"I remember those shoes," said the little man, nodding.
For the most part, the facial expressions of those sitting around the table were sympathetic, but Dulce looked as if she was ready to break into tears.
Those films are being made now.
Those eyes would be mocking her, or maybe filled with fear.
Just then his eye fell upon the lanterns and the can of kerosene oil which Zeb had brought from the car of his balloon, and he got a clever idea from those commonplace things.
Besides, those are my animals.
Those hospital corridors are long and the patients are relentless.
Do those two things even compare?
What was it he said that day in the mountains... a body could be lost in those hills forever?
"I will take one of those turkeys," he said.
Those words stayed in her mind all afternoon.
Those differences are part of what makes us unique.
The wreaths were so nearly alike that none of those who were with the king could point out any difference.
She couldn't have forgotten those eyes.
What was going on behind those fantastic eyes, she couldn't say, but Pete's jaw must have dropped a mile.
Thanks. Those things give me the creeps.
Instead of science proceeding at the slow speed of time, the only limit on its progress will be processor speed—and those two speeds hardly can be compared.
As this business was to be entered into without the usual capital, it may not be easy to conjecture where those means, that will still be indispensable to every such undertaking, were to be obtained.
It would be a shame to ruin those beautiful eyes with this sun.
"Those were the first words I ever said," called out the horse, who had overheard them, "and I can't explain why I happened to speak then.
Of late he had received so many new and very serious impressions--such as the retreat from Smolensk, his visit to Bald Hills, and the recent news of his father's death--and had experienced so many emotions, that for a long time past those memories had not entered his mind, and now that they did, they did not act on him with nearly their former strength.
Those jeans make your legs look so long.
For Quint, those pieces were essential to wrapping up his case.
Mom always told me to watch out for those fast talkers.
Don't you ever try to use one of those on me again.
And that stupid set without whom my wife cannot exist, and those women...
If you only knew what those society women are, and women in general!
It isn't one of those things you can talk through, I guess.
He's one of those country fellows who can sleep in the haymow and eat with the horses.
In those times there were even some kings who could not read.
My point is: While the Internet does all those things, it is not accurate to say the Internet is only any one of them.
Among the innumerable categories applicable to the phenomena of human life one may discriminate between those in which substance prevails and those in which form prevails.
Why don't you protect those fantastic legs with some jeans and I'll take you to explore the woods.
Brandon, we all agreed on those rules.
"I am going to help drive those red-coated British out of the country," he said to his mother.
To me, those stories feel a bit desperate.
I knew the gifts I already had were not those of which friends had thrown out such tantalizing hints, and my teacher said the presents I was to have would be even nicer than these.
I was never still a moment; my life was as full of motion as those little insects that crowd a whole existence into one brief day.
Pierre was among those who saw him come out from the merchants' hall with tears of emotion in his eyes.
Others joined those men and stopped and told how cannon balls had fallen on a house close to them.
Dron was one of those physically and mentally vigorous peasants who grow big beards as soon as they are of age and go on unchanged till they are sixty or seventy, without a gray hair or the loss of a tooth, as straight and strong at sixty as at thirty.
Without saying anything of this to the princess, Alpatych had his own belongings taken out of the carts which had arrived from Bald Hills and had those horses got ready for the princess' carriages.
Denisov came from those parts and knew the country well.
But then, maybe Alondra was one of those people who simply took a long time to warm to strangers.
Those animals were more afraid of her than she of them, and he knew it.
If it required those things, the computer couldn't do it.
But to confine myself to those who are said to be in moderate circumstances.
He was not meditating, but only deferring the moment of making the effort to lift those legs up and turn over on the bed.
From this you will see that you have a perfect right to reassure the inhabitants of Smolensk, for those defended by two such brave armies may feel assured of victory.
In that circle they discountenanced those who advised hurried preparations for a removal to Kazan of the court and the girls' educational establishments under the patronage of the Dowager Empress.
This memory carried him sadly and sweetly back to those painful feelings of which he had not thought lately, but which still found place in his soul.
"Ah, those advisers!" said he.
But believe me, my dear boy, there is nothing stronger than those two: patience and time, they will do it all.
We should in fact have reached those two fundamentals of which man's whole outlook on the universe is constructed--the incomprehensible essence of life, and the laws defining that essence.
It was time to shove those old inhibitions out of their bedroom.
That wide-eyed innocent look and those full lips reminded him of a fairytale princess.
In those last moments when it was too late, she had decided to go with them.
In fact she had avoided - even pushed away those who might want to claim close friendship.
The man stepped out and those piercing blue eyes questioned her silently from under furrowed bows.
Those blue eyes were boring into her soul, searching for heaven only knew what.
But then so was the scream of a mountain lion, and she had never seen one of those, either.
Finally even those subsided, leaving her feeling weak and drained.
It was on one of those occasions that Lisa made her first perplexing discovery.
What if a snake had been in those bushes?
I'll take care of those details.
A touch of humor flashed in those blue pools, and then it was gone.
Those eyes were dark now, mostly because the pupils were large.
The cogs were working behind those blue eyes.
What goes on outside those doors is none of their business.
They saw a landscape with mountains and plains, lakes and rivers, very like those upon the earth's surface; but all the scene was splendidly colored by the variegated lights from the six suns.
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.
Those colored suns are exactly in the same place they were when we came, and if there is no sunset there can be no night.
We were lucky to get away from those dreadful vegetable people.
"It's good, anyway," said Zeb, "or those little rascals wouldn't have gobbled it up so greedily."
"And that's just what I shall do if you don't let those little balls of pork alone," said Jim, glaring at the kitten with his round, big eyes.
Others had flat noses, protruding eyes, and ears that were shaped like those of an elephant.
Unhitch those tugs, Zeb, and set me free from the buggy, so I can fight comfortably.
"Those wooden things are impossible to hurt," he said, "and all the damage Jim has done to them is to knock a few splinters from their noses and ears.
"Anyhow," said Dorothy, "we've 'scaped those awful Gurgles, and that's ONE comfort!"
It's enough to have your pedigree flung in your face by those saucy dragonettes.
Jim's eyes stuck out as much as those of the Sawhorse, and he stared at the creature with his ears erect and his long head drawn back until it rested against his arched neck.
"Of course not," added Jim, with a touch of scorn; "those little wooden legs of yours are not half as long as my own."
"Do you remember those birds?" said Mr. Speed.
"I stopped a minute to give those birds to their mother," he answered.
He saw the kind faces of those whom he loved.
Not one of the bees so much as looked at those in her left hand.
In those days, people had not learned to be kind to their enemies.
Saying this, he ordered that ten gold pieces be given to the merchant in place of those that were lacking.
It was so close to the sea that those who lived in it could hear the waves forever beating against the shore.
"Then to-morrow I will go out and see some of those things," he said.
In this book, I maintain the future will be without ignorance, disease, hunger, poverty, and war, and I support those assertions with history, data, and reason.
I don't dispute the cliché, "Those who do not know history are doomed to repeat it."
The answers to those questions are what define the Internet.
Those are the ones we call antiques today.
I say "could" because I doubt they have all those databases loaded yet, but you get the idea.
Or, through serendipity, scientists stumbled into things—with those "your chocolate is in my peanut butter" moments.
And if each of those billion people in turn shared a million of their life experiences, and you recorded them, you'd have an aggregate number of life experiences so large I had to look it up online.
It will build a table of all the words used by people like you who have reviewed those restaurants and will look for San Francisco restaurants described with the same words.
So these doctors were perhaps just as brilliant as those who have come since.
The same happenchance brought us the learning that children in schools with fluorescent lights get fewer cavities than those in schools with incandescent lighting.
Say, for instance, you believe redheads cause more traffic accidents than those with other colors of hair.
In the future, we'll not only know if that is so, but why: Perhaps mental agility is a result of their extensive exposure to a chemical in pencil lead and newsprint that they got by doing all those puzzles.
Then that person might choose to publish those results and others could verify them.
Why do people in certain areas stay in school longer than those in other areas?
Each of those new cells has a new copy of your DNA.
If people with those conditions get better, information about their treatment can be widely shared with those who have the common genetic factors.
For instance, have you ever seen one of those people on TV who is turning one hundred and says he ate bacon every day of his life?
So when people have excess goods, they are able to trade those goods away for things they want and suffer less of a decrease in utility than the amount they are increasing in their trading partners.
