grudged spending money on cards or anything harmful, he was prepared to run into some expense for the sake of good society--that Pierre could not refuse, and promised to come.
She was sitting by her sister at the tea table, and reluctantly, without looking at him, made some reply to Boris who sat down beside her.
The countess looked with sad and sternly serious eyes at Prince Andrew when he talked to Natasha and timidly started some artificial conversation about trifles as soon as he looked her way.
Read them... said her mother, thoughtfully, referring to some verses Prince Andrew had written in Natasha's album.
"How charming that Natasha is!" she said again, speaking as some third, collective, male person.
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.
Natasha, afraid that her brother would do something dreadful, had followed him in some excitement.
"I don't understand," continued Ilagin, "how some sportsmen can be so jealous about game and dogs.
Some five male domestic serfs, big and little, rushed out to the front porch to meet their master.
Really very good! said Nicholas with some unintentional superciliousness, as if ashamed to confess that the sounds pleased him very much.
Yes, go to the yard and fetch a fowl, please, a cock, and you, Misha, bring me some oats.
She could not see people unconcernedly, but had to send them on some errand.
Once in the regiment I had not gone to some merrymaking where there was music... and suddenly I felt so depressed...
Do you remember when I was punished once about some plums?
Before Natasha had finished singing, fourteen-year-old Petya rushed in delightedly, to say that some mummers had arrived.
The mummers (some of the house serfs) dressed up as bears, Turks, innkeepers, and ladies--frightening and funny--bringing in with them the cold from outside and a feeling of gaiety, crowded, at first timidly, into the anteroom, then hiding behind one another they pushed into the ballroom where, shyly at first and then more and more merrily and heartily, they started singing, dancing, and playing Christmas games.
"Yes, yes!" some voices answered, laughing.
But here was a fairy forest with black moving shadows, and a glitter of diamonds and a flight of marble steps and the silver roofs of fairy buildings and the shrill yells of some animals.
I know by the horses, replied some voices.
"Here, hand some fruit jelly to the Turk!" she ordered the butler who was handing things round.
Halfway lay some snow-covered piles of firewood and across and along them a network of shadows from the bare old lime trees fell on the snow and on the path.
The log walls of the barn and its snow-covered roof, that looked as if hewn out of some precious stone, sparkled in the moonlight.
The count was more perturbed than ever by the condition of his affairs, which called for some decisive action.
Sometimes he remembered how he had heard that soldiers in war when entrenched under the enemy's fire, if they have nothing to do, try hard to find some occupation the more easily to bear the danger.
To her consternation she detected in herself in relation to little Nicholas some symptoms of her father's irritability.
I have thought it over, and it will be carried out--we must part; so find some place for yourself....
If only some fool would marry her!
Bring some rum for tea!...
You know not a day passes now without some new fashion....
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.
Oh, better not think of it--not till he comes back! she told herself, and began looking at the faces, some strange and some familiar, in the stalls.
Some latecomers took their seats in the stalls, and the curtain rose.
The floor of the stage consisted of smooth boards, at the sides was some painted cardboard representing trees, and at the back was a cloth stretched over boards.
In the center of the stage sat some girls in red bodices and white skirts.
Shinshin, lowering his voice, began to tell the count of some intrigue of Kuragin's in Moscow, and Natasha tried to overhear it just because he had said she was "charmante."
In the fourth act there was some sort of devil who sang waving his arm about, till the boards were withdrawn from under him and he disappeared down below.
There was talk of his intrigues with some of the ladies, and he flirted with a few of them at the balls.
In some places she raised her voice, in others she whispered, lifting her head triumphantly; sometimes she paused and uttered hoarse sounds, rolling her eyes.
I love him! thought Natasha, reading the letter for the twentieth time and finding some peculiarly deep meaning in each word of it.
Then suddenly it became clear to Sonya that Natasha had some dreadful plan for that evening.
In his large study, the walls of which were hung to the ceiling with Persian rugs, bearskins, and weapons, sat Dolokhov in a traveling cloak and high boots, at an open desk on which lay an abacus and some bundles of paper money.
Balaga was a famous troyka driver who had known Dolokhov and Anatole some six years and had given them good service with his troykas.
He liked giving a painful lash on the neck to some peasant who, more dead than alive, was already hurrying out of his way.
Why carry you off as if you were some gypsy singing girl?...
Marya Dmitrievna went on admonishing her for some time, enjoining on her that it must all be kept from her father and assuring her that nobody would know anything about it if only Natasha herself would undertake to forget it all and not let anyone see that something had happened.
He went to Tver to see Joseph Alexeevich's widow, who had long since promised to hand over to him some papers of her deceased husband's.
Yet some fate constantly threw them together.
Some days after Anatole's departure Pierre received a note from Prince Andrew, informing him of his arrival and asking him to come to see him.
Millions of men, renouncing their human feelings and reason, had to go from west to east to slay their fellows, just as some centuries previously hordes of men had come from the east to the west, slaying their fellows.
