You should do something about the problem.
There was certainly something in it.
When Dulce stopped talking, he said something and turned, walking away from her.
"I have something to tell you," he said.
Something was pushing its way through the bushes.
For a moment she struggled with him until something changed in his eyes.
Something about his voice quickened her pulse.
If he trusted her, he wouldn't have been snapping at her as if she had done something wrong.
I guessed vaguely from my mother's signs and from the hurrying to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited on the steps.
"You think so?" rejoined Anna Pavlovna in order to say something and get away to attend to her duties as hostess.
When the band took a break, Carmen was looking for something cool to drink.
No doubt the bird had mistaken the purple silk for something good to eat.
Is not a Wizard something like a Sorcerer?
Its reawakening of the arts derived chiefly from seeking to recapture something thought lost from a past Golden Age.
Pierre murmured something unintelligible, and continued to look round as if in search of something.
A few minutes later his deep voice drifted back down the hall as he discussed something with her.
She is always doing something for us, said Blondel.
After that, whenever the children were hungry, they cried out, "Becos! becos! becos!" till the shepherd gave them something to eat.
There is something to be said for being poor.
"I could eat something," said Dorothy.
He took something like an oarlock from his pocket and fastened it to the stern of the boat; then with a paddle which worked in this oarlock one of the boys could guide the boat while the other turned the paddle wheels.
Just about time I think the two of you are making progress, something like this comes up.
They still had something mysterious and exciting to explore.
I guess it's just something different - something we aren't used to yet.
She said something and then rode ahead.
Being groped by him again wasn't something she was looking forward to.
It was something Alex didn't need to know.
His bittersweet chocolate gaze wandered over her face in search of something, or maybe he was digesting the information.
Something was moving among the rocks at the bottom of the chasm.
Let me tell you something, my little brothers, my little sisters: You ought always to love God and praise Him.
Alex didn't look at Carmen, which was her first inkling that something was amiss.
"Now," said the Wizard of Oz, "having created something from nothing, I will make something nothing again."
He won't need to destroy ME, for if I don't get something to eat pretty soon I shall starve to death, and so save him the trouble.
"Then say something sensible," retorted the kitten.
This was an odd way of proving something, for, as every one can readily see, it proved nothing.
At last he saw something in the darkness that looked like two balls of fire.
"Here's something else for the Dean," he said roughly, and tossed it into the servant's arms.
But all along, they believed they would ultimately prevail—and not just win the war, but also do something epic that would change the course of history for all time.
A man who has at length found something to do will not need to get a new suit to do it in; for him the old will do, that has lain dusty in the garret for an indeterminate period.
But those glances expressed something more: they said that she had played her part in life, that what they now saw was not her whole self, that we must all become like her, and that they were glad to yield to her, to restrain themselves for this once precious being formerly as full of life as themselves, but now so much to be pitied.
Maybe something was wrong all along.
I should get rid of this and buy something a little more feminine.
Having a baby was something they should be excited about - talking about to others.
In that moment she was certain she saw something in his eyes - something akin to remorse.
But then, a party didn't seem like something Señor Medena would plan.
Both were watching her as if she had something earth-shattering to say.
It was something she had always liked about him, mostly because he was sincere about it.
Something about the way Felipa was smiling up at him suggested she was anticipating a good night kiss.
Señor Medena was watching her as if she were talking about something truly interesting.
Something about the way he was watching her felt uncomfortable.
She put a hand to her mouth and glanced around for something to be sick in.
But never mind; something will happen pretty soon.
Then something happened which Selkirk did not like.
Well, as I was hurrying along, I heard a great splash, as though something had fallen into the pool by the fountain.
As I write this, something like fifty million blogs and billions of blog posts are online.
In the future, something very much like the Amazon suggestion engine, but for all of life, will change that.
I always knew when she wished me to bring her something, and I would run upstairs or anywhere else she indicated.
It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art.
He muttered something and colored.
He looked at the Rostovs from under his brows and said something, smiling, to his betrothed.
Something in my pocket--can't remember...
Dessalles said something about Vitebsk.
But the Governor did not finish: a dusty perspiring officer ran into the room and began to say something in French.
But despite this, thanks to his regiment, Prince Andrew had something to think about entirely apart from general questions.
Believing their danger past, they sprang from their ambush and, chirruping something in their shrill little voices and holding up their skirts, their bare little sunburned feet scampered merrily and quickly across the meadow grass.
At another spot he noticed a Russian soldier laughingly patting a Frenchman on the shoulder, saying something to him in a friendly manner, and Kutuzov with the same expression on his face again swayed his head.
It was no longer the commander-in-chief speaking but an ordinary old man who wanted to tell his comrades something very important.
As they turned them over one seemed still alive and, would you believe it, he jabbered something in their lingo.
They came up to the fire, hoarsely uttering something in a language our soldiers did not understand.
He raised his companion and said something, pointing to his mouth.
The stars, as if knowing that no one was looking at them, began to disport themselves in the dark sky: now flaring up, now vanishing, now trembling, they were busy whispering something gladsome and mysterious to one another.
As before he was absent-minded and seemed occupied not with what was before his eyes but with something special of his own.
The difference between his former and present self was that formerly when he did not grasp what lay before him or was said to him, he had puckered his forehead painfully as if vainly seeking to distinguish something at a distance.
All was destroyed, except something intangible yet powerful and indestructible.
Again the princess glanced round at her companion with even more uneasiness in her manner and was about to add something, but Pierre interrupted her.
She would begin to say something to her in a low tone from the other end of the room.
Alex got a relief when the conversation turned to something else and stayed there for the rest of the evening.
Umm. Well, I think something like 50% of marriages fail - maybe more.
Is it something new for the trip?
What you have on is fine, but if you want to freshen up and wear something else, go ahead.
He stumbled over something and exclaimed before she turned on the lamp beside her bed.
Did you have something in mind?
It wasn't something she had considered before, but another thought followed his.
It also revealed something that gave her pause for thought.
Apparently something had been discussed in her absence.
Something about it looked warm and cozy - like home.
You didn't say a word to your father, but you snarled at me as though I did something wrong.
"Does the dama-fruit grow on a low bush, and look something like a peach?" asked the Wizard.
"I believe we will soon follow her," announced the Wizard, in a tone of great relief; "for I know something about the magic of the fairyland that is called the Land of Oz.
And here is something for your trouble.
As he came nearer he saw that the boy held a charred stick in his hand, with which he was drawing something on a flat rock.
Yet there was something in his manner and voice that caused everybody to admire him.
We might have done something to help you.
The gardener answered: A year ago, as I was spading in my garden, I saw something fall at the foot of a palm tree.
Long ago, before Gutenberg, if you wanted to know something, you had to memorize it.