The theory of pricing means people who want items the most choose to buy those items instead of others they could buy.
Those final nine words stuck in my mind: Since it might be possible, it must be possible.
As we envision a world where machines do more and more work that people used to do, our minds naturally turn to those who would be displaced by technological advance.
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.
Calculating the actual, societal costs of fatty foods, alcohol, cars, pet ownership, mercury thermometers, air conditioning, solar panels, razor blades, jogging shoes, and ten thousand other things, and incorporating those costs in the prices as taxes would lead to a vastly more efficient allocation of resources.
Say the second country requires the business to do none of those things.
The minute we do, the people doing those jobs should become operators of the new machines—and get big raises because their productivity just shot way up.
Those things were never necessary for prosperity and even less so in the Internet age.
Choose whichever of those you are comfortable with, but let me illustrate with a single example.
Taken together, those findings suggest that almost all economic growth in the last 120-plus years was from technology.
When computers are in your clothes, medicine, eyeglasses, wallet, tires, walls, makeup, jewelry, cookware, tennis shoes, binoculars, and everything else you own, those things will do more than you can imagine—the stuff of science fiction.
Yes, I know this sounds like one of those bad infomercials.
How those clothes will monitor my health, my hydration levels, and even my body odor.
Direct payments are made to an increasing number of citizens and the size of those payments rise.
Are those interest payments to the child "welfare?"
I enjoy those freedoms much like an interest payment or dividend, and I call it "my right" to free speech.
As we consider the lot of those left behind, it becomes clearer how the end of scarcity will have a profound impact on the world.
Well, wealth would expand dramatically, and the people who had those jobs before could get new and better jobs, such as managing the army of manure-toting robots.
If a million people lose their jobs to a machine, then entrepreneurs start businesses that hire those people to do other things.
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."
In my experience, people who challenge themselves and strive for goals are happier and healthier than those who don't.
The free enterprise system—the greatest creator of wealth the world has known—will continue to produce the material gains we enjoy today and to reward most those who serve their fellow humans best.
Why are people so quick to vilify those on the "other side" of the issue—and why do we even think in terms of sides?
Those who argue they should not say there is no way for poor countries to compete with mechanized Western farming and the extremely high yields it produces.
Those are only some of the most significant factors contributing to hunger in the world today.
Because the most efficient farms in the world are those that operate at vast scale.
Other businesses in the food industry—say those pricey health foods you see at fancy grocery stores—optimize for taste and nutrition at the expense of price.
And we all know about those that optimize for cost and nutrition but the resulting food tastes awful; I have consumed enough wheatgrass to attest to this.
When a promising new finding emerges, that information will be shared with other farms and those techniques will be tested there.
The speed and quality of those algorithms will get ever better.
There are those who would elevate the right to food as being a fundamental human right.
Rights do not mean much, he reasoned, to those with an "empty stomach, shirtless back, roofless dwellings ... unemployment and poverty, no education or medical attention."
The disturbing thing to realize is we would have been those people had we been born in those times.
More and more, those wishing to change the status quo adopt this as their primary tactic.
By declaring a pretty broad range of things worth killing and dying for, we say that each of those is more precious to us than human life.
Early in his presidency, in a 1953 address that would become known as his "Cross of Iron" speech, he declared, "Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.
So did de Tocqueville, touring nineteenth-century America, when he wrote that "All those who seek to destroy the liberties of a democratic nation ought to know that war is the surest and shortest means to accomplish it."
It has led us up those last few steps to the mountain pass; and beyond there is a different country.
Those asking it didn't offer a means for the world to escape from war.
It was a rhetorical question and, to those posing it, simply a wish—just another way to say, "Why can't we all just get along?"
Try hauling those off.
From the northwest angle of Nova Scotia, viz., that angle which is formed by a line drawn due north from the source of St. Croix River to the highlands; along the said highlands which divide those rivers that empty themselves into the river St. Lawrence ...
Slowly but steadily, as part of the growth of civilization, countries are signing treaties and reaching agreements that spell out in detail the common set of rules those nations will abide by.
Satellite photos can uncover those who would transgress the rules.
However, practically speaking, it sometimes has a corrupting influence on those whom it empowers to act for the state.
Those rights lead to prosperity and security, and wars serve no use.
If your father is American and your mother Chinese, you will have a different understanding of differences between those countries, and, on balance, will be less amenable to war between those nations.
I have never met someone who returned from another country saying, Man, those guys are such jerks.
You view it as your duty to protest when people who do not hold to those values gain power.
I see us today in a situation like those historical ones.
In both those cases, a technology or technique came along that actually changed the way people think.
From those adventures, though, I did learn (the hard way) to think ahead about what could possibly go wrong.
As I see it, the grandchildren of those who would strap bombs on themselves today will not be rushing to imitate their elders.
Many technological problems I don't address in this book, but I believe technology will provide solutions for those also.
If the answers to those questions are affirmative, then making assumptions about increasing rates of technological progress is very reasonable.
Many incidents of those early years are fixed in my memory, isolated, but clear and distinct, making the sense of that silent, aimless, dayless life all the more intense.
How much more this difficulty must be augmented in the case of those who are both deaf and blind!
At that time I eagerly absorbed everything I read without a thought of authorship, and even now I cannot be quite sure of the boundary line between my ideas and those I find in books.
I had disgraced myself; I had brought suspicion upon those I loved best.
But the angel of forgetfulness has gathered up and carried away much of the misery and all the bitterness of those sad days.
I find in one of them, a letter to Mr. Anagnos, dated September 29, 1891, words and sentiments exactly like those of the book.
Those early compositions were mental gymnastics.
It is certain that I cannot always distinguish my own thoughts from those I read, because what I read becomes the very substance and texture of my mind.
Mr. Anagnos states that he cast his vote with those who were favourable to me.
I recall with unmixed delight those days when a thousand childish fancies became beautiful realities.
The teachers at the Wright-Humason School were always planning how they might give the pupils every advantage that those who hear enjoy--how they might make much of few tendencies and passive memories in the cases of the little ones--and lead them out of the cramping circumstances in which their lives were set.
Only those who knew and loved him best can understand what his friendship meant to me.
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.
The highest chords he strikes are those of reason and self-love.
In my fancy the pagan gods and goddesses still walked on earth and talked face to face with men, and in my heart I secretly built shrines to those I loved best.
One could have traveled round the word many times while I trudged my weary way through the labyrinthine mazes of grammars and dictionaries, or fell into those dreadful pitfalls called examinations, set by schools and colleges for the confusion of those who seek after knowledge.
Those are red-letter days in our lives when we meet people who thrill us like a fine poem, people whose handshake is brimful of unspoken sympathy, and whose sweet, rich natures impart to our eager, impatient spirits a wonderful restfulness which, in its essence, is divine.
The hands of those I meet are dumbly eloquent to me.
When I find my work particularly difficult and discouraging, she writes me letters that make me feel glad and brave; for she is one of those from whom we learn that one painful duty fulfilled makes the next plainer and easier.
The best passages are those in which she talks about herself, and gives her world in terms of her experience of it.
Those are passages of which one would ask for more.
Many of those written before 1892 were published in the reports of the Perkins Institution for the Blind.
There are a great many instruments besides those which the astronomers use.
I did not imagine, when I studied about the forests of Maine, that a strong and beautiful ship would go sailing all over the world, carrying wood from those rich forests, to build pleasant homes and schools and churches in distant countries.
The glorious bay lay calm and beautiful in the October sunshine, and the ships came and went like idle dreams; those seaward going slowly disappeared like clouds that change from gold to gray; those homeward coming sped more quickly like birds that seek their mother's nest....
The thought that my dear Heavenly Father is always near, giving me abundantly of all those things, which truly enrich life and make it sweet and beautiful, makes every deprivation seem of little moment compared with the countless blessings I enjoy.
She had previously obtained permission from General Loring, Supt. of the Museum, for me to touch the statues, especially those which represented my old friends in the "Iliad" and "Aeneid."
Why, only a little while ago people thought it quite impossible to teach the deaf-blind anything; but no sooner was it proved possible than hundreds of kind, sympathetic hearts were fired with the desire to help them, and now we see how many of those poor, unfortunate persons are being taught to see the beauty and reality of life.