Some of the horses were drowned and some of the men; the others tried to swim on, some in the saddle and some clinging to their horses' manes.
Some of the horses were drowned and some of the men; the others tried to swim on, some in the saddle and some clinging to their horses' manes.
Some forty uhlans were drowned in the river, though boats were sent to their assistance.
The colonel and some of his men got across and with difficulty clambered out on the further bank.
But the Emperor and Balashev passed out into the illuminated garden without noticing Arakcheev who, holding his sword and glancing wrathfully around, followed some twenty paces behind them.
After some minutes, the gentleman-in-waiting who was on duty came into the great reception room and, bowing politely, asked Balashev to follow him.
Balashev remembered these words, "So long as a single armed foe remains on Russian soil," but some complex feeling restrained him.
He looked compassionately at Balashev, and as soon as the latter tried to make some rejoinder hastily interrupted him.
"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!
Another who wished to gain some advantage would attract the Emperor's attention by loudly advocating the very thing the Emperor had hinted at the day before, and would dispute and shout at the council, beating his breast and challenging those who did not agree with him to duels, thereby proving that he was prepared to sacrifice himself for the common good.
The Emperor was following him, and Bennigsen had hastened on to make some preparations and to be ready to receive the sovereign.
Some disputed his arguments, others defended them.
If they regretted having to retreat, it was only because they had to leave billets they had grown accustomed to, or some pretty young Polish lady.
In the tavern, before which stood the doctor's covered cart, there were already some five officers.
Rostov received his tumbler, and adding some rum to it asked Mary Hendrikhovna to stir it.
Seeing his gloomy face as he frowned at his wife, the officers grew still merrier, and some of them could not refrain from laughter, for which they hurriedly sought plausible pretexts.
Still laughing and talking, the officers began hurriedly getting ready and again boiled some muddy water in the samovar.
Some hussars who galloped up disengaged his foot and helped him into the saddle.
The doctors were of use to Natasha because they kissed and rubbed her bump, assuring her that it would soon pass if only the coachman went to the chemist's in the Arbat and got a powder and some pills in a pretty box for a ruble and seventy kopeks, and if she took those powders in boiled water at intervals of precisely two hours, neither more nor less.
The gates of the sanctuary screen were closed, the curtain was slowly drawn, and from behind it a soft mysterious voice pronounced some words.
Take me, take me! prayed Natasha, with impatient emotion in her heart, not crossing herself but letting her slender arms hang down as if expecting some invisible power at any moment to take her and deliver her from herself, from her regrets, desires, remorse, hopes, and sins.
Petya decided to go straight to where the Emperor was and to explain frankly to some gentleman-in-waiting (he imagined the Emperor to be always surrounded by gentlemen-in-waiting) that he, Count Rostov, in spite of his youth wished to serve his country; that youth could be no hindrance to loyalty, and that he was ready to...
After standing some time in the gateway, Petya tried to move forward in front of the others without waiting for all the carriages to pass, and he began resolutely working his way with his elbows, but the woman just in front of him, who was the first against whom he directed his efforts, angrily shouted at him:
Two young citizens were joking with some serf girls who were cracking nuts.
He sprang forward and upset an old woman who was catching at a biscuit; the old woman did not consider herself defeated though she was lying on the ground--she grabbed at some biscuits but her hand did not reach them.
The assembled nobles all took off their uniforms and settled down again in their homes and clubs, and not without some groans gave orders to their stewards about the enrollment, feeling amazed themselves at what they had done.
They say the other day Matthew Ivanych Platov drove them into the river Marina and drowned some eighteen thousand in one day.
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.
When she changed her position so that his left eye could see her face he calmed down, not taking his eyes off her for some seconds.
One instance, which had occurred some twenty years before, was a movement among the peasants to emigrate to some unknown "warm rivers."
Many of them were punished, some sent to Siberia, many died of cold and hunger on the road, many returned of their own accord, and the movement died down of itself just as it had sprung up, without apparent reason.
Alpatych named others, but they too, according to Dron, had no horses available: some horses were carting for the government, others were too weak, and others had died for want of fodder.
As it is, some go three days without eating.
She also knew that neither her father nor her brother would refuse to help the peasants in need, she only feared to make some mistake in speaking about the distribution of the grain she wished to give.
You're making some mistake.
Some of the men bared their heads, others stared at the new arrivals without doffing their caps.
Two tall old peasants with wrinkled faces and scanty beards emerged from the tavern, smiling, staggering, and singing some incoherent song, and approached the officers.
Some of the peasants said that these new arrivals were Russians and might take it amiss that the mistress was being detained.
Two orderlies, a courier and a major-domo, stood near by, some ten paces from Prince Andrew, availing themselves of Kutuzov's absence and of the fine weather.
As often occurs with old men, it was only after some seconds that the impression produced by Prince Andrew's face linked itself up with Kutuzov's remembrance of his personality.
He embraced Prince Andrew, pressing him to his fat breast, and for some time did not let him go.