If somebody outside your village knew something, it did not matter; for you, it did not exist.
They try to connect the person who wants to know something to the thing that person wants to know.
You have to have something more: wisdom.
Before we take that further, let's consider something the Internet has taught us about ourselves.
These tell us something about ourselves we didn't know before.
Well, that tells us something new about ourselves—in fact, a lot of things: the kinds of information we want to share, the kinds of information we want to consume, and the immediacy with which we want it all to occur.
People who take time out of their schedule to do something that helps just one person.
They might balk at getting on an airline flight flown by a computer and prefer having a pilot on board to take over if he "feels in his gut" that something is wrong (even if that feeling is the airport burrito he had for lunch).
And my system will come back with a single answer, something like, You should go to Tommaso's on Kearny Street.
Now, you don't know if the radishes make the people get better or if something that makes people crave radishes also beats back skin cancer.
Or is it something about them that predates their Oscar triumph and helped them win?
You could begin studying something you have noticed anecdotally in your own life.
If you take low-worth items or raw materials and apply labor to them to make something that has value, you have created wealth.
By taking a block of marble and carving a statue, or taking a handful of seed and growing a cornfield, you have combined your labor and know-how with something of little value and have created something of more value.
When you trade with someone in a free market, you are giving up something you have for something the other person has, which you value more.
With each trade he got something he valued more than what he traded away; and presumably all the people he traded with along the way also increased their value with each trade.
Most of these people have other jobs and obligations, so without something like Etsy, they might not be able to enter into these trades.
I buy something because I have certain assumptions about how much happiness it will bring me.
Here is what I think he meant: If you could see a theoretical possibility for something in physics—"something that might be true"—then given enough time, you eventually could achieve it in reality.
Lowering the cost of something is an increase in efficiency and an increase in the wealth of the overall system.
If you take something worth a dollar, spend an hour working on it, and your employer sells it for three dollars, no way in the world can you ever make more than two dollars an hour.
I am not saying if you love digging ditches, you should do something else.
Once someone has something, no one should be able to take it from him or her.
Or how about nanites that process each piece of trash in our garbage and turn it into something useful?
Now we can have something completely different: Division of labor between machines and people.
That is something like what I expect will happen, but on a worldwide scale.
They have something they love and want to do, but if market forces are not such that they can support themselves doing that, they have to do something else.
It goes something like this: If everyone is "rich," then doesn't everyone just become the idle rich?
In any case, he found something else interesting.
You can't do something that long and not have some strong opinions on the matter.
Wouldn't that be something: Plants that would convert nitrogen from the atmosphere directly into ammonia they could use or plants that gave off the odor of other plants that pests avoid?
Some might say something I consider even worse: It is inexcusable that some go hungry while you have so much.
Something akin to getting a date with Miss America: Sure, in theory, possible—but realistically, it ain't gonna happen.
I offer them because they have something interesting in common.
We sensed we were witnessing something spectacular happening in the affairs of the world.
I propose that peace will be maintained in the future by something I will call Mutually Assured Poverty, or MAP.
If you did not, you could retool and make something the military could buy.
In warfare, asymmetry is where something very small can do a huge amount of damage.
I mention FactCheck and Snopes as two examples of the many enterprises on the Internet that subject every government utterance to scrutiny in something approximating real time.
Now, on a regular basis, videos appear which bring to life something that would otherwise be merely an ill-formed image in our minds.
Under the terms of the definition I offered earlier, that makes Shakespeare the epitome of art—that is, something that continues to speak to future generations.
Something I said made her think she detected in my words a confession that I did remember Miss Canby's story of "The Frost Fairies," and she laid her conclusions before Mr. Anagnos, although I had told her most emphatically that she was mistaken.
There is something impressive, awful, in the simplicity and terrible directness of the book of Esther.
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.
Please tell me something that you know about God.
Everybody will feel an interest in dear little Helen; everybody will want to do something for her; and, if she becomes an ancient, gray-haired woman, she is still sure of being thoughtfully cared for.
He is very happy indeed at the kindergarten, and is learning something every day.
Every day I find out something which makes me glad.
It is evident that something has displeased his Majesty but I cannot imagine what it can be.
I shall be so disappointed if my little plans fail, because I have wanted for a long time to do something for the poor little ones who are waiting to enter the kindergarten.
Teacher said she thought he looked something like Paradeuski.
TO MRS. SAMUEL RICHARD FULLER Wrentham, October 20, 1899. ...I suppose it is time for me to tell you something about our plans for the winter.
She said she did not consider a degree of any real value, but thought it was much more desirable to do something original than to waste one's energies only for a degree.
I have had a letter from Mrs. Thaw with regard to the possibility of doing something for these children.
Here I opened the bag, and she went through it eagerly, probably expecting to find something to eat.
Then it occurred to me that it was useless to continue the struggle--I must do something to turn the current of her thoughts.
I have just heard something that surprised me very much.
When I came, her movements were so insistent that one always felt there was something unnatural and almost weird about her.
I must write you a line this morning because something very important has happened.
I hide something, a ball or a spool, and we hunt for it.
If she wanted to indicate something large, she spread the fingers of both hands as wide as she could, and brought them together, as if to clasp a big ball.
I supply a word here and there, sometimes a sentence, and suggest something which she has omitted or forgotten.
And right here I want to say something which is for your ears alone.
It gives her something to do, and keeps her quiet, which I think is desirable while this enervating weather lasts.
Helen resisted, and Viney tried to force it out of her hand, and I suspect that she slapped the child, or did something which caused this unusual outburst of temper.
These questions were sometimes asked under circumstances which rendered them embarrassing, and I made up my mind that something must be done.
I do not wonder you were surprised to hear that I was going to write something for the report.
When I see that she is eager to tell me something, but is hampered because she does not know the words, I supply them and the necessary idioms, and we get along finely.
Dr. Bell writes that Helen's progress is without a parallel in the education of the deaf, or something like that and he says many nice things about her teacher.
There is something about her that attracts people.
When her attention was drawn to a marble slab inscribed with the name FLORENCE in relief, she dropped upon the ground as though looking for something, then turned to me with a face full of trouble, and asked, "Were is poor little Florence?"
But PERHAPS his mother sent him to a store to buy something for dinner.
When I subsequently talked with her she said: I have something very funny to tell you.
Love is only something in our hearts.
Tell me something that Father Nature does.
In order to write one must have something to write about, and having something to write about requires some mental preparation.
It is the proposition, something predicated about something, that conveys an idea.
Remember, no effort that we make to attain something beautiful is ever lost.
So they hid themselves among the bushes and waited silently for something to happen.
All men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be.