As to the two-handed alphabet, I think it is much easier for those who have sight than the manual alphabet; for most of the letters look like the large capitals in books; but I think when it comes to teaching a deaf-blind person to spell, the manual alphabet is much more convenient, and less conspicuous....
But, while we were discussing plans for the winter, a suggestion which Dr. Hale had made long ago flashed across Teacher's mind--that I might take courses somewhat like those offered at Radcliffe, under the instruction of the professors in these courses.
Perhaps I shall take up these studies later; but I've said goodbye to Mathematics forever, and I assure you, I was delighted to see the last of those horrid goblins!
TO MR. WILLIAM WADE Cambridge, February 2, 1901. ...By the way, have you any specimens of English braille especially printed for those who have lost their sight late in life or have fingers hardened by long toil, so that their touch is less sensitive than that of other blind people?
I trust that the effort of The Great Round World to bring light to those who sit in darkness will receive the encouragement and support it so richly deserves.
In this way she is able to get the meaning of those half sentences which we complete unconsciously from the tone of the voice or the twinkle of the eye.
No attempt is made by those around her either to preserve or to break her illusions.
She has none of those nervous habits that are so noticeable and so distressing in blind children.
WE MAKE A SORT OF GAME OF IT and try to see who can find the words most quickly, Helen with her fingers, or I with my eyes, and she learns as many new words as I can explain with the help of those she knows.
She was greatly amused, and began at once to find analogies between her movements and those of the plants.
She is always ready to share whatever she has with those about her, often keeping but very little for herself.
I reminded her of the corn, beans and watermelon-seed she had planted in the spring, and told her that the tall corn in the garden, and the beans and watermelon vines had grown from those seeds.
Only those who are with her daily can realize the rapid advancement which she is making in the acquisition of language.
I substituted the adjectives LARGE and SMALL for those signs.
I said: Why do you write those sentences on the board?
She is able not only to distinguish with great accuracy the different undulations of the air and the vibrations of the floor made by various sounds and motions, and to recognize her friends and acquaintances the instant she touches their hands or clothing, but she also perceives the state of mind of those around her.
In my account of Helen last year, I mentioned several instances where she seemed to have called into use an inexplicable mental faculty; but it now seems to me, after carefully considering the matter, that this power may be explained by her perfect familiarity with the muscular variations of those with whom she comes into contact, caused by their emotions.
She has a very sociable disposition, and delights in the companionship of those who can follow the rapid motions of her fingers; but if left alone she will amuse herself for hours at a time with her knitting or sewing.
She bends over her book with a look of intense interest, and as the forefinger of her left hand runs along the line, she spells out the words with the other hand; but often her motions are so rapid as to be unintelligible even to those accustomed to reading the swift and varied movements of her fingers.
It is impossible to isolate a child in the midst of society, so that he shall not be influenced by the beliefs of those with whom he associates.
After May, 1890, it was evident to me that she had reached a point where it was impossible to keep from her the religious beliefs held by those with whom she was in daily contact.
The fact that sin exists, and that great misery results from it, dawned gradually upon her mind as she understood more and more clearly the lives and experiences of those around her.
I know that this idea will be vigorously combated by those who conduct schools for the deaf.
At the time when I became her teacher, she had made for herself upward of sixty signs, all of which were imitative and were readily understood by those who knew her.
It brings me into closer and tenderer relationship with those I love, and makes it possible for me to enjoy the sweet companionship of a great many persons from whom I should be entirely cut off if I could not talk.
So I want to say to those who are trying to learn to speak and those who are teaching them: Be of good cheer.
I give below a portion of Miss Canby's story, "The Rose Fairies," and also Helen's letter to Mr. Anagnos containing her "dream," so that the likenesses and differences may be studied by those interested in the subject:
So he called together his merry little fairies, and showing them a number of jars and vases filled with gold and precious stones, told them to carry those carefully to the palace of Santa Claus, and give them to him with the compliments of King Frost.
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....
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.
I am not one of those on whom fortune deigns to smile.
If I should attempt to tell how I have desired to spend my life in years past, it would probably surprise those of my readers who are somewhat acquainted with its actual history; it would certainly astonish those who know nothing about it.
Those conveniences which the student requires at Cambridge or elsewhere cost him or somebody else ten times as great a sacrifice of life as they would with proper management on both sides.
Those things for which the most money is demanded are never the things which the student most wants.
I think that it would be better than this, for the students, or those who desire to be benefited by it, even to lay the foundation themselves.
For my part, I should like to know who in those days did not build them--who were above such trifling.
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.
Being superior to physical suffering, it sometimes chanced that they were superior to any consolation which the missionaries could offer; and the law to do as you would be done by fell with less persuasiveness on the ears of those who, for their part, did not care how they were done by, who loved their enemies after a new fashion, and came very near freely forgiving them all they did.
Those plants of whose greenness withered we make herb tea for the sick serve but a humble use, and are most employed by quacks.
Both place and time were changed, and I dwelt nearer to those parts of the universe and to those eras in history which had most attracted me.
Did you ever think what those sleepers are that underlie the railroad?
The crowds of men who merely spoke the Greek and Latin tongues in the Middle Ages were not entitled by the accident of birth to read the works of genius written in those languages; for these were not written in that Greek or Latin which they knew, but in the select language of literature.
There are those who, like cormorants and ostriches, can digest all sorts of this, even after the fullest dinner of meats and vegetables, for they suffer nothing to be wasted.
The best books are not read even by those who are called good readers.
I grew in those seasons like corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would have been.
I had this advantage, at least, in my mode of life, over those who were obliged to look abroad for amusement, to society and the theatre, that my life itself was become my amusement and never ceased to be novel.
In those driving northeast rains which tried the village houses so, when the maids stood ready with mop and pail in front entries to keep the deluge out, I sat behind my door in my little house, which was all entry, and thoroughly enjoyed its protection.
I think I shall never revisit those scenes.
The hawk is aerial brother of the wave which he sails over and surveys, those his perfect air-inflated wings answering to the elemental unfledged pinions of the sea.
A long war, not with cranes, but with weeds, those Trojans who had sun and rain and dews on their side.
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.
For the most part I escaped wonderfully from these dangers, either by proceeding at once boldly and without deliberation to the goal, as is recommended to those who run the gauntlet, or by keeping my thoughts on high things, like Orpheus, who, "loudly singing the praises of the gods to his lyre, drowned the voices of the Sirens, and kept out of danger."
I was never molested by any person but those who represented the State.
It is a vitreous greenish blue, as I remember it, like those patches of the winter sky seen through cloud vistas in the west before sundown.
They are similar to those found in rivers; but as there are no suckers nor lampreys here, I know not by what fish they could be made.
It was one of those afternoons which seem indefinitely long before one, in which many events may happen, a large portion of our natural life, though it was already half spent when I started.
We are most interested when science reports what those men already know practically or instinctively, for that alone is a true humanity, or account of human experience.
Almost every New England boy among my contemporaries shouldered a fowling-piece between the ages of ten and fourteen; and his hunting and fishing grounds were not limited, like the preserves of an English nobleman, but were more boundless even than those of a savage.
Those same stars twinkle over other fields than these.--But how to come out of this condition and actually migrate thither?
See those clouds; how they hang!
Those village worms are quite too large; a shiner may make a meal off one without finding the skewer.
A similar engagement between great and small ants is recorded by Olaus Magnus, in which the small ones, being victorious, are said to have buried the bodies of their own soldiers, but left those of their giant enemies a prey to the birds.
The mortar on them was fifty years old, and was said to be still growing harder; but this is one of those sayings which men love to repeat whether they are true or not.
But these within the ice are not so numerous nor obvious as those beneath.
One day when I came to the same place forty-eight hours afterward, I found that those large bubbles were still perfect, though an inch more of ice had formed, as I could see distinctly by the seam in the edge of a cake.
For many weeks I met no one in my walks but those who came occasionally to cut wood and sled it to the village.
I had read of the potter's clay and wheel in Scripture, but it had never occurred to me that the pots we use were not such as had come down unbroken from those days, or grown on trees like gourds somewhere, and I was pleased to hear that so fictile an art was ever practiced in my neighborhood.
We talked of rude and simple times, when men sat about large fires in cold, bracing weather, with clear heads; and when other dessert failed, we tried our teeth on many a nut which wise squirrels have long since abandoned, for those which have the thickest shells are commonly empty.