He took some gold pieces from his trouser pocket and put them on the dish for her.
But the advisers n'entendent pas de cette oreille, voila le mal. * Some want a thing--others don't.
In the corner room at the club, members gathered to read these broadsheets, and some liked the way Karpushka jeered at the French, saying: They will swell up with Russian cabbage, burst with our buckwheat porridge, and choke themselves with cabbage soup.
Let me have some more strips of linen.
How easily some people get over everything!
She was surrounded, and they wanted to kill her and had wounded some of her people.
You know some decision must be come to.
He's cook to some prince.
Some people began to laugh, others continued to watch in dismay the executioner who was undressing the other man.
And by some latent sequence of thought the descent of the Mozhaysk hill, the carts with the wounded, the ringing bells, the slanting rays of the sun, and the songs of the cavalrymen vividly recurred to his mind.
Some of them were digging, others were wheeling barrowloads of earth along planks, while others stood about doing nothing.
From above on the left, bisecting that amphitheater, wound the Smolensk highroad, passing through a village with a white church some five hundred paces in front of the knoll and below it.
Pierre pointed to another knoll in the distance with a big tree on it, near a village that lay in a hollow where also some campfires were smoking and something black was visible.
Pierre stopped some thirty paces from Kutuzov, talking to Boris.
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.
Then they rode downhill and uphill, across a ryefield trodden and beaten down as if by hail, following a track freshly made by the artillery over the furrows of the plowed land, and reached some fleches * which were still being dug.
In the middle of the wood a brown hare with white feet sprang out and, scared by the tramp of the many horses, grew so confused that it leaped along the road in front of them for some time, arousing general attention and laughter, and only when several voices shouted at it did it dart to one side and disappear in the thicket.
In front of Tuchkov's troops was some high ground not occupied by troops.
Some of the generals expressed the same opinion.
Through a gap in the broken wall he could see, beside the wooden fence, a row of thirty year-old birches with their lower branches lopped off, a field on which shocks of oats were standing, and some bushes near which rose the smoke of campfires-- the soldiers' kitchens.
I believed in some ideal love which was to keep her faithful to me for the whole year of my absence!
For some time he stood in silence considering whether he should follow him or go away.
Fabvier, not entering the tent, remained at the entrance talking to some generals of his acquaintance.
It was a portrait, painted in bright colors by Gerard, of the son borne to Napoleon by the daughter of the Emperor of Austria, the boy whom for some reason everyone called "The King of Rome."
Having ordered punch and summoned de Beausset, he began to talk to him about Paris and about some changes he meant to make in the Empress' household, surprising the prefect by his memory of minute details relating to the court.
Having descended the hill the general after whom Pierre was galloping turned sharply to the left, and Pierre, losing sight of him, galloped in among some ranks of infantry marching ahead of him.
He tried to pass either in front of them or to the right or left, but there were soldiers everywhere, all with the same preoccupied expression and busy with some unseen but evidently important task.
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.
"One moment, one moment!" replied the adjutant, and riding up to a stout colonel who was standing in the meadow, he gave him some message and then addressed Pierre.
"Now then, you foxes!" said another, laughing at some militiamen who, stooping low, entered the battery to carry away the wounded man.
Some militiamen who were entering the battery ran back.
The sergeant ran up to the officer and in a frightened whisper informed him (as a butler at dinner informs his master that there is no more of some wine asked for) that there were no more charges.
He saw the senior officer lying on the earth wall with his back turned as if he were examining something down below and that one of the soldiers he had noticed before was struggling forward shouting "Brothers!" and trying to free himself from some men who were holding him by the arm.
For some seconds they gazed with frightened eyes at one another's unfamiliar faces and both were perplexed at what they had done and what they were to do next.
Crowds of wounded- -some known to Pierre and some unknown--Russians and French, with faces distorted by suffering, walked, crawled, and were carried on stretchers from the battery.
There were many dead whom he did not know, but some he recognized.
But not only was it impossible to make out what was happening from where he was standing down below, or from the knoll above on which some of his generals had taken their stand, but even from the fleches themselves--in which by this time there were now Russian and now French soldiers, alternately or together, dead, wounded, alive, frightened, or maddened-- even at those fleches themselves it was impossible to make out what was taking place.
Then you do not think, like some others, that we must retreat?
Some built little houses of the tufts in the plowed ground, or plaited baskets from the straw in the cornfield.
When men were killed or wounded, when rows of stretchers went past, when some troops retreated, and when great masses of the enemy came into view through the smoke, no one paid any attention to these things.
But when our artillery or cavalry advanced or some of our infantry were seen to move forward, words of approval were heard on all sides.
Some crows, scenting blood, flew among the birch trees cawing impatiently.
After turning his head from right to left for some time, he sighed and looked down.
At the dressing stations the grass and earth were soaked with blood for a space of some three acres around.
It is merely necessary to select some larger or smaller unit as the subject of observation--as criticism has every right to do, seeing that whatever unit history observes must always be arbitrarily selected.