I do not mean that exactly, but I mean something which he might think a good deal like that; I mean that they should not play life, or study it merely, while the community supports them at this expensive game, but earnestly live it from beginning to end.
It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do.
In eternity there is indeed something true and sublime.
There is something electrifying in the atmosphere of the former place.
To be alone was something unpleasant.
It seemed that from such a basis of truth and frankness as the poor weak-headed pauper had laid, our intercourse might go forward to something better than the intercourse of sages.
Men of business, even farmers, thought only of solitude and employment, and of the great distance at which I dwelt from something or other; and though they said that they loved a ramble in the woods occasionally, it was obvious that they did not.
But this small village, germ of something more, why did it fail while Concord keeps its ground?
I feel as if I were nearer to the vitals of the globe, for this sandy overflow is something such a foliaceous mass as the vitals of the animal body.
A man has not everything to do, but something; and because he cannot do everything, it is not necessary that he should do something wrong.
Seeing the self-confident and refined expression on the faces of those present he was always expecting to hear something very profound.
He wished to say something more, but at that moment Prince Vasili and his daughter got up to go and the two young men rose to let them pass.
Stout, about the average height, broad, with huge red hands; he did not know, as the saying is, how to enter a drawing room and still less how to leave one; that is, how to say something particularly agreeable before going away.
When you meet them in society it seems as if there were something in them, but there's nothing, nothing, nothing!
He evidently tried to find something to say, but failed.
"People are always too clever with their eldest children and try to make something exceptional of them," said the visitor.
I have something to tell you.
"What is the something?" asked he.
"Surely he will leave something to Boris," said the countess.
Pierre smiled in his good-natured way as if afraid for his companion's sake that the latter might say something he would afterwards regret.
Pierre was still afraid that this officer might inadvertently say something disconcerting to himself.
"And it must seem to you," said Boris flushing slightly, but not changing his tone or attitude, "it must seem to you that everyone is trying to get something out of the rich man?"
When Anna Mikhaylovna returned from Count Bezukhov's the money, all in clean notes, was lying ready under a handkerchief on the countess' little table, and Anna Mikhaylovna noticed that something was agitating her.
"Sonya," she suddenly exclaimed, as if she had guessed the true reason of her friend's sorrow, "I'm sure Vera has said something to you since dinner?
Prince Vasili, who had grown thinner and paler during the last few days, escorted him to the door, repeating something to him several times in low tones.
So he may have something to drink?
"I thought perhaps something had happened," she said with her unchanging stonily severe expression; and, sitting down opposite the prince, she prepared to listen.
As soon as Anna Mikhaylovna had disappeared he noticed that the eyes of all in the room turned to him with something more than curiosity and sympathy.
Prince Vasili said something to Lorrain in passing and went through the door on tiptoe.
In the midst of the service the voices of the priests suddenly ceased, they whispered to one another, and the old servant who was holding the count's hand got up and said something to the ladies.
The sick man was given something to drink, there was a stir around him, then the people resumed their places and the service continued.
As soon as they saw Pierre and his companion they became silent, and Pierre thought he saw the princess hide something as she whispered:
Go and take something, my poor Anna Mikhaylovna, or you will not hold out.
Prince Andrew stopped and made a grimace, as if expecting something unpleasant.
She tried to say something but could not.
Something twitched in the lower part of the old prince's face.
Having jerked out these last words as soldiers do and waved his arms as if flinging something to the ground, the drummer--a lean, handsome soldier of forty--looked sternly at the singers and screwed up his eyes.
He took out a notebook, hurriedly scribbled something in pencil, tore out the leaf, gave it to Kozlovski, stepped quickly to the window, and threw himself into a chair, gazing at those in the room as if asking, "Why do they look at me?"
Then he lifted his head, stretched his neck as if he intended to say something, but immediately, with affected indifference, began to hum to himself, producing a queer sound which immediately broke off.
"Has something happened?" he added, surprised at the cadet's troubled face.
Meanwhile the staff officer standing in front pointed out something to the general, who looked through his field glass.
Looking down at the waters of the Enns under the bridge, Nesvitski suddenly heard a sound new to him, of something swiftly approaching... something big, that splashed into the water.
But despite himself, on his face too that same indication of something new and stern showed round the mouth.
Nicholas Rostov turned away and, as if searching for something, gazed into the distance, at the waters of the Danube, at the sky, and at the sun.
"Here's something for you to report," said Zherkov.
In society he always awaited an opportunity to say something striking and took part in a conversation only when that was possible.
"Buonaparte?" said Bilibin inquiringly, puckering up his forehead to indicate that he was about to say something witty.
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.
Directly opposite to him came a strange one-horse vehicle, evidently rigged up by soldiers out of any available materials and looking like something between a cart, a cabriolet, and a caleche.
On reaching the village he dismounted and went to the nearest house, intending to rest if but for a moment, eat something, and try to sort out the stinging and tormenting thoughts that confused his mind.
Nesvitski, moving his moist lips as he chewed something, and flourishing his arm, called him to enter.
Entering the house, Prince Andrew saw Nesvitski and another adjutant having something to eat.
But sit down and have something to eat.
On all sides they saw rain-soaked officers with dejected faces who seemed to be seeking something, and soldiers dragging doors, benches, and fencing from the village.
There was something peculiar about it, quite unsoldierly, rather comic, but extremely attractive.
To the left from that village, amid the smoke, was something resembling a battery, but it was impossible to see it clearly with the naked eye.
Suddenly something like a birch broom seemed to sweep over the squadron.
"Can something bad have happened to me?" he wondered as he got up: and at that moment he felt that something superfluous was hanging on his benumbed left arm.
One of them said something strange, not in Russian.
The French had fallen behind, and just as he looked round the first man changed his run to a walk and, turning, shouted something loudly to a comrade farther back.
Isn't there something to drink?
After a while the moving mass became agitated, someone rode past on a white horse followed by his suite, and said something in passing: What did he say?
Next came four soldiers, carrying something heavy on a cloak, and passed by the fire.
Something always drew him toward those richer and more powerful than himself and he had rare skill in seizing the most opportune moment for making use of people.
Here is something I have received from the chancellor.
Wait a bit, I have something in view for you this evening.
I know something about that.
She paused, as women always do, expecting something after they have mentioned their age.
There is something nasty, something wrong, in the feeling she excites in me.
Why did this thought never occur to me before? and again he told himself that it was impossible, that there would be something unnatural, and as it seemed to him dishonorable, in this marriage.
Suddenly he heard a familiar voice repeating something to him a second time.
But, as he had to say something, he began by asking her whether she was satisfied with the party.
He suddenly muttered something and went away.
"Something special is always said in such cases," he thought, but could not remember what it was that people say.