Our notions of law and harmony are commonly confined to those instances which we detect; but the harmony which results from a far greater number of seemingly conflicting, but really concurring, laws, which we have not detected, is still more wonderful.
Sometimes one of those great cakes slips from the ice-man's sled into the village street, and lies there for a week like a great emerald, an object of interest to all passers.
How handsome the great sweeping curves in the edge of the ice, answering somewhat to those of the shore, but more regular!
Are those the true and natural sentiments of man?
Sometimes we are inclined to class those who are once-and-a-half-witted with the half-witted, because we appreciate only a third part of their wit.
I would not be one of those who will foolishly drive a nail into mere lath and plastering; such a deed would keep me awake nights.
I quarrel not with far-off foes, but with those who, near at home, co-operate with, and do the bidding of those far away, and without whom the latter would be harmless.
The soldier is applauded who refuses to serve in an unjust war by those who do not refuse to sustain the unjust government which makes the war; is applauded by those whose own act and authority he disregards and sets at naught; as if the state were penitent to that degree that it hired one to scourge it while it sinned, but not to that degree that it left off sinning for a moment.
I do not hesitate to say, that those who call themselves Abolitionists should at once effectually withdraw their support, both in person and property, from the government of Massachusetts, and not wait till they constitute a majority of one, before they suffer the right to prevail through them.
The best thing a man can do for his culture when he is rich is to endeavor to carry out those schemes which he entertained when he was poor.
His words are wisdom to those legislators who contemplate no essential reform in the existing government; but for thinkers, and those who legislate for all time, he never once glances at the subject.
I know of those whose serene and wise speculations on this theme would soon reveal the limits of his mind's range and hospitality.
Those were extremes, no doubt, but they are not what is most important.
But look here: give up visiting those Kuragins and leading that sort of life.
"Listen!" cried he, standing there and addressing those in the room.
Those three got hold of a bear somewhere, put it in a carriage, and set off with it to visit some actresses!
He paid me attentions in those days, said the countess, with a smile.
How priceless are those last moments!
Hey, who's there? he called out in a tone only used by persons who are certain that those they call will rush to obey the summons.
But those tears were pleasant to them both.
As soon as the provocatively gay strains of Daniel Cooper (somewhat resembling those of a merry peasant dance) began to sound, all the doorways of the ballroom were suddenly filled by the domestic serfs--the men on one side and the women on the other--who with beaming faces had come to see their master making merry.
The princess smiled as people do who think they know more about the subject under discussion than those they are talking with.
"And this is gratitude--this is recognition for those who have sacrificed everything for his sake!" she cried.
Our duty, my dear, is to rectify his mistake, to ease his last moments by not letting him commit this injustice, and not to let him die feeling that he is rendering unhappy those who...
He lit it and, distracted by observing those around him, began crossing himself with the hand that held the taper.
He judged by the cautious movements of those who crowded round the invalid chair that they had lifted the dying man and were moving him.
After a few minutes' bustle beside the high bedstead, those who had carried the sick man dispersed.
"Why don't you speak, cousin?" suddenly shrieked the princess so loud that those in the drawing room heard her and were startled.
With those about him, from his daughter to his serfs, the prince was sharp and invariably exacting, so that without being a hardhearted man he inspired such fear and respect as few hardhearted men would have aroused.
When you get there you'll find out what those Hofs- kriegs-wurst-Raths are!
Only those things he always kept with him remained in his room; a small box, a large canteen fitted with silver plate, two Turkish pistols and a saber--a present from his father who had brought it from the siege of Ochakov.
Prince Andrew smiled as he looked at his sister, as we smile at those we think we thoroughly understand.
Those eyes lit up the whole of her thin, sickly face and made it beautiful.
Kutuzov and the Austrian general were talking in low voices and Kutuzov smiled slightly as treading heavily he stepped down from the carriage just as if those two thousand men breathlessly gazing at him and the regimental commander did not exist.
Wasn't it fine when those Germans gave us lifts!
It was Dolokhov marching with particular grace and boldness in time to the song and looking at those driving past as if he pitied all who were not at that moment marching with the company.
His face expressed more satisfaction with himself and those around him, his smile and glance were brighter and more attractive.
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?"
Prince Andrew was one of those rare staff officers whose chief interest lay in the general progress of the war.
He was not one of those many diplomats who are esteemed because they have certain negative qualities, avoid doing certain things, and speak French.
He was one of those, who, liking work, knew how to do it, and despite his indolence would sometimes spend a whole night at his writing table.
Bilibin's services were valued not only for what he wrote, but also for his skill in dealing and conversing with those in the highest spheres.
It will be as I said at the beginning of the campaign, it won't be your skirmishing at Durrenstein, or gunpowder at all, that will decide the matter, but those who devised it, said Bilibin quoting one of his own mots, releasing the wrinkles on his forehead, and pausing.
Next day, which was yesterday, those gentlemen, messieurs les marechaux, * Murat, Lannes, and Belliard, mount and ride to the bridge.
Leave it to those who are no longer fit for anything else....
"Yes, he has a right to speak so calmly of those men's death," thought Bolkonski.
We can't stop those fellows, said the staff officer pointing to the soldiers.
He spoke as if those bullets could not kill him, and his half-closed eyes gave still more persuasiveness to his words.
The whole moving mass began pressing closer together and a report spread that they were ordered to halt: evidently those in front had halted.
Several of those present smiled at Zherkov's words, expecting one of his usual jokes, but noticing that what he was saying redounded to the glory of our arms and of the day's work, they assumed a serious expression, though many of them knew that what he was saying was a lie devoid of any foundation.
Several of those present laughed.
"How was it a gun was abandoned?" asked Bagration, frowning, not so much at the captain as at those who were laughing, among whom Zherkov laughed loudest.
Irresistible drowsiness overpowered him, red rings danced before his eyes, and the impression of those voices and faces and a sense of loneliness merged with the physical pain.
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.
It seemed so natural to Pierre that everyone should like him, and it would have seemed so unnatural had anyone disliked him, that he could not but believe in the sincerity of those around him.
He recalled her former words and looks and the words and looks of those who had seen them together.
Pierre was one of those who are only strong when they feel themselves quite innocent, and since that day when he was overpowered by a feeling of desire while stooping over the snuffbox at Anna Pavlovna's, an unacknowledged sense of the guilt of that desire paralyzed his will.
It seemed as if the very light of the candles was focused on those two happy faces alone.
I do not know, but it will certainly happen! thought Pierre, glancing at those dazzling shoulders close to his eyes.
This happiness is for those who have not in them what there is in you.
"Oh, take those off... those..." she said, pointing to his spectacles.
I can't bear those old men!
Nicholas' letter was read over hundreds of times, and those who were considered worthy to hear it had to come to the countess, for she did not let it out of her hands.
Our stories have some weight, not like the stories of those fellows on the staff who get rewards without doing anything!
The day was bright and sunny after a sharp night frost, and the cheerful glitter of that autumn day was in keeping with the news of victory which was conveyed, not only by the tales of those who had taken part in it, but also by the joyful expression on the faces of soldiers, officers, generals, and adjutants, as they passed Rostov going or coming.
And he was not the only man to experience that feeling during those memorable days preceding the battle of Austerlitz: nine tenths of the men in the Russian army were then in love, though less ecstatically, with their Tsar and the glory of the Russian arms.
He ate nothing and had slept badly that night, those around him reported.
The commanders are: Herr General Wimpfen, le Comte de Langeron, le Prince de Lichtenstein, le Prince, de Hohenlohe, and finally Prishprish, and so on like all those Polish names.
The voices were those of the orderlies who were packing up; one voice, probably a coachman's, was teasing Kutuzov's old cook whom Prince Andrew knew, and who was called Tit.
It's all those damned Germans' muddling!
Ah, those damned Germans!
Not a single muscle of his face--which in those days was still thin--moved.
The marshals, accompanied by adjutants, galloped off in different directions, and a few minutes later the chief forces of the French army moved rapidly toward those Pratzen Heights which were being more and more denuded by Russian troops moving down the valley to their left.
"Stop those wretches!" gasped Kutuzov to the regimental commander, pointing to the flying soldiers; but at that instant, as if to punish him for those words, bullets flew hissing across the regiment and across Kutuzov's suite like a flock of little birds.
"How quiet, peaceful, and solemn; not at all as I ran," thought Prince Andrew--"not as we ran, shouting and fighting, not at all as the gunner and the Frenchman with frightened and angry faces struggled for the mop: how differently do those clouds glide across that lofty infinite sky!