Men leave their customary pursuits, hasten from one side of Europe to the other, plunder and slaughter one another, triumph and are plunged in despair, and for some years the whole course of life is altered and presents an intensive movement which first increases and then slackens.
The activity of a commander-in-chief does not at all resemble the activity we imagine to ourselves when we sit at ease in our studies examining some campaign on the map, with a certain number of troops on this and that side in a certain known locality, and begin our plans from some given moment.
Those who entered went up one by one to the field marshal; he pressed the hands of some and nodded to others.
Beside him sat Uvarov, who with rapid gesticulations was giving him some information, speaking in low tones as they all did.
Some of you will not agree with me.
Some of the generals, in low tones and in a strain very different from the way they had spoken during the council, communicated something to their commander-in-chief.
"You should take some rest, your Serene Highness," replied Schneider.
"Oh, he loves me so!" said Helene, who for some reason imagined that Pierre too loved her.
In the middle of the night three soldiers, having brought some firewood, settled down near him and began lighting a fire.
"And who may you be?" one of them suddenly asked Pierre, evidently meaning what Pierre himself had in mind, namely: "If you want to eat we'll give you some food, only let us know whether you are an honest man."
Above Pierre's head some pigeons, disturbed by the movement he had made in sitting up, fluttered under the dark roof of the penthouse.
Your excellency! some voice was repeating.
In the streets, around carts that were to take some of the wounded away, shouts, curses, and blows could be heard.
Tomorrow after dinner I shall take the Iberian icon of the Mother of God to the wounded in the Catherine Hospital where we will have some water blessed.
But evidently they had come to some understanding.
He attended some lectures somewhere and imagines that the devil is no match for him.
He found some scoundrel of a painter...
The yard was crowded with peasant carts, some loaded high and already corded up, others still empty.
Natasha quietly repeated her question, and her face and whole manner were so serious, though she was still holding the ends of her handkerchief, that the major ceased smiling and after some reflection-- as if considering in how far the thing was possible--replied in the affirmative.
Mavra Kuzminichna has sent me: they have brought some wounded here--officers.
"Papa, is it all right--I've invited some of the wounded into the house?" said Natasha.
"These aren't needed," said she, putting aside some plates of Kiev ware.
An enormous crowd of factory hands, house serfs, and peasants, with whom some officials, seminarists, and gentry were mingled, had gone early that morning to the Three Hills.
Count, be so good as to allow me... for God's sake, to get into some corner of one of your carts!
Well, what of it... do what's necessary... said the count, muttering some indefinite order.
"Well, never mind, some of the things can be unloaded," he added in a soft, confidential voice, as though afraid of being overheard.
If you have no pity on me, have some for the children.
Natasha watched him with an intent gaze that confused him, as if she were trying to find in his face the answer to some question.
Natasha left the room with her father and, as if finding it difficult to reach some decision, first followed him and then ran downstairs.
Then the count embraced Mavra Kuzminichna and Vasilich, who were to remain in Moscow, and while they caught at his hand and kissed his shoulder he patted their backs lightly with some vaguely affectionate and comforting words.
(The most precious ones, with which some family tradition was connected, were being taken with them.)
When he woke up on the morning after his return to Moscow and his interview with Count Rostopchin, he could not for some time make out where he was and what was expected of him.
But there were some carriages waiting, and as soon as Pierre stepped out of the gate the coachmen and the yard porter noticed him and raised their caps to him.
"He will have to be told, all the same," said some gentlemen of the suite.
In a third place a crowd of bees, crushing one another, attack some victim and fight and smother it, and the victim, enfeebled or killed, drops from above slowly and lightly as a feather, among the heap of corpses.
While the troops, dividing into two parts when passing around the Kremlin, were thronging the Moskva and the Stone bridges, a great many soldiers, taking advantage of the stoppage and congestion, turned back from the bridges and slipped stealthily and silently past the church of Vasili the Beatified and under the Borovitski gate, back up the hill to the Red Square where some instinct told them they could easily take things not belonging to them.
Among the soldiers in the shops and passages some men were to be seen in gray coats, with closely shaven heads.
Some soldiers started running away in a group.
On benches round the tables in a dirty little room sat some ten factory hands.
Tipsy and perspiring, with dim eyes and wide-open mouths, they were all laboriously singing some song or other.
These men, who under the leadership of the tall lad were drinking in the dramshop that morning, had brought the publican some skins from the factory and for this had had drink served them.
As if this action had some mysterious and menacing significance, the workmen surrounding the publican paused in indecision.
You'd better listen to what people are saying, said some of the mob pointing to the tall youth.
Your excellency, there are some political prisoners, Meshkov, Vereshchagin...
Some beat and tore at Vereshchagin, others at the tall youth.
Only at the end of it, in front of the almshouse and the lunatic asylum, could be seen some people in white and others like them walking singly across the field shouting and gesticulating.