"Well, now we'll arrange something quite simple and becoming," she said.
The three voices, hers, Mademoiselle Bourienne's, and Katie's, who was laughing at something, mingled in a merry sound, like the chirping of birds.
And she saw Mademoiselle Bourienne, with her ribbon and pretty face, and her unusually animated look which was fixed on him, but him she could not see, she only saw something large, brilliant, and handsome moving toward her as she entered the room.
She raised her eyes, and two steps away saw Anatole embracing the Frenchwoman and whispering something to her.
"Oh, that's it!" said Rostov, evidently thinking of something else.
Stopping in front of the Pavlograds, the Tsar said something in French to the Austrian Emperor and smiled.
The Tsar said something more which Rostov did not hear, and the soldiers, straining their lungs, shouted "Hurrah!"
"Very well, then, be so good as to wait," said Prince Andrew to the general, in Russian, speaking with the French intonation he affected when he wished to speak contemptuously, and noticing Boris, Prince Andrew, paying no more heed to the general who ran after him imploring him to hear something more, nodded and turned to him with a cheerful smile.
Boris smiled, as if he understood what Prince Andrew was alluding to as something generally known.
But they heard him at the council of war and will hear him when he talks sense, but to temporize and wait for something now when Bonaparte fears nothing so much as a general battle is impossible.
Langeron's objections were valid but it was obvious that their chief aim was to show General Weyrother--who had read his dispositions with as much self-confidence as if he were addressing school children--that he had to do, not with fools, but with men who could teach him something in military matters.
He even thought something moved on that white spot.
How he looked at me and wished to say something, but dared not....
In the valley he saw before him something like a river, but when he reached it he found it was a road.
Then a general rode past shouting something angrily, not in Russian.
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.
The infantry passing before him came to a halt without any command being given, apparently obstructed by something in front.
He said something more, but Rostov did not wait to hear it and rode away.
It flopped into something moist, and the general fell from his horse in a pool of blood.
There is nothing certain, nothing at all except the unimportance of everything I understand, and the greatness of something incomprehensible but all-important.
The door was opened a crack and there was a glimpse of something blue, of ribbons, black hair, and merry faces.
Rostov hurriedly put something on his feet, drew on his dressing gown, and went out.
The Moscovites felt that something was wrong and that to discuss the bad news was difficult, and so it was best to be silent.
Every time he chanced to meet Dolokhov's handsome insolent eyes, Pierre felt something terrible and monstrous rising in his soul and turned quickly away.
Pierre wished to say something, looked at her with eyes whose strange expression she did not understand, and lay down again.
He knew that he must do something to put an end to this suffering, but what he wanted to do was too terrible.
She approached him, saw his face, and something gave way within her.
She was already pale, but on hearing these words her face changed and something brightened in her beautiful, radiant eyes.
It was evident that her eyes did not see Princess Mary but were looking within... into herself... at something joyful and mysterious taking place within her.
She looked at Princess Mary, then sat thinking for a while with that expression of attention to something within her that is only seen in pregnant women, and suddenly began to cry.
Five minutes later Princess Mary from her room heard something heavy being carried by.
Then the voice said something more, Demyan replied, and the steps in the felt boots approached the unseen bend of the staircase more rapidly.
In a corner of the room something red and tiny gave a grunt and squealed in Mary Bogdanovna's trembling white hands.
"Ah, what have you done to me?" it still seemed to say, and Prince Andrew felt that something gave way in his soul and that he was guilty of a sin he could neither remedy nor forget.
Rostov noticed something new in Dolokhov's relations with Sonya, but he did not explain to himself what these new relations were.
Nicholas understood that something must have happened between Sonya and Dolokhov before dinner, and with the kindly sensitiveness natural to him was very gentle and wary with them both at dinner.
Little as Nicholas had occupied himself with Sonya of late, something seemed to give way within him at this news.
Denisov sat down by the old ladies and, leaning on his saber and beating time with his foot, told them something funny and kept them amused, while he watched the young people dancing, Iogel with Natasha, his pride and his best pupil, were the first couple.
She noticed at once that something had happened to him.
Oh, how that chord vibrated, and how moved was something that was finest in Rostov's soul!
And this something was apart from everything else in the world and above everything in the world.
Willarski, stepping toward him, said something to him in French in an undertone and then went up to a small wardrobe in which Pierre noticed garments such as he had never seen before.
The room was in black darkness, only a small lamp was burning inside something white.
A hieroglyph," said the Rhetor, "is an emblem of something not cognizable by the senses but which possesses qualities resembling those of the symbol."
After that they took his right hand, placed it on something, and told him to hold a pair of compasses to his left breast with the other hand and to repeat after someone who read aloud an oath of fidelity to the laws of the Order.
He was seized with alarm lest something should have happened to the child while he was reading the letter.
Just as he went in he saw that the nurse was hiding something from him with a scared look and that Princess Mary was no longer by the cot.
The same love of others, a desire to do something for them, a desire for their approval.--So I lived for others, and not almost, but quite, ruined my life.
Lavrushka was saying something about loaded wagons, biscuits, and oxen he had seen when he had gone out for provisions.
The man's neighbor on one side whispered something to him, pointing at Rostov, who noticed that the old man wanted to speak to him.
His eyes, looking serenely and steadily at Rostov, seemed to be veiled by something, as if screened by blue spectacles of conventionality.
Napoleon said something to Alexander, and both Emperors dismounted and took each other's hands.
The members of his suite, guessing at once what he wanted, moved about and whispered as they passed something from one to another, and a page--the same one Rostov had seen the previous evening at Boris'--ran forward and, bowing respectfully over the outstretched hand and not keeping it waiting a moment, laid in it an Order on a red ribbon.
The smell of the food the Preobrazhenskis were eating and a sense of hunger recalled him from these reflections; he had to get something to eat before going away.
As he passed through the forest Prince Andrew turned several times to look at that oak, as if expecting something from it.
The girl was shouting something but, seeing that he was a stranger, ran back laughing without looking at him.
The Petersburg Freemasons all came to see him, tried to ingratiate themselves with him, and it seemed to them all that he was preparing something for them and concealing it.
Young men read books before attending Helene's evenings, to have something to say in her salon, and secretaries of the embassy, and even ambassadors, confided diplomatic secrets to her, so that in a way Helene was a power.
His coming vexed me from the first, and I said something disagreeable to him.
But as soon as I drew near I saw that his face had changed and grown young, and he was quietly telling me something about the teaching of our order, but so softly that I could not hear it.
Then it seemed that we all left the room and something strange happened.
He was telling me something, and I wished to show him my sensibility, and not listening to what he was saying I began picturing to myself the condition of my inner man and the grace of God sanctifying me.