Rostov was horrified to hear later that of all that mass of huge and handsome men, of all those brilliant, rich youths, officers and cadets, who had galloped past him on their thousand-ruble horses, only eighteen were left after the charge.
"Can you imagine it?" and he began describing how the Guards, having taken up their position and seeing troops before them, thought they were Austrians, and all at once discovered from the cannon balls discharged by those troops that they were themselves in the front line and had unexpectedly to go into action.
The sensation of those terrible whistling sounds and of the corpses around him merged in Rostov's mind into a single feeling of terror and pity for himself.
Those speeches were intended for quite other conditions, they were for the most part to be spoken at a moment of victory and triumph, generally when he was dying of wounds and the sovereign had thanked him for heroic deeds, and while dying he expressed the love his actions had proved.
"Turn this way!" he shouted, jumping over the ice which creaked under him; "turn this way!" he shouted to those with the gun.
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.
He did not turn his head and did not see those who, judging by the sound of hoofs and voices, had ridden up and stopped near him.
The first words he heard on coming to his senses were those of a French convoy officer, who said rapidly: "We must halt here: the Emperor will pass here immediately; it will please him to see these gentlemen prisoners."
"Dmitri," said Rostov to his valet on the box, "those lights are in our house, aren't they?"
"Then am I to order those large sterlets?" asked the steward.
Berg was mentioned, by those who did not know him, as having, when wounded in the right hand, taken his sword in the left, and gone forward.
Most of those present were elderly, respected men with broad, self-confident faces, fat fingers, and resolute gestures and voices.
A minority of those present were casual guests--chiefly young men, among whom were Denisov, Rostov, and Dolokhov--who was now again an officer in the Semenov regiment.
But those who knew him intimately noticed that some great change had come over him that day.
And he vividly recalled that moment after supper at Prince Vasili's, when he spoke those words he had found so difficult to utter: "I love you."
Pierre was one of those people who, in spite of an appearance of what is called weak character, do not seek a confidant in their troubles.
"Louis XVI was executed because they said he was dishonorable and a criminal," came into Pierre's head, "and from their point of view they were right, as were those too who canonized him and died a martyr's death for his sake.
Those pranks in Petersburg when they played some tricks on a policeman, didn't they do it together?
I don't care a straw about anyone but those I love; but those I love, I love so that I would give my life for them, and the others I'd throttle if they stood in my way.
But those!... and he made a gesture of contempt.
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.
There was the fact that only those came who wished to dance and amuse themselves as girls of thirteen and fourteen do who are wearing long dresses for the first time.
Those broad, reddish hands, with hairy wrists visible from under the shirt cuffs, laid down the pack and took up a glass and a pipe that were handed him.
"Oh, those Moscow gossips!" said Dolokhov, and he took up the cards with a smile.
One tormenting impression did not leave him: that those broad- boned reddish hands with hairy wrists visible from under the shirt sleeves, those hands which he loved and hated, held him in their power.
Oh, how Rostov detested at that moment those hands with their short reddish fingers and hairy wrists, which held him in their power....
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.
You do not know Him, but He is here, He is in me, He is in my words, He is in thee, and even in those blasphemous words thou hast just uttered! pronounced the Mason in a stern and tremulous voice.
Thou dreamest that thou art wise because thou couldst utter those blasphemous words, he went on, with a somber and scornful smile.
Hence we have a secondary aim, that of preparing our members as much as possible to reform their hearts, to purify and enlighten their minds, by means handed on to us by tradition from those who have striven to attain this mystery, and thereby to render them capable of receiving it.
Obedience to those of higher ranks in the Order. 3.
(He now felt so glad to be free from his own lawlessness and to submit his will to those who knew the indubitable truth.)
A hieroglyph," said the Rhetor, "is an emblem of something not cognizable by the senses but which possesses qualities resembling those of the symbol."
He heard those around him disputing in whispers and one of them insisting that he should be led along a certain carpet.
Round a long table covered with black sat some twelve men in garments like those he had already seen.
Round it stood seven large candlesticks like those used in churches.
Pierre glanced at the serious faces of those around, remembered all he had already gone through, and realized that he could not stop halfway.
"In our temples we recognize no other distinctions," read the Grand Master, "but those between virtue and vice.
He made friends with and sought the acquaintance of only those above him in position and who could therefore be of use to him.
He himself carefully scanned each face, appraising the possibilities of establishing intimacy with each of those present, and the advantages that might accrue.
I am called in to help sort the letters and take those meant for us.
Then he bursts into one of his wild furies and rages at everyone and everything, seizes the letters, opens them, and reads those from the Emperor addressed to others.
Those that follow are naturally increasingly interesting and entertaining.
Those who retreat after a battle have lost it is what we say; and according to that it is we who lost the battle of Pultusk.
The only good is the absence of those evils.
To live for myself avoiding those two evils is my whole philosophy now.
It is those people I pity, and for their sake I should like to liberate the serfs.
"Those are Mary's 'God's folk,'" said Prince Andrew.
On hearing those words I said good-by to the holy folk and went.
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.
Rostov noticed by their faces that all those gentlemen had already heard that story more than once and were tired of it.
At the time of the meeting at Tilsit he asked the names of those who had come with Napoleon and about the uniforms they wore, and listened attentively to words spoken by important personages.
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....
Look at those cramped dead firs, ever the same, and at me too, sticking out my broken and barked fingers just where they have grown, whether from my back or my sides: as they have grown so I stand, and I do not believe in your hopes and your lies.
Those in the rooms above were also awake.
She did not now say those former terrible words to him, but looked simply, merrily, and inquisitively at him.
"Those who pass the examinations, I suppose," replied Kochubey, crossing his legs and glancing round.
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.
This was Speranski's cold, mirrorlike look, which did not allow one to penetrate to his soul, and his delicate white hands, which Prince Andrew involuntarily watched as one does watch the hands of those who possess power.
This mirrorlike gaze and those delicate hands irritated Prince Andrew, he knew not why.
Even those members who seemed to be on his side understood him in their own way with limitations and alterations he could not agree to, as what he always wanted most was to convey his thought to others just as he himself understood it.
At these parties his feelings were like those of a conjuror who always expects his trick to be found out at any moment.
And looking at those drawings I dreamed I felt that I was doing wrong, but could not tear myself away from them.
She realized that those noticing her liked her, and this observation helped to calm her.
But see, those two, though not good-looking, are even more run after.
I'd give it to him if he treated me as he does those ladies.
She was not concerned about the Emperor or any of those great people whom Peronskaya was pointing out--she had but one thought: Is it possible no one will ask me, that I shall not be among the first to dance?
The visitor was Bitski, who served on various committees, frequented all the societies in Petersburg, and a passionate devotee of the new ideas and of Speranski, and a diligent Petersburg newsmonger--one of those men who choose their opinions like their clothes according to the fashion, but who for that very reason appear to be the warmest partisans.
It seemed that in this company the insignificance of those people was so definitely accepted that the only possible attitude toward them was one of good humored ridicule.
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 remembered how carefully and at what length everything relating to form and procedure was discussed at those meetings, and how sedulously and promptly all that related to the gist of the business was evaded.
What are those verses?
Her tears were those of an offended child who does not know why it is being punished.
But a fortnight after his departure, to the surprise of those around her, she recovered from her mental sickness just as suddenly and became her old self again, but with a change in her moral physiognomy, as a child gets up after a long illness with a changed expression of face.
His hussar comrades--not only those of his own regiment, but the whole brigade--gave Rostov a dinner to which the subscription was fifteen rubles a head, and at which there were two bands and two choirs of singers.
You were angry that he had not entered those 700 rubles.
"Can you resist it?" those eyes seemed to be asking.
The house, with its bare, unplastered log walls, was not overclean--it did not seem that those living in it aimed at keeping it spotless--but neither was it noticeably neglected.
But the spirit and the movements were those inimitable and unteachable Russian ones that "Uncle" had expected of her.
What she drew from the guitar would have had no meaning for other listeners, but in her imagination a whole series of reminiscences arose from those sounds.
So they went through their memories, smiling with pleasure: not the sad memories of old age, but poetic, youthful ones--those impressions of one's most distant past in which dreams and realities blend--and they laughed with quiet enjoyment.