A general who was standing by the guns shouted some words of command to the officer, and the latter ran back again with his men.
Some of them were sabered and the Kremlin was purged of their presence.
Makar Alexeevich, frowning with exertion, held on to the pistol and screamed hoarsely, evidently with some heroic fancy in his head.
"Yes, and some wine," answered the captain.
Morel, the orderly, brought some hot water in a saucepan and placed a bottle of claret in it.
The captain went out into the porch and gave some orders in a loud voice.
His eyes shone and his mustache twitched as if he were smiling to himself at some amusing thought.
"Onterkoff," said the captain and looked at Pierre for some seconds with laughing eyes.
No one replied to this remark and for some time they all gazed silently at the spreading flames of the second fire in the distance.
"I only ran out to get some water," said Mishka.
Madame Schoss and the two girls were to sleep on some hay on the floor.
They gave Prince Andrew some tea.
At the same time he felt that above his face, above the very middle of it, some strange airy structure was being erected out of slender needles or splinters, to the sound of this whispered music.
In that world some structure was still being erected and did not fall, something was still stretching out, and the candle with its red halo was still burning, and the same shirtlike sphinx lay near the door; but besides all this something creaked, there was a whiff of fresh air, and a new white sphinx appeared, standing at the door.
At the gate of one house three Frenchmen, who were explaining something to some Russians who did not understand them, stopped Pierre asking if he did not know French.
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.
Get along! said several voices, and one of the soldiers, evidently afraid that Pierre might want to take from them some of the plate and bronzes that were in the drawer, moved threateningly toward him.
Pierre was seized by a sense of horror and repulsion such as he had experienced when touching some nasty little animal.
She had now become quiet and, clinging with her little hands to Pierre's coat, sat on his arm gazing about her like some little wild animal.
She was sitting on some bundles a little behind the old woman, and looked from under her long lashes with motionless, large, almond-shaped eyes at the ground before her.
He had for some seconds been intently watching what was going on a few steps away.
She had fallen ill unexpectedly a few days previously, had missed several gatherings of which she was usually ornament, and was said to be receiving no one, and instead of the celebrated Petersburg doctors who usually attended her had entrusted herself to some Italian doctor who was treating her in some new and unusual way.
General events involuntarily group themselves around some particular incident.
He bent his head and was silent for some time.
A few days before the battle of Borodino, Nicholas received the necessary money and warrants, and having sent some hussars on in advance, he set out with post horses for Voronezh.
The landowner to whom Nicholas went was a bachelor, an old cavalryman, a horse fancier, a sportsman, the possessor of some century-old brandy and some old Hungarian wine, who had a snuggery where he smoked, and who owned some splendid horses.
There were a great many ladies and some of Nicholas' Moscow acquaintances, but there were no men who could at all vie with the cavalier of St. George, the hussar remount officer, the good-natured and well-bred Count Rostov.
That evening Nicholas did not go out, but stayed at home to settle some accounts with the horse dealers.
Tears were in his eyes and in his throat when the door opened and Lavrushka came in with some papers.
On all sides there were waste spaces with only stoves and chimney stacks still standing, and here and there the blackened walls of some brick houses.
For some seconds they looked at one another, and that look saved Pierre.
A system of some sort was killing him--Pierre--depriving him of life, of everything, annihilating him.
There was some smoke, and the Frenchmen were doing something near the pit, with pale faces and trembling hands.
He swayed like a drunken man, taking some steps forward and back to save himself from falling.
They took him to the upper end of the field, where there were some sheds built of charred planks, beams, and battens, and led him into one of them.
In the darkness some twenty different men surrounded Pierre.
He took a potato, drew out his clasp knife, cut the potato into two equal halves on the palm of his hand, sprinkled some salt on it from the rag, and handed it to Pierre.
Eat some like that!
There were some twenty of us lying there.
And indeed he only had to lie down, to fall asleep like a stone, and he only had to shake himself, to be ready without a moment's delay for some work, just as children are ready to play directly they awake.
When he related anything it was generally some old and evidently precious memory of his "Christian" life, as he called his peasant existence.
But there are laws directing events, and some of these laws are known to us while we are conscious of others we cannot comprehend.
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.
Some columns, supposing they had reached their destination, halted, piled arms, and settled down on the cold ground, but the majority marched all night and arrived at places where they evidently should not have been.
All this had to be dealt with, the prisoners and guns secured, the booty divided--not without some shouting and even a little fighting among themselves--and it was on this that the Cossacks all busied themselves.
And his division remained under fire for some time quite uselessly.
The whole battle consisted in what Orlov-Denisov's Cossacks had done: the rest of the army merely lost some hundreds of men uselessly.
"That's how everything is done with us, all topsy-turvy!" said the Russian officers and generals after the Tarutino battle, letting it be understood that some fool there is doing things all wrong but that we ourselves should not have done so, just as people speak today.
Some of the prisoners who had heard Pierre talking to the corporal immediately asked what the Frenchman had said.