In our times that is worth something, isn't it?
That gray-haired man, she said, indicating an old man with a profusion of silver-gray curly hair, who was surrounded by ladies laughing at something he said.
"That is Bezukhova's brother, Anatole Kuragin," she said, indicating a handsome officer of the Horse Guards who passed by them with head erect, looking at something over the heads of the ladies.
She did not listen to or look at Vera, who was telling her something about her own green dress.
There's something fresh, original, un- Petersburg-like about her that distinguishes her.
Before Magnitski had finished his story someone else was anxious to relate something still funnier.
When he reached home Prince Andrew began thinking of his life in Petersburg during those last four months as if it were something new.
He looked at Natasha as she sang, and something new and joyful stirred in his soul.
You can get to know something, you can ask for something.
Prince Andrew was standing before her, saying something to her with a look of tender solicitude.
Natasha on one side was talking with Sonya and Boris, and Vera with a subtle smile was saying something to Prince Andrew.
Pierre saw how Prince Andrew asked her something and how she flushed as she replied.
They had not yet had a loud conversation among the men and a dispute about something important and clever.
She felt that he wanted to say something to her but could not bring himself to do so.
Already then, directly I saw him I felt something peculiar.
Once she came to her mother, tried to say something, and suddenly began to cry.
A footman wanted to come in to clear away something in the room but she would not let him, and having closed the door behind him continued her walk.
Natasha was sitting on the bed, pale and dry eyed, and was gazing at the icons and whispering something as she rapidly crossed herself.
He is trying to discover something by looking at me!
She felt that something had happened to him, but he said nothing to her about his love.
Before he left he had a long talk with his father about something, and Princess Mary noticed that before his departure they were dissatisfied with one another.
It always seemed to him that there was something not quite right about this intended marriage.
Daniel himself felt this, and as usual stood just inside the door, trying to speak softly and not move, for fear of breaking something in the master's apartment, and he hastened to say all that was necessary so as to get from under that ceiling, out into the open under the sky once more.
He knew that young and old wolves were there, that the hounds had separated into two packs, that somewhere a wolf was being chased, and that something had gone wrong.
Again he looked to the right and saw something running toward him across the deserted field.
"No, it can't be!" thought Rostov, taking a deep breath, as a man does at the coming of something long hoped for.
But here Nicholas only saw that something happened to Karay--the borzoi was suddenly on the wolf, and they rolled together down into a gully just in front of them.
The huntsmen waved their arms and did something to the fox.
Natasha, afraid that her brother would do something dreadful, had followed him in some excitement.
"Don't dare to think about it," she said to herself, and sat down again smilingly beside "Uncle," begging him to play something more.
That's just how she started and just how she came up smiling timidly when all this happened before," thought Natasha, "and in just the same way I thought there was something lacking in her."
"You always find something to do, but I can't," said Natasha.
"Yes, yes, I do remember something too," Sonya answered timidly.
Dimmler had finished the piece but still sat softly running his fingers over the strings, evidently uncertain whether to stop or to play something else.
Sing me something, they heard the countess say.
She thought of Natasha and of her own youth, and of how there was something unnatural and dreadful in this impending marriage of Natasha and Prince Andrew.
Her maternal instinct told her that Natasha had too much of something, and that because of this she would not be happy.
But no-- this is something new I've never seen before.
It is something new and enchanted.
The visitors were invited to supper in the drawing room, and the serfs had something served to them in the ballroom.
"Now, Miss Sonya is sure to see something," whispered Dunyasha; "while you do nothing but laugh."
She saw something last year.
After that, I could not make out what there was; something blue and red...
At such moments something like a pride of sacrifice gathered in her soul.
Prince Bolkonski glanced at the young man as if about to say something in reply, but changed his mind, evidently considering him too young.
Yes, I heard something: he said something awkward in His Majesty's presence.
Then a maidservant ran into the hall and hurriedly said something, mentioning the princess.
While conversing with Pierre, Natasha heard a man's voice in Countess Bezukhova's box and something told her it was Kuragin.
They did not drag her away at once, but sang with her for a long time and then at last dragged her off, and behind the scenes something metallic was struck three times and everyone knelt down and sang a prayer.
The king waved his right arm and, evidently nervous, sang something badly and sat down on a crimson throne.
She sang something mournfully, addressing the queen, but the king waved his arm severely, and men and women with bare legs came in from both sides and began dancing all together.
She felt all the time that by talking to him she was doing something improper.
Marya Dmitrievna talked to the count about something which they concealed from Natasha.
Natasha guessed they were talking about the old prince and planning something, and this disquieted and offended her.
She continually fancied that either he would never come or that something would happen to her before he came.
But if he won't--that's his affair, said Marya Dmitrievna, looking for something in her reticule.
The day before the count was to return, Sonya noticed that Natasha sat by the drawing-room window all the morning as if expecting something and that she made a sign to an officer who drove past, whom Sonya took to be Anatole.
There was something particularly pathetic and resolute in her face today.
Dolokhov was counting the money and noting something down.
Though they were all going with him, Anatole evidently wished to make something touching and solemn out of this address to his comrades.
On the Arbat Square the troyka caught against a carriage; something cracked, shouts were heard, and the troyka flew along the Arbat Street.
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.
From the pretense of illness, from his daughter's distress, and by the embarrassed faces of Sonya and Marya Dmitrievna, the count saw clearly that something had gone wrong during his absence, but it was so terrible for him to think that anything disgraceful had happened to his beloved daughter, and he so prized his own cheerful tranquillity, that he avoided inquiries and tried to assure himself that nothing particularly had happened; and he was only dissatisfied that her indisposition delayed their return to the country.
That Prince Andrew's deeply loved affianced wife--the same Natasha Rostova who used to be so charming--should give up Bolkonski for that fool Anatole who was already secretly married (as Pierre knew), and should be so in love with him as to agree to run away with him, was something Pierre could not conceive and could not imagine.
I have received a refusal from Countess Rostova and have heard reports of your brother-in-law having sought her hand, or something of that kind.
Prince Andrew, as if trying to remember whether he had something more to say, or waiting to see if Pierre would say anything, looked fixedly at him.
He knew he had something more to say to her.
Without lifting his head he said something, and two of his aides-de-camp galloped off to the Polish uhlans.
Balashev knew how to reply to each of Napoleon's remarks, and would have done so; he continually made the gesture of a man wishing to say something, but Napoleon always interrupted him.
There was about him something of Weyrother, Mack, and Schmidt, and many other German theorist-generals whom Prince Andrew had seen in 1805, but he was more typical than any of them.
Something vague and confused, which he could not at all account for, had come over him with the capture of that officer and the blow he had dealt him.
Something else, resembling remorse, tormented him.