The horses showered the fine dry snow on the faces of those in the sleigh--beside them sounded quick ringing bells and they caught confused glimpses of swiftly moving legs and the shadows of the troyka they were passing.
Oh, how strange you are with that mustache and those eyebrows!...
Pierre was one of those retired gentlemen-in-waiting of whom there were hundreds good-humoredly ending their days in Moscow.
For a long time he could not reconcile himself to the idea that he was one of those same retired Moscow gentlemen-in-waiting he had so despised seven years before.
I would not be silly and afraid of things, I would simply embrace him, cling to him, and make him look at me with those searching inquiring eyes with which he has so often looked at me, and then I would make him laugh as he used to laugh.
And his eyes--how I see those eyes! thought Natasha.
She struck those who saw her by her fullness of life and beauty, combined with her indifference to everything about her.
Natasha involuntarily gazed at that neck, those shoulders, and pearls and coiffure, and admired the beauty of the shoulders and the pearls.
When the second act was over Countess Bezukhova rose, turned to the Rostovs' box--her whole bosom completely exposed--beckoned the old count with a gloved finger, and paying no attention to those who had entered her box began talking to him with an amiable smile.
"I don't like those fashionable churches," she said, evidently priding herself on her independence of thought.
He liked to hear those wild, tipsy shouts behind him: Get on!
Will you believe it, Theodore Ivanych, those animals flew forty miles?
Millions of men perpetrated against one another such innumerable crimes, frauds, treacheries, thefts, forgeries, issues of false money, burglaries, incendiarisms, and murders as in whole centuries are not recorded in the annals of all the law courts of the world, but which those who committed them did not at the time regard as being crimes.
The Cossacks-- those rascals--see how they run!
* Those whom (God) wishes to destroy he drives mad.
All the efforts of those who surrounded the sovereign seemed directed merely to making him spend his time pleasantly and forget that war was impending.
Boris was now a rich man who had risen to high honors and no longer sought patronage but stood on an equal footing with the highest of those of his own age.
As the mazurka began, Boris saw that Adjutant General Balashev, one of those in closest attendance on the Emperor, went up to him and contrary to court etiquette stood near him while he was talking to a Polish lady.
He heard hurried footsteps beyond the door, both halves of it were opened rapidly; all was silent and then from the study the sound was heard of other steps, firm and resolute--they were those of Napoleon.
Yes, I know you have made peace with the Turks without obtaining Moldavia and Wallachia; I would have given your sovereign those provinces as I gave him Finland.
He was now concerned only with the nearest practical matters unrelated to his past interests, and he seized on these the more eagerly the more those past interests were closed to him.
The members of this party were those who had demanded an advance from Vilna into Poland and freedom from all prearranged plans.
The fifth party consisted of those who were adherents of Barclay de Tolly, not so much as a man but as minister of war and commander-in- chief.
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.
Whatever question arose, a swarm of these drones, without having finished their buzzing on a previous theme, flew over to the new one and by their hum drowned and obscured the voices of those who were disputing honestly.
This was the party of the elders, reasonable men experienced and capable in state affairs, who, without sharing any of those conflicting opinions, were able to take a detached view of what was going on at the staff at headquarters and to consider means of escape from this muddle, indecision, intricacy, and weakness.
But Pfuel, like a man heated in a fight who strikes those on his own side, shouted angrily at his own supporter, Wolzogen:
Of all those present, evidently he alone was not seeking anything for himself, nursed no hatred against anyone, and only desired that the plan, formed on a theory arrived at by years of toil, should be carried out.
Even those playing cards behind the partition soon left their game and came over to the samovar, yielding to the general mood of courting Mary Hendrikhovna.
On seeing the hussars, the foremost began to turn, while those behind began to halt.
Doctors came to see her singly and in consultation, talked much in French, German, and Latin, blamed one another, and prescribed a great variety of medicines for all the diseases known to them, but the simple idea never occurred to any of them that they could not know the disease Natasha was suffering from, as no disease suffered by a live man can be known, for every living person has his own peculiarities and always has his own peculiar, personal, novel, complicated disease, unknown to medicine--not a disease of the lungs, liver, skin, heart, nerves, and so on mentioned in medical books, but a disease consisting of one of the innumerable combinations of the maladies of those organs.
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.
She hardly ever left the house and of those who came to see them was glad to see only one person, Pierre.
After those involuntary words--that if he were free he would have asked on his knees for her hand and her love--uttered at a moment when she was so strongly agitated, Pierre never spoke to Natasha of his feelings; and it seemed plain to her that those words, which had then so comforted her, were spoken as all sorts of meaningless words are spoken to comfort a crying child.
The prayers to which she surrendered herself most of all were those of repentance.
When they prayed for those who love us, she prayed for the members of her own family, her father and mother and Sonya, realizing for the first time how wrongly she had acted toward them, and feeling all the strength of her love for them.
When they prayed for those who hate us, she tried to think of her enemies and people who hated her, in order to pray for them.
She included among her enemies the creditors and all who had business dealings with her father, and always at the thought of enemies and those who hated her she remembered Anatole who had done her so much harm--and though he did not hate her she gladly prayed for him as for an enemy.
We ourselves will not delay to appear among our people in that Capital and in other parts of our realm for consultation, and for the direction of all our levies, both those now barring the enemy's path and those freshly formed to defeat him wherever he may appear.
But in spite of this he continued to struggle desperately forward, and from between the backs of those in front he caught glimpses of an open space with a strip of red cloth spread out on it; but just then the crowd swayed back--the police in front were pushing back those who had pressed too close to the procession: the Emperor was passing from the palace to the Cathedral of the Assumption--and Petya unexpectedly received such a blow on his side and ribs and was squeezed so hard that suddenly everything grew dim before his eyes and he lost consciousness.
The firing was still proceeding when officers, generals, and gentlemen-in-waiting came running out of the cathedral, and after them others in a more leisurely manner: caps were again raised, and those who had run to look at the cannon ran back again.
Those standing behind noticed what a speaker omitted to say and hastened to supply it.
But he was kind and gentle only to those of his regiment, to Timokhin and the like--people quite new to him, belonging to a different world and who could not know and understand his past.
In Helene's circle the war in general was regarded as a series of formal demonstrations which would very soon end in peace, and the view prevailed expressed by Bilibin--who now in Petersburg was quite at home in Helene's house, which every clever man was obliged to visit--that not by gunpowder but by those who invented it would matters be settled.
It is said that the Emperor was reluctant to give Kutuzov those powers.
He was a model steward, possessing in the highest degree the faculty of divining the needs and instincts of those he dealt with.
It was at those moments that Dunyasha noticed her smiling as she looked out of the carriage window.
It's all vewy well--only not for those who get it in the neck.
"Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" shouted those behind him.
At those words Kutuzov looked round.
Among those whom Julie's guests happened to choose to gossip about were the Rostovs.
It is essential for him to combine his movements with those of the commander-in-chief.
This was shown first by the fact that there were no entrenchments there by the twenty fifth and that those begun on the twenty-fifth and twenty-sixth were not completed, and secondly, by the position of the Shevardino Redoubt.
The battle of Borodino was not fought on a chosen and entrenched position with forces only slightly weaker than those of the enemy, but, as a result of the loss of the Shevardino Redoubt, the Russians fought the battle of Borodino on an open and almost unentrenched position, with forces only half as numerous as the French; that is to say, under conditions in which it was not merely unthinkable to fight for ten hours and secure an indecisive result, but unthinkable to keep an army even from complete disintegration and flight.
Are those our men there?
Ah, those are the French!
"Oh, those damned fellows!" muttered the officer who followed him, holding his nose as he ran past the men at work.
Those are his quarters, and he pointed to the third house in the village of Gorki.
He knew Kutuzov's attention would be caught by those words, and so it was.
Those verses... those verses of Marin's... how do they go, eh?
Those verses... those verses of Marin's... how do they go, eh?
Those he wrote about Gerakov: 'Lectures for the corps inditing'...
At last those mounted men rode away from the mound and disappeared.
Now he suddenly saw those badly daubed pictures in clear daylight and without a glass.
There they are, those rudely painted figures that once seemed splendid and mysterious.
The fact is that those men with whom you have ridden round the position not only do not help matters, but hinder.
And if you like I will tell you that whatever happens and whatever muddles those at the top may make, we shall win tomorrow's battle.