"It's good, quite good, thank you," said the Frenchman, in French, "but there must be some linen left over."
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.
The corporal frowned at Pierre's words and, uttering some meaningless oaths, slammed the door.
Davout's troops, in whose charge were the prisoners, were crossing the Crimean bridge and some were already debouching into the Kaluga road.
They advanced the few hundred paces that separated the bridge from the Kaluga road, taking more than an hour to do so, and came out upon the square where the streets of the Transmoskva ward and the Kaluga road converge, and the prisoners jammed close together had to stand for some hours at that crossway.
Why, those are settings taken from some icons, by heaven!...
All these people and horses seemed driven forward by some invisible power.
Several soldiers ran toward the cart from different sides: some beat the carriage horses on their heads, turning them aside, others fought among themselves, and Pierre saw that one German was badly wounded on the head by a sword.
Some Cossacks of Dokhturov's detachment reported having sighted the French Guards marching along the road to Borovsk.
The lesson of the Tarutino battle and of the day before it, which Kutuzov remembered with pain, must, he thought, have some effect on others too.
Some Cossacks on the prowl for booty fell in with the Emperor and very nearly captured him.
In military affairs the strength of an army is the product of its mass and some unknown x.
But this rule which leaves out of account the spirit of the army continually proves incorrect and is in particularly striking contrast to the facts when some strong rise or fall in the spirit of the troops occurs, as in all national wars.
There were some that adopted all the army methods and had infantry, artillery, staffs, and the comforts of life.
Besides Denisov and Dolokhov (who also led a small party and moved in Denisov's vicinity), the commanders of some large divisions with staffs also knew of this convoy and, as Denisov expressed it, were sharpening their teeth for it.
To the left of the road between Mikulino and Shamshevo there were large forests, extending in some places up to the road itself though in others a mile or more back from it.
Behind them along the narrow, sodden, cutup forest road came hussars in threes and fours, and then Cossacks: some in felt cloaks, some in French greatcoats, and some with horsecloths over their heads.
Denisov, Petya, and the esaul, accompanied by some Cossacks and the hussar who had the prisoner, rode to the left across a ravine to the edge of the forest.
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.
Tikhon followed behind and Petya heard the Cossacks laughing with him and at him, about some pair of boots he had thrown into the bushes.
In the passage of the small watchhouse a Cossack with sleeves rolled up was chopping some mutton.
I have some raisins, fine ones; you know, seedless ones.
Would you like some?... and Petya ran out into the passage to his Cossack and brought back some bags which contained about five pounds of raisins.
Have some, gentlemen, have some!
I have brought some with me, here they are"--and he showed a bag--"a hundred flints.
But he fingered the money in his pocket and wondered whether it would seem ridiculous to give some to the drummer boy.
The arrival of Dolokhov diverted Petya's attention from the drummer boy, to whom Denisov had had some mutton and vodka given, and whom he had had dressed in a Russian coat so that he might be kept with their band and not sent away with the other prisoners.
For some seconds all were silent.
We'll do some service tomorrow, said he, sniffing its nostrils and kissing it.
"Well, you should get some sleep now," said the Cossack.
I brought some with me.
Some fellows do things just anyhow, without preparation, and then they're sorry for it afterwards.
Some are, and some aren't--like us.
Some are, and some aren't--like us.
"Ozheg-zheg, Ozheg-zheg..." hissed the saber against the whetstone, and suddenly Petya heard an harmonious orchestra playing some unknown, sweetly solemn hymn.
The esaul gave some orders to his men.
Vasili Dmitrich, entrust me with some commission!
A volley was heard, and some bullets whistled past, while others plashed against something.
They understood that the saddles and Junot's spoon might be of some use, but that cold and hungry soldiers should have to stand and guard equally cold and hungry Russians who froze and lagged behind on the road (in which case the order was to shoot them) was not merely incomprehensible but revolting.
Karataev had told it to him alone some half-dozen times and always with a specially joyful emotion.
Several officers formed a group and some soldiers crowded round them.
Pierre went up to the fire, ate some roast horseflesh, lay down with his back to the fire, and immediately fell asleep.
Beyond Smolensk there were several different roads available for the French, and one would have thought that during their stay of four days they might have learned where the enemy was, might have arranged some more advantageous plan and undertaken something new.
Grand is the characteristic, in their conception, of some special animals called "heroes."
As soon as anyone entered she got up quickly, changed her position and expression, and picked up a book or some sewing, evidently waiting impatiently for the intruder to go.
"My darling Mummy!" she repeated, straining all the power of her love to find some way of taking on herself the excess of grief that crushed her mother.
Won't you have some tea?
Only by following at some distance could one cut across the zigzag path of the French.
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.
"What were you saying?" he asked the general, who continuing his report directed the commander-in-chief's attention to some standards captured from the French and standing in front of the Preobrazhensk regiment.
Like some huge many-limbed animal, the regiment began to prepare its lair and its food.
