They quickly surrounded him and made him their prisoner.
Why should they begin digging their graves as soon as they are born?
That it would mean people would no longer know their neighbors?
Their house is ridiculously ostentatious, and doesn’t fit the style of the neighborhood.
You got an invitation to their beach house this weekend! Where’s mine?
Their joys are few; their sorrows are many.
They even agreed to take care of the animals while Alex and Carmen took their first vacation.
Alex introduced Jonathan and their welcome to him was equally warm.
Felipa left them to their family outing and returned to the house.
Everyone liked the idea, so they returned to their rooms and cleaned up.
The only bait he could find was a bright red blossom from a flower; but he knew fishes are easy to fool if anything bright attracts their attention, so he decided to try the blossom.
Then the three held a counsel to decide what they should do next, but could think of no way to better their condition.
They're cold and flabby, like cabbages, in spite of their prettiness.
Inside the shed Alpatych and the coachman arranged the tangled reins and traces of their horses with trembling hands.
The old man was still sitting in the ornamental garden, like a fly impassive on the face of a loved one who is dead, tapping the last on which he was making the bast shoe, and two little girls, running out from the hot house carrying in their skirts plums they had plucked from the trees there, came upon Prince Andrew.
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.
They would have had to retire of their own accord, for they had no water for men or horses.
I guess maybe hearing people talk... about their marriage.
Their welcome to Alex appeared to be genuine.
As they would be drinking, James and Claudia left their car at home and took a taxi to the party.
When the kids were settled in their room, she turned on Alex.
Maybe he was thinking about Alexia, but that was still on their land, in the old house before it was renovated.
Or maybe he was thinking about their conversation last night.
Felipa considered the question a moment and then her brows resumed their normal position.
Then they caressed their way up her side, his thumb sliding under her bra and gently up the curve of her breast.
A friend, certainly, but their relationship was also romantic so best friend didn't seem like a good description.
He was realizing the impact the lie had on their relationship.
The worst thing was their terror of reaching the bottom of this great crack in the earth, and the natural fear that sudden death was about to overtake them at any moment.
So he placed Dorothy upon one side of him and the boy upon the other and set a lantern upon each of their heads.
The Mangaboos were much impressed because they had never before seen any light that did not come directly from their suns.
Before long they neared the Black Pit, where a busy swarm of Mangaboos, headed by their Princess, was engaged in piling up glass rocks before the entrance.
Many people were hurrying through the streets and there were many soldiers, but cabs were still driving about, tradesmen stood at their shops, and service was being held in the churches as usual.
While the horses were being harnessed Alpatych and Ferapontov over their tea talked of the price of corn, the crops, and the good weather for harvesting.
With lively curiosity everyone tried to get a glimpse of the projectiles as they flew over their heads.
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.
Some of the soldiers were frightened and ran away, others went on filling their bags.
Riding past the pond where there used always to be dozens of women chattering as they rinsed their linen or beat it with wooden beetles, Prince Andrew noticed that there was not a soul about and that the little washing wharf, torn from its place and half submerged, was floating on its side in the middle of the pond.
I took down the name and rank of their commanding officer, to hand in a complaint about it.
A large crowd of militiamen and domestics were moving toward her, and in their midst several men were supporting by the armpits and dragging along a little old man in a uniform and decorations.
He was lying on his back propped up high, and his small bony hands with their knotted purple veins were lying on the quilt; his left eye gazed straight before him, his right eye was awry, and his brows and lips motionless.
The old prince used to approve of them for their endurance at work when they came to Bald Hills to help with the harvest or to dig ponds, and ditches, but he disliked them for their boorishness.
Hundreds of peasants, among them the Bogucharovo folk, suddenly began selling their cattle and moving in whole families toward the southeast.