He drank reluctantly, tried to remain alone, and kept turning something over in his mind.
Something stood sentinel within her and forbade her every joy.
Sometimes Natasha noticed embarrassment and awkwardness on his part in her presence, especially when he wanted to do something to please her, or feared that something they spoke of would awaken memories distressing to her.
All the Moscow notabilities, all the Rostovs' acquaintances, were at the Razumovskis' chapel, for, as if expecting something to happen, many wealthy families who usually left town for their country estates had not gone away that summer.
From the day when Pierre, after leaving the Rostovs' with Natasha's grateful look fresh in his mind, had gazed at the comet that seemed to be fixed in the sky and felt that something new was appearing on his own horizon--from that day the problem of the vanity and uselessness of all earthly things, that had incessantly tormented him, no longer presented itself.
"Do, please, for heaven's sake, relieve me of something!" said the courier.
"I want to try to sing again," she said, adding as if by way of excuse, "it is, at least, something to do."
Ah yes, there was something else important, very important, that I was keeping till I should be in bed.
No, it was something, something in the drawing room.
Something cracked in the flames.
There was another terrible crash and something huge collapsed.
The doctor said this restlessness did not mean anything and was due to physical causes; but Princess Mary thought he wished to tell her something, and the fact that her presence always increased his restlessness confirmed her opinion.
One can make out something of what he is saying.
He said something, repeating the same words several times.
Then he again opened his eyes and said something none of them could understand for a long time, till at last Tikhon understood and repeated it.
Dron got up and was about to say something, but Alpatych interrupted him.
Alpatych did say something about going....
If you think something more is wanted, tell me!
She vividly recalled the moment when he had his first stroke and was being dragged along by his armpits through the garden at Bald Hills, muttering something with his helpless tongue, twitching his gray eyebrows and looking uneasily and timidly at her.
In a suffering and weary voice he was saying something to Tikhon, speaking of the Crimea and its warm nights and of the Empress.
And the horror that had seized her when she touched him and convinced herself that that was not he, but something mysterious and horrible, seized her again.
She tried to think of something else and to pray, but could do neither.
On the rest of the way to Moscow, though the princess' position was not a cheerful one, Dunyasha, who went with her in the carriage, more than once noticed that her mistress leaned out of the window and smiled at something with an expression of mingled joy and sorrow.
Barbara Ivanovna told me the mob near killed her because she said something in French.
Pierre choked, his face puckered, and he turned hastily away, went back to his trap muttering something to himself as he went, and took his seat.
It was a feeling akin to what he had felt at the Sloboda Palace during the Emperor's visit--a sense of the necessity of undertaking something and sacrificing something.
Yes, yes, there will be something to see....
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.
"I'll see you later," he added, and summoned de Beausset, who by that time had prepared the surprise, having placed something on the chairs and covered it with a cloth.
But though Napoleon knew that de Beausset had to say something of this kind, and though in his lucid moments he knew it was untrue, he was pleased to hear it from him.
"Ha, what's this?" asked Napoleon, noticing that all the courtiers were looking at something concealed under a cloth.
Pierre saw that there was a bridge in front of him and that soldiers were doing something on both sides of it and in the meadow, among the rows of new-mown hay which he had taken no notice of amid the smoke of the campfires the day before; but despite the incessant firing going on there he had no idea that this was the field of battle.
Suddenly something happened: the young officer gave a gasp and bending double sat down on the ground like a bird shot on the wing.
On entering the earthwork he noticed that there were men doing something there but that no shots were being fired from the battery.
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.
He also saw something else that was strange.
Through the smoke glimpses could be caught of something black--probably men--and at times the glint of bayonets.
But now something strange was happening to his troops.
"Go, my dear fellow," he said to Ermolov, "and see whether something can't be done."
There was something in this life I did not and do not understand.
Two doctors--one of whom was pale and trembling--were silently doing something to this man's other, gory leg.
And he fell back into that artificial realm of imaginary greatness, and again--as a horse walking a treadmill thinks it is doing something for itself--he submissively fulfilled the cruel, sad, gloomy, and inhuman role predestined for him.
But something had to be decided, and these conversations around him which were assuming too free a character must be stopped.
In the midst of the conversation she noticed "Granddad" give Bennigsen a quick, subtle glance, and then to her joys she saw that "Granddad" said something to "Long-coat" which settled him.
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.
The prince was about to say something, but Helene interrupted him.
The enchanting, middle-aged Frenchman laid his hands on her head and, as she herself afterward described it, she felt something like a fresh breeze wafted into her soul.
Bilibin puckered his skin in preparation for something witty.
"I ought to give them something!" he thought, and felt in his pocket.
A short man was saying something, but when Pierre entered he stopped speaking and went out.
Above all, they were gay because there was a war near Moscow, there would be fighting at the town gates, arms were being given out, everybody was escaping--going away somewhere, and in general something extraordinary was happening, and that is always exciting, especially to the young.
The countess was accustomed to this tone as a precursor of news of something detrimental to the children's interests, such as the building of a new gallery or conservatory, the inauguration of a private theater or an orchestra.
He had nothing to do in Moscow, but he had noticed that everyone in the army was asking for leave to visit Moscow and had something to do there.
The count was about to say something, but evidently restrained himself.
Is it something very bad for me?
That old man noticed a face thrust out of the carriage window gazing at them, and respectfully touching Pierre's elbow said something to him and pointed to the carriage.
But having taken a dozen steps he seemed to remember something and stopped.
Pierre glanced absently at Natasha and was about to say something, but the countess interrupted him.
On seeing Pierre he muttered something angrily and went away along the passage.
Will you have something to eat?
No, but I want something else.
"I'll give you something gently, you monkey you!" cried Mavra Kuzminichna, raising her arm threateningly.
The superintendent of police turned round at that moment with a scared look, said something to his coachman, and his horses increased their speed.
The tall lad was standing in front, flourishing his arm and saying something with a stern look.
Your excellency, they say they have got ready, according to your orders, to go against the French, and they shouted something about treachery.
And this thought occurred to him just because he himself desired a victim, something on which to vent his rage.
At the count's first words he raised it slowly and looked up at him as if wishing to say something or at least to meet his eye.
To keep one another back, to breathe in that stifling atmosphere, to be unable to stir, and to await something unknown, uncomprehended, and terrible, was becoming unbearable.
Swaying from side to side on his long, thin legs in his fluttering dressing gown, this lunatic was running impetuously, his gaze fixed on Rostopchin, shouting something in a hoarse voice and making signs to him to stop.
Pull up, I tell you! he cried in a piercing voice, and again shouted something breathlessly with emphatic intonations and gestures.
A man in a general's uniform with plumes in his hat went up to Kutuzov and said something in French.