Some fifteen men with merry shouts were shaking down the high wattle wall of a shed, the roof of which had already been removed.
Some twenty men of the Sixth Company who were on their way into the village joined the haulers, and the wattle wall, which was about thirty- five feet long and seven feet high, moved forward along the village street, swaying, pressing upon and cutting the shoulders of the gasping men.
They beat the tattoo, called the roll, had supper, and settled down round the fires for the night--some repairing their footgear, some smoking pipes, and some stripping themselves naked to steam the lice out of their shirts.
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.
"And you, Jackdaw, go and fetch some wood!" said he to another soldier.
"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."
We shall want some more wood.
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.
When Morel had drunk some vodka and finished his bowl of porridge he suddenly became unnaturally merry and chattered incessantly to the soldiers, who could not understand him.
Do you want some more to eat?
Give him some porridge: it takes a long time to get filled up after starving.
They gave him some more porridge and Morel with a laugh set to work on his third bowl.
Some Russians even did that, but they were exceptions.
In spite of the severe frost some hundred generals and staff officers in full parade uniform stood in front of the castle, as well as a guard of honor of the Semenov regiment.
Just then he was only anxious to get away as quickly as possible from places where people were killing one another, to some peaceful refuge where he could recover himself, rest, and think over all the strange new facts he had learned; but on reaching Orel he immediately fell ill.
There was now within him a judge who by some rule unknown to him decided what should or should not be done.
At the same time that he refused the colonel's demand he made up his mind that he must have recourse to artifice when leaving Orel, to induce the Italian officer to accept some money of which he was evidently in need.
Besides the plunderers, very various people, some drawn by curiosity, some by official duties, some by self-interest--house owners, clergy, officials of all kinds, tradesmen, artisans, and peasants--streamed into Moscow as blood flows to the heart.
He called on Count Rostopchin and on some acquaintances who were back in Moscow, and he intended to leave for Petersburg two days later.
"Oh, yes, long ago before this happened I did for some reason mean to go to Petersburg," he reflected.
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.
Why did it happen in this and not in some other way?
But by some strange chance no one perceives this.
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.
And some years pass during which he plays a pitiful comedy to himself in solitude on his island, justifying his actions by intrigues and lies when the justification is no longer needed, and displaying to the whole world what it was that people had mistaken for strength as long as an unseen hand directed his actions.
The idea of marrying some rich woman, which was suggested to him by his female relations, was repugnant to him.
She is a very admirable young woman and you always liked her, but now suddenly you have got some notion or other in your head.
Nicholas glanced at her and, wishing to appear not to notice her abstraction, made some remark to Mademoiselle Bourienne and then again looked at the princess.
For some reason you wish to deprive me of our former friendship.
Often, speaking with vexation of some failure or irregularity, he would say: "What can one do with our Russian peasants?" and imagined that he could not bear them.
He did not concern himself with the interests of his own class, and consequently some thought him proud and others thought him stupid.
She is a sterile flower, you know--like some strawberry blossoms.
She knew her remarks sounded unnatural, but could not refrain from asking some more questions.
Countess Mary listened till he had finished, made some remark, and in her turn began thinking aloud.
Evidently some jolly excitement was going on there.
"Always some fantastic schemes," said Nicholas.
It is only to prevent some Pugachev or other from killing my children and yours, and Arakcheev from sending me off to some Military Settlement.
"Have you done this?" he said, pointing to some broken sealing wax and pens.
Moreover, certain men wrote some books at that time.
And for some reason he went to kill Africans, and killed them so well and was so cunning and wise that when he returned to France he ordered everybody to obey him, and they all obeyed him.
If instead of a divine power some other force has appeared, it should be explained in what this new force consists, for the whole interest of history lies precisely in that force.
One historian says that an event was produced by Napoleon's power, another that it was produced by Alexander's, a third that it was due to the power of some other person.
Undoubtedly some relation exists between all who live contemporaneously, and so it is possible to find some connection between the intellectual activity of men and their historical movements, just as such a connection may be found between the movements of humanity and commerce, handicraft, gardening, or anything else you please.
The only conception that can explain the movement of the peoples is that of some force commensurate with the whole movement of the peoples.
This conception is the one handle by means of which the material of history, as at present expounded, can be dealt with, and anyone who breaks that handle off, as Buckle did, without finding some other method of treating historical material, merely deprives himself of the one possible way of dealing with it.
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 in that case the question arises whether all the activity of the leaders serves as an expression of the people's will or only some part of it.
If the whole activity of the leaders serves as the expression of the people's will, as some historians suppose, then all the details of the court scandals contained in the biographies of a Napoleon or a Catherine serve to express the life of the nation, which is evident nonsense; but if it is only some particular side of the activity of an historical leader which serves to express the people's life, as other so-called "philosophical" historians believe, then to determine which side of the activity of a leader expresses the nation's life, we have first of all to know in what the nation's life consists.
When an event is taking place people express their opinions and wishes about it, and as the event results from the collective activity of many people, some one of the opinions or wishes expressed is sure to be fulfilled if but approximately.