That's what I was saying to you-- those German gentlemen won't win the battle tomorrow but will only make all the mess they can, because they have nothing in their German heads but theories not worth an empty eggshell and haven't in their hearts the one thing needed tomorrow--that which Timokhin has.
Vive l'Empereur! came those ecstatic cries.
Near by, the campfires were dimly burning among the French Guards, and in the distance those of the Russian line shone through the smoke.
It seemed as if those smoke clouds sometimes ran and sometimes stood still while woods, fields, and glittering bayonets ran past them.
From the left, over fields and bushes, those large balls of smoke were continually appearing followed by their solemn reports, while nearer still, in the hollows and woods, there burst from the muskets small cloudlets that had no time to become balls, but had their little echoes in just the same way.
Pierre wished to be there with that smoke, those shining bayonets, that movement, and those sounds.
He turned to look at Kutuzov and his suite, to compare his impressions with those of others.
"Now then, all together, like bargees!" rose the merry voices of those who were moving the gun.
After this from amid the ranks of infantry to the right of the battery came the sound of a drum and shouts of command, and from the battery one saw how those ranks of infantry moved forward.
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.
The infantry moved in the same way, sometimes running to quite other places than those they were ordered to go to.
"Yes, yes: go, dear boy, and have a look," he would say to one or another of those about him; or, "No, don't, we'd better wait!"
On the faces of all who came from the field of battle, and of those who stood around him, Kutuzov noticed an expression of extreme tension.
Ah... those peasants! shouted an officer, seizing by their shoulders and checking the peasants, who were walking unevenly and jolting the stretcher.
Occasionally dressers ran out to fetch water, or to point out those who were to be brought in next.
Hearing those moans Prince Andrew wanted to weep.
Napoleon had assented and had given orders that news should be brought to him of the effect those batteries produced.
Those ideas were stolen from me.
From all this talk he saw only one thing: that to defend Moscow was a physical impossibility in the full meaning of those words, that is to say, so utterly impossible that if any senseless commander were to give orders to fight, confusion would result but the battle would still not take place.
Those who entered went up one by one to the field marshal; he pressed the hands of some and nodded to others.
Those who had quitted Moscow already in July and at the beginning of August showed that they expected this.
"Well, yes," said she, "it may be that he has other sentiments for me than those of a father, but that is not a reason for me to shut my door on him.
Helene was touched, and more than once tears rose to her eyes and to those of Monsieur de Jobert and their voices trembled.
Among those who ventured to doubt the justifiability of the proposed marriage was Helene's mother, Princess Kuragina.
They, those strange men he had not previously known, stood out clearly and sharply from everyone else.
Afterwards when he recalled those thoughts Pierre was convinced that someone outside himself had spoken them, though the impressions of that day had evoked them.
Berg drove up to his father-in-law's house in his spruce little trap with a pair of sleek roans, exactly like those of a certain prince.
I tell you, Papa" (he smote himself on the breast as a general he had heard speaking had done, but Berg did it a trifle late for he should have struck his breast at the words "Russian army"), "I tell you frankly that we, the commanders, far from having to urge the men on or anything of that kind, could hardly restrain those... those... yes, those exploits of antique valor," he went on rapidly.
And Berg related all that he remembered of the various tales he had heard those days.
I saw so many of those peasant carts in your yard.
In the porch and in the yard the men whom Petya had armed with swords and daggers, with trousers tucked inside their high boots and with belts and girdles tightened, were taking leave of those remaining behind.
"Oh, those servants!" said the count, swaying his head.
Those who were to remain in Moscow walked on either side of the vehicles seeing the travelers off.
At daybreak, however, those nearing the town at the Dorogomilov bridge saw ahead of them masses of soldiers crowding and hurrying across the bridge, ascending on the opposite side and blocking the streets and alleys, while endless masses of troops were bearing down on them from behind, and an unreasoning hurry and alarm overcame them.
"Here she is, the reward for all those fainthearted men," he reflected, glancing at those near him and at the troops who were approaching and forming up.
Those sent to fetch the deputation had returned with the news that Moscow was empty, that everyone had left it.
The faces of those who were not conferring together were pale and perturbed.
The crowd halted, pressing around those who had heard what the superintendent had said, and looking at the departing trap.
Not only did it seem to him (as to all administrators) that he controlled the external actions of Moscow's inhabitants, but he also thought he controlled their mental attitude by means of his broadsheets and posters, written in a coarse tone which the people despise in their own class and do not understand from those in authority.
Those about him had never seen the count so morose and irritable.
Those who were able to get away were going of their own accord, those who remained behind decided for themselves what they must do.
Those who were able to get away were going of their own accord, those who remained behind decided for themselves what they must do.
Those standing in front, who had seen and heard what had taken place before them, all stood with wide-open eyes and mouths, straining with all their strength, and held back the crowd that was pushing behind them.
And the screams of those that were being trampled on and of those who tried to rescue the tall lad only increased the fury of the crowd.
Why did I utter those words?
Around Murat gathered a group of those who had remained in Moscow.
Moscow was burned by its inhabitants, it is true, but by those who had abandoned it and not by those who remained in it.
The unaccustomed coarse food, the vodka he drank during those days, the absence of wine and cigars, his dirty unchanged linen, two almost sleepless nights passed on a short sofa without bedding--all this kept him in a state of excitement bordering on insanity.
I pity those who did not see it.
What a chance those girls have missed!
"The colonel of those Wurttembergers is delightful," he suddenly said.
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.
To the left of the house on the Pokrovka a fire glowed--the first of those that were beginning in Moscow.
And those thoughts, though now vague and indefinite, again possessed his soul.
Just once, looking into those eyes to say...
Those eyes, filled with happy tears, gazed at him timidly, compassionately, and with joyous love.
In the middle of the street stood a French general saying something to those around him.
When he had reached the fence, still without finding those he sought, he stopped and looked about him.
Bilibin attentively examined his nails, and many of those present appeared intimidated, as if asking in what they were to blame.
When he heard these words and saw the expression of firm resolution in the Emperor's eyes, Michaud--quoique etranger, russe de coeur et d'ame-- at that solemn moment felt himself enraptured by all that he had heard (as he used afterwards to say), and gave expression to his own feelings and those of the Russian people whose representative he considered himself to be, in the following words:
Those who tried to understand the general course of events and to take part in it by self-sacrifice and heroism were the most useless members of society, they saw everything upside down, and all they did for the common good turned out to be useless and foolish--like Pierre's and Mamonov's regiments which looted Russian villages, and the lint the young ladies prepared and that never reached the wounded, and so on.
When he had parted from Malvintseva Nicholas wished to return to the dancing, but the governor's little wife placed her plump hand on his sleeve and, saying that she wanted to have a talk with him, led him to her sitting room, from which those who were there immediately withdrew so as not to be in her way.
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.
He had pictured each of those young ladies as almost all honest-hearted young men do, that is, as a possible wife, adapting her in his imagination to all the conditions of married life: a white dressing gown, his wife at the tea table, his wife's carriage, little ones, Mamma and Papa, their relations to her, and so on--and these pictures of the future had given him pleasure.
That pale, sad, refined face, that radiant look, those gentle graceful gestures, and especially the deep and tender sorrow expressed in all her features agitated him and evoked his sympathy.
Despite all the terror of what had happened during those last days and during the first days of their journey, this feeling that Providence was intervening in her personal affairs cheered Sonya.
He passed four days in the coach house near the Crimean bridge and during that time learned, from the talk of the French soldiers, that all those confined there were awaiting a decision which might come any day from the marshal.
"Oh, I'm all right," said he, "but why did they shoot those poor fellows?
Karataev had no attachments, friendships, or love, as Pierre understood them, but loved and lived affectionately with everything life brought him in contact with, particularly with man--not any particular man, but those with whom he happened to be.
That feeling was so strong at the moment of leaving Voronezh that those who saw her off, as they looked at her careworn, despairing face, felt sure she would fall ill on the journey.
As soon as Natasha, sitting at the head of Prince Andrew's bed, heard of Princess Mary's arrival, she softly left his room and hastened to her with those swift steps that had sounded buoyant to Princess Mary.
Natasha was gazing at her, but seemed afraid and in doubt whether to say all she knew or not; she seemed to feel that before those luminous eyes which penetrated into the very depths of her heart, it was impossible not to tell the whole truth which she saw.