Kutuzov looked at Rostopchin as if, not grasping what was said to him, he was trying to read something peculiar written at that moment on the face of the man addressing him.
As soon as the men of the various regiments began to disperse among the wealthy and deserted houses, the army was lost forever and there came into being something nondescript, neither citizens nor soldiers but what are known as marauders.
But now it seemed to him that that meeting had had in it something very important and poetic.
Whether it was the wine he had drunk, or an impulse of frankness, or the thought that this man did not, and never would, know any of those who played a part in his story, or whether it was all these things together, something loosened Pierre's tongue.
She was planning something and either deciding or had already decided something in her mind.
It seemed to her that something heavy was beating rhythmically against all the walls of the room: it was her own heart, sinking with alarm and terror and overflowing with love.
"By the Lord Jesus Christ, I thought we had put something under him!" said the valet.
He remembered that he had now a new source of happiness and that this happiness had something to do with the Gospels.
But besides this there was something else of importance.
It was something white by the door--the statue of a sphinx, which also oppressed him.
And his attention was suddenly carried into another world, a world of reality and delirium in which something particular was happening.
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.
The soft whispering voice continued its rhythmic murmur, something oppressed him and stretched out, and the strange face was before him.
Only in the lower part of it something quivered.
That something shameful was his yesterday's conversation with Captain Ramballe.
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.
He carried his resolution within himself in terror and haste, like something dreadful and alien to him, for, after the previous night's experience, he was afraid of losing it.
But Pierre, though he felt that something unusual was happening around him, did not realize that he was approaching the fire.
This woman, swaying to and fro and muttering something, was choking with sobs.
In the middle of the street stood a French general saying something to those around him.
He ran round to the other side of the lodge and was about to dash into that part of it which was still standing, when just above his head he heard several voices shouting and then a cracking sound and the ring of something heavy falling close beside him.
I did hear something squealing in the garden.
He fancied he saw something pathetically innocent in that frightened, sickly little face.
The little barefooted Frenchman in the blue coat went up to the Armenians and, saying something, immediately seized the old man by his legs and the old man at once began pulling off his boots.
His face probably looked very terrible, for the officer said something in a whisper and four more uhlans left the ranks and placed themselves on both sides of Pierre.
But he also knew (or rather felt at the bottom of his heart) that by resigning himself now to the force of circumstances and to those who were guiding him, he was not only doing nothing wrong, but was doing something very important--more important than anything he had ever done in his life.
Reveries about Sonya had had something merry and playful in them, but to dream of Princess Mary was always difficult and a little frightening.
"Yes, yes!" cried Natasha opening her eyes wide, and vaguely recalling that Sonya had told her something about Prince Andrew whom she had seen lying down.
She not only remembered what she had then said--that he turned to look at her and smiled and was covered with something red--but was firmly convinced that she had then seen and said that he was covered with a pink quilt and that his eyes were closed.
But at that moment an adjutant entered and reported something to Davout.
There was a stir in the ranks of the soldiers and it was evident that they were all hurrying--not as men hurry to do something they understand, but as people hurry to finish a necessary but unpleasant and incomprehensible task.
There was some smoke, and the Frenchmen were doing something near the pit, with pale faces and trembling hands.
Pale, frightened people were doing something around the workman.
Around him in the darkness men were standing and evidently something about him interested them greatly.
They were telling him something and asking him something.
This man was doing something to his legs in the darkness, and though Pierre could not see his face he felt that the man continually glanced at him.
Then he took out a knife, cut something, closed the knife, placed it under the head of his bed, and, seating himself comfortably, clasped his arms round his lifted knees and fixed his eyes on Pierre.
In his hands he had something wrapped in a rag.
When Pierre saw his neighbor next morning at dawn the first impression of him, as of something round, was fully confirmed: Platon's whole figure--in a French overcoat girdled with a cord, a soldier's cap, and bast shoes--was round.
She had learned to knit stockings since Prince Andrew had casually mentioned that no one nursed the sick so well as old nurses who knit stockings, and that there is something soothing in the knitting of stockings.
Something was lacking in them, they were not clear, they were too one-sidedly personal and brain-spun.
He talked to them and discussed something trivial.
But just when he was clumsily creeping toward the door, that dreadful something on the other side was already pressing against it and forcing its way in.
Something not human--death--was breaking in through that door, and had to be kept out.
Sokolov, one of the soldiers in the shed with Pierre, was dying, and Pierre told the corporal that something should be done about him.
The Frenchman looked at the linen, considered for a moment, then looked inquiringly at Pierre and, as if Pierre's look had told him something, suddenly blushed and shouted in a squeaky voice:
Pierre too drew near the church where the thing was that evoked these exclamations, and dimly made out something leaning against the palings surrounding the church.
In three carriages involved among the munition carts, closely squeezed together, sat women with rouged faces, dressed in glaring colors, who were shouting something in shrill voices.
The orderly was striking a light and Shcherbinin was fumbling for something on the candlestick.
He regarded the whole business of the war not with his intelligence or his reason but by something else.
Toll was beginning to say something but Kutuzov checked him.
He tried to say something, but his face suddenly puckered and wrinkled; he waved his arm at Toll and turned to the opposite side of the room, to the corner darkened by the icons that hung there.
To be able to go a thousand miles he must imagine that something good awaits him at the end of those thousand miles.
Down below, a man wearing something red was running through the marsh.
When he espied Denisov he hastily threw something into the bushes, removed his sodden hat by its floppy brim, and approached his commander.
Only, please let me command something, so that I may really command...
I am used to something sweet.
May I call in that boy who was taken prisoner and give him something to eat?...
We gave him something to eat a while ago.
Do you want something to eat?
Something was boiling in a small cauldron at the edge of the fire and a soldier in a peaked cap and blue overcoat, lit up by the fire, was kneeling beside it stirring its contents with a ramrod.
No one replied a word to Dolokhov's laughter, and a French officer whom they could not see (he lay wrapped in a greatcoat) rose and whispered something to a companion.
Each instrument--now resembling a violin and now a horn, but better and clearer than violin or horn--played its own part, and before it had finished the melody merged with another instrument that began almost the same air, and then with a third and a fourth; and they all blended into one and again became separate and again blended, now into solemn church music, now into something dazzlingly brilliant and triumphant.
Cossacks, hussars, and ragged Russian prisoners, who had come running from both sides of the road, were shouting something loudly and incoherently.
I am used to something sweet.
It seemed to him that he was thinking of nothing, but far down and deep within him his soul was occupied with something important and comforting.
This something was a most subtle spiritual deduction from a conversation with Karataev the day before.