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.
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.
"Alex tells me you have some nice horses on your ranch," Carmen said to Señor Medena.
I hope to have a love like yours some day.
But you are alike in some ways.
Felipa took Destiny to see a Disney movie, saying that Mama needed some time to herself.
Dulce lifted her head and managed to reclaim some semblance of pride in spite of the situation.
I was watching for some encouraging sign.
For some reason it struck her funny and she giggled.
If you don't get some sleep when you go home, you won't be able to relieve me tonight.
You'd better get some rest... and take care of yourself.
"We've got to come to the bottom some time," remarked Zeb, with a deep sigh.
"Here are strangers, mama!" cried the shrill and childish voice of some unseen person.
About noon they stopped to allow Jim to rest in the shade of a pretty orchard.
Dorothy climbed into the buggy, although Jim had been unharnessed from it and was grazing some distance away.
"You may need them, some time," he said, "and there is really no use in my manufacturing these things unless somebody uses them."
In this country, as in all others they had visited underneath the earth's surface, there was no night, a constant and strong light coming from some unknown source.
"I wish we had some of those loose wings," he said.
"There are no stables here," said the Wizard, "unless some have been built since I went away."
"Oz can do some good tricks, humbug or no humbug," announced Zeb, who was now feeling more at ease.
Once in a while I get broken up some, but I am easily repaired and put in good order again.
There was enough material there to enable him to prepare several new tricks which he had learned from some of the jugglers in the circus, and he had passed part of the night in getting them ready.
In the nest were some tiny, half-fledged birds.
And in it were some odd little pictures, which he never grew tired of looking at.
Then he took from his pocket a sheet of paper on which some verses were written.
Some of them ran towards the east, some towards the west, and some towards the south.
They looked down, and at the bottom they saw some lambs huddled together among the rocks.
Some of them camped in Charlestown, [Footnote: Charles'town.] a village near Boston.
Some time after this, Zeuxis painted another wonderful picture.
Some days after this the Spartans heard strange news: "Aristomenes is again at the head of the Greek army."
"The end of the world has come!" cried some; and they ran about in the darkness.
Through some perfect storm of wars, downturns, and disasters, the once-sunny outlook turned dark.
I don't use history to predict the future, like some talisman that lets me pick winning lottery numbers (don't I wish).
It was the word "water," and I continued to make some sound for that word after all other speech was lost.
Soon I felt the need of some communication with others and began to make crude signs.
After awhile the need of some means of communication became so urgent that these outbursts occurred daily, sometimes hourly.
Sometimes a new word revived an image that some earlier experience had engraved on my brain.
Anna Pavlovna had had a cough for some days.
"Listen, dear Annette," said the prince, suddenly taking Anna Pavlovna's hand and for some reason drawing it downwards.
The young Princess Bolkonskaya had brought some work in a gold- embroidered velvet bag.
"Come over here, Helene, dear," said Anna Pavlovna to the beautiful young princess who was sitting some way off, the center of another group.
She said, 'Girl,' to the maid, 'put on a livery, get up behind the carriage, and come with me while I make some calls.'
One of the footmen who had stooped to pick up some broken glass remained in that position without taking his eyes from the window and from Dolokhov's back.
Adraksin was in uniform, and whether as a result of the uniform or from some other cause Pierre saw before him quite a different man.
Others in that heat and crush racked their brains to find some thought and hastened to utter it.
Princess Mary talked some nonsense.
As Alpatych was driving out of the gate he saw some ten soldiers in Ferapontov's open shop, talking loudly and filling their bags and knapsacks with flour and sunflower seeds.
Don't let those devils get it! he cried, taking some bags of flour himself and throwing them into the street.
Some of the soldiers were frightened and ran away, others went on filling their bags.
In a side street near the crossroads where the vehicles had stopped, a house and some shops were on fire.
Some of this dust was kneaded by the feet and wheels, while the rest rose and hung like a cloud over the troops, settling in eyes, ears, hair, and nostrils, and worst of all in the lungs of the men and beasts as they moved along that road.
Prince Andrew rode up to the hothouse; some of the glass panes were broken, and of the trees in tubs some were overturned and others dried up.
The peasants were ruined; some of them too had gone to Bogucharovo, only a few remained.
"If you noticed some disorder in the garden," said Alpatych, "it was impossible to prevent it.
On seeing the young master, the elder one with frightened look clutched her younger companion by the hand and hid with her behind a birch tree, not stopping to pick up some green plums they had dropped.
She scooped up some oats and fed each of the horses.
I had some difficulty in holding on, for the branches were very large and the bark hurt my hands.
Seeing that his trap would not be able to move on for some time, Alpatych got down and turned into the side street to look at the fire.
"What is that?" asked the countess as if she did not know what the visitor alluded to, though she had already heard about the cause of Count Bezukhov's distress some fifteen times.
Maybe this vacation would give them some much needed time together.