But well as he knew it, Pierre now listened to that tale as to something new, and the quiet rapture Karataev evidently felt as he told it communicated itself also to Pierre.
A pleasant feeling of excitement and an expectation of something joyful and solemn was aroused among the soldiers of the convoy and the prisoners.
They both looked pale, and in the expression on their faces--one of them glanced timidly at Pierre-- there was something resembling what he had seen on the face of the young soldier at the execution.
A prisoner, the Russian soldier the Frenchman had pushed away, was sitting near the fire patting something with his hand.
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.
And lastly, the final departure of the great Emperor from his heroic army is presented to us by the historians as something great and characteristic of genius.
After she felt herself deserted by Princes Mary and alone in her grief, Natasha spent most of the time in her room by herself, sitting huddled up feet and all in the corner of the sofa, tearing and twisting something with her slender nervous fingers and gazing intently and fixedly at whatever her eyes chanced to fall on.
Terrible anguish struck her heart, she felt a dreadful ache as if something was being torn inside her and she were dying.
Princess Mary, pale and with quivering chin, came out from that room and taking Natasha by the arm said something to her.
Not only did his contemporaries, carried away by their passions, talk in this way, but posterity and history have acclaimed Napoleon as grand, while Kutuzov is described by foreigners as a crafty, dissolute, weak old courtier, and by Russians as something indefinite--a sort of puppet useful only because he had a Russian name.
There was something horrible and bestial in the fleeting glance they threw at the riders and in the malevolent expression with which, after a glance at Kutuzov, the soldier with the sores immediately turned away and went on with what he was doing.
Pierre looked again at the companion's pale, delicate face with its black eyes and peculiar mouth, and something near to him, long forgotten and more than sweet, looked at him from those attentive eyes.
Princess Mary understood his story and sympathized with him, but she now saw something else that absorbed all her attention.
Natasha continued to look at him intently with bright, attentive, and animated eyes, as if trying to understand something more which he had perhaps left untold.
"Yes, yes," she said, answering something quite different.
I am something altogether different and higher.'
The idea of putting something aside out of his salary proved a dream.
He wished to help her and say something pleasant, but could think of nothing to say.
Countess Mary looked round, saw little Andrew following her, felt that Sonya was right, and for that very reason flushed and with evident difficulty refrained from saying something harsh.
Without you, or when something comes between us like this, I seem lost and can't do anything.
That happened only when, as was the case that day, her husband returned home, or a sick child was convalescent, or when she and Countess Mary spoke of Prince Andrew (she never mentioned him to her husband, who she imagined was jealous of Prince Andrew's memory), or on the rare occasions when something happened to induce her to sing, a practice she had quite abandoned since her marriage.
All who had known Natasha before her marriage wondered at the change in her as at something extraordinary.
The curly- headed, delicate boy sat with shining eyes unnoticed in a corner, starting every now and then and muttering something to himself, and evidently experiencing a new and powerful emotion as he turned his curly head, with his thin neck exposed by his turn-down collar, toward the place where Pierre sat.
The aim is excellent but in the present circumstances something else is needed.
Something else is needed.
She looked at him and did not think, but felt, about something different.
She did not compare them with him, but compared her feeling for them with her feeling for him, and felt with regret that there was something lacking in her feeling for young Nicholas.
Natasha was so used to this kind of talk with her husband that for her it was the surest sign of something being wrong between them if Pierre followed a line of logical reasoning.
And one couldn't love more, but this is something special....
I only pray God that something may happen to me such as happened to Plutarch's men, and I will act as they did.
Yes, I will do something with which even he would be satisfied....
And in the same way the universal historians sometimes, when it pleases them and fits in with their theory, say that power is the result of events, and sometimes, when they want to prove something else, say that power produces events.
A third class of historians--the so-called historians of culture-- following the path laid down by the universal historians who sometimes accept writers and ladies as forces producing events--again take that force to be something quite different.
But not to speak of the intrinsic quality of histories of this kind (which may possibly even be of use to someone for something) the histories of culture, to which all general histories tend more and more to approximate, are significant from the fact that after seriously and minutely examining various religious, philosophic, and political doctrines as causes of events, as soon as they have to describe an actual historic event such as the campaign of 1812 for instance, they involuntarily describe it as resulting from an exercise of power--and say plainly that that was the result of Napoleon's will.
The universal historians give contradictory replies to that question, while the historians of culture evade it and answer something quite different.
The science of jurisprudence regards the state and power as the ancients regarded fire--namely, as something existing absolutely.
The recognition of man's free will as something capable of influencing historical events, that is, as not subject to laws, is the same for history as the recognition of a free force moving the heavenly bodies would be for astronomy.
As in the question of astronomy then, so in the question of history now, the whole difference of opinion is based on the recognition or nonrecognition of something absolute, serving as the measure of visible phenomena.
It was one thing to tell herself everything was resolved, but quite another to thoroughly accept something she had always considered wrong.
It's always something, isn't it?
If you want something different, why don't you trade them in on something else?
He had indicated enough times that he would like to see her in something a little more feminine and fashionable.
It wasn't something she would normally do - buying clothes specifically for a trip.
I saw his picture on your refrigerator.
There was something which she wished very much to know before going home, and so, without thinking, she had leaned over and whispered just three little words.
"Why didn't you give something to Sarcas?" he asked.
When Daniel Defoe heard how Selkirk had lived alone on the island of Juan Fernandez, he said to himself: Here is something worth telling about.
"I wonder why we didn't think of something like that long ago," said his father.
"Good friend," he said, "if you should find something that we have lost, what would you do with it?"
But then something totally unexpected happened.
One day something happened which seemed to me to be adding insult to injury.
"Love is something like the clouds that were in the sky before the sun came out," she replied.
But it was a long time before I ventured to take the initiative, and still longer before I could find something appropriate to say at the right time.
Here were great oaks and splendid evergreens with trunks like mossy pillars, from the branches of which hung garlands of ivy and mistletoe, and persimmon trees, the odour of which pervaded every nook and corner of the wood--an illusive, fragrant something that made the heart glad.
What reasonable man ever supposed that ornaments were something outward and in the skin merely--that the tortoise got his spotted shell, or the shell-fish its mother-o'-pearl tints, by such a contract as the inhabitants of Broadway their Trinity Church?
Once more something whistled, but this time quite close, swooping downwards like a little bird; a flame flashed in the middle of the street, something exploded, and the street was shrouded in smoke.
"We're coming to something now," announced the horse.
"I have something here for little Edward," he said.
It's feminine enough, but it looks like something grandma would wear.
Carmen stiffened and looked up at Alex, but he found something interesting outside to look at.
And yet, there was something about her that suggested she was in uncharted waters - maybe body language.
"You may buy something, if you wish," said his mother.