She understood those words to mean that he had suddenly softened and that this softening and gentleness were signs of approaching death.
Had he expected to live he could not have said those words in that offensively cold tone.
They can't understand that all those feelings they prize so--all our feelings, all those ideas that seem so important to us, are unnecessary.
When during those first days he remembered that he would have to die, he said to himself: Well, what of it?
Man's mind cannot grasp the causes of events in their completeness, but the desire to find those causes is implanted in man's soul.
Having crossed over, by a forced march, to the Tula road beyond the Pakhra, the Russian commanders intended to remain at Podolsk and had no thought of the Tarutino position; but innumerable circumstances and the reappearance of French troops who had for a time lost touch with the Russians, and projects of giving battle, and above all the abundance of provisions in Kaluga province, obliged our army to turn still more to the south and to cross from the Tula to the Kaluga road and go to Tarutino, which was between the roads along which those supplies lay.
As often happens when someone we have trusted is no longer before our eyes, it suddenly seemed quite clear and obvious to him that the sergeant was an impostor, that he had lied, and that the whole Russian attack would be ruined by the absence of those two regiments, which he would lead away heaven only knew where.
No battle--Tarutino, Borodino, or Austerlitz--takes place as those who planned it anticipated.
He gazed at the caleches and carriages in which soldiers were riding and remarked that it was a very good thing, as those vehicles could be used to carry provisions, the sick, and the wounded.
Those dreadful moments he had lived through at the executions had as it were forever washed away from his imagination and memory the agitating thoughts and feelings that had formerly seemed so important.
To fear or to try to escape that force, to address entreaties or exhortations to those who served as its tools, was useless.
At the bridge they all halted, waiting for those in front to get across.
Look there, those are furs! they exclaimed.
Why, those are settings taken from some icons, by heaven!...
Good lord, they've even grabbed those chaises!...
To the noncommissioned officer's excuse that the prisoner was ill and could not walk, the officer replied that the order was to shoot those who lagged behind.
And farther still, beyond those forests and fields, the bright, oscillating, limitless distance lured one to itself.
In battle he was always under fire, so that Kutuzov reproved him for it and feared to send him to the front, and like Dokhturov he was one of those unnoticed cogwheels that, without clatter or noise, constitute the most essential part of the machine.
Lying on his bed during those sleepless nights he did just what he reproached those younger generals for doing.
So both those who knew and those who did not know deceived themselves, and pushed on to Smolensk as to a promised land.
Pointing to the French troops, Denisov asked him what these and those of them were.
Don't we know those 'receipts' of yours?
"He'll make them get a move on, those fellows!" said another, laughing.
"Those brigands are everywhere," replied an officer from behind the fire.
Not one of those dismounted cavalrymen who had marched in front of the prisoners was left; they had all disappeared.
The expression on all faces showed the tension people feel at the approach of those in authority.
"Filez, filez!" * Dolokhov kept saying, having adopted this expression from the French, and when his eyes met those of the prisoners they flashed with a cruel light.
But still he and those about him retained their old habits: wrote commands, letters, reports, and orders of the day; called one another sire, mon cousin, prince d'Eckmuhl, roi de Naples, and so on.
At the Berezina they again became disorganized, many were drowned and many surrendered, but those who got across the river fled farther.
The others who could do so drove away too, leaving those who could not to surrender or die.
And Napoleon, escaping home in a warm fur coat and leaving to perish those who were not merely his comrades but were (in his opinion) men he had brought there, feels que c'est grand, *(2) and his soul is tranquil.
But why did they not execute those maneuvers?
But not even that could be said for those who drew up this project, for it was not they who had suffered from the trampled beds.
To them the words of Miloradovich seem very interesting, and so do their surmises and the rewards this or that general received; but the question of those fifty thousand men who were left in hospitals and in graves does not even interest them, for it does not come within the range of their investigation.
She recalled his long sad and severe look at those words and understood the meaning of the rebuke and despair in that protracted gaze.
Natasha! she shrieked, pushing those around her away.
She did not think of applying submission and self-abnegation to her own life, for she was accustomed to seek other joys, but she understood and loved in another those previously incomprehensible virtues.
Kutuzov merely shrugged his shoulders when one after another they presented projects of maneuvers to be made with those soldiers-- ill-shod, insufficiently clad, and half starved--who within a month and without fighting a battle had dwindled to half their number, and who at the best if the flight continued would have to go a greater distance than they had already traversed, before they reached the frontier.
He wrote letters to his daughters and to Madame de Stael, read novels, liked the society of pretty women, jested with generals, officers, and soldiers, and never contradicted those who tried to prove anything to him.
Beginning with the battle of Borodino, from which time his disagreement with those about him began, he alone said that the battle of Borodino was a victory, and repeated this both verbally and in his dispatches and reports up to the time of his death.
This red-haired man was neither a sergeant nor a corporal, but being robust he ordered about those weaker than himself.
"What a lot of those Frenchies were taken today, and the fact is that not one of them had what you might call real boots on," said a soldier, starting a new theme.
In the silence that ensued, the snoring of those who had fallen asleep could be heard.
Those about him said that he became extraordinarily slack and physically feeble during his stay in that town.
But even then, at moments of weakness as he had accounted them, his mind had penetrated to those distances and he had there seen the same pettiness, worldliness, and senselessness.
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, frowning in her effort to hold back her tears, sat beside Natasha, and heard for the first time the story of those last days of her brother's and Natasha's love.
"Do you take vodka, Count?" asked Princess Mary, and those words suddenly banished the shadows of the past.
Then a patrol arrived and all the men--all those who were not looting, that is--were arrested, and I among them.
As he drove through the streets past the houses that had been burned down, he was surprised by the beauty of those ruins.
He often surprised those he met by his significantly happy looks and smiles which seemed to express a secret understanding between him and them.
I am happy for your sake, said Princess Mary, who because of those tears quite forgave Natasha's joy.
What would then have become of the activity of all those who opposed the tendency that then prevailed in the government--an activity that in the opinion of the historians was good and beneficent?
Those words only denote a certain stage of understanding of phenomena.
Owing to various diplomatic considerations the Russian armies--just those which might have destroyed his prestige--do not appear upon the scene till he is no longer there.
It is not Napoleon who prepares himself for the accomplishment of his role, so much as all those round him who prepare him to take on himself the whole responsibility for what is happening and has to happen.
There is no step, no crime or petty fraud he commits, which in the mouths of those around him is not at once represented as a great deed.
But suddenly instead of those chances and that genius which hitherto had so consistently led him by an uninterrupted series of successes to the predestined goal, an innumerable sequence of inverse chances occur--from the cold in his head at Borodino to the sparks which set Moscow on fire, and the frosts--and instead of genius, stupidity and immeasurable baseness become evident.
As always happens in such cases rivalry sprang up as to which should get paid first, and those who like Mitenka held promissory notes given them as presents now became the most exacting of the creditors.
Nicholas was allowed no respite and no peace, and those who had seemed to pity the old man--the cause of their losses (if they were losses)--now remorselessly pursued the young heir who had voluntarily undertaken the debts and was obviously not guilty of contracting them.
These questions, then as now, existed only for those who see nothing in marriage but the pleasure married people get from one another, that is, only the beginnings of marriage and not its whole significance, which lies in the family.
Discussions and questions of that kind, which are like the question of how to get the greatest gratification from one's dinner, did not then and do not now exist for those for whom the purpose of a dinner is the nourishment it affords; and the purpose of marriage is the family.
To such an extent had Natasha let herself go that the way she dressed and did her hair, her ill-chosen words, and her jealousy--she was jealous of Sonya, of the governess, and of every woman, pretty or plain- -were habitual subjects of jest to those about her.
It's all nonsense, all rubbish--those discussions which lead to nothing and all those idiotic societies!
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.
But to the old countess those contemporaries of hers seemed to be the only serious and real society.
But I mustn't go there-- those stockings are to be a surprise for me.
The conversation turned on the contemporary gossip about those in power, in which most people see the chief interest of home politics.
Everything is strained to such a degree that it will certainly break, said Pierre (as those who examine the actions of any government have always said since governments began).
"Now who could decide whether he is really cleverer than all the others?" she asked herself, and passed in review all those whom Pierre most respected.
In front was Glory, which was similar to those threads but rather thicker.
They described the activity of individuals who ruled the people, and regarded the activity of those men as representing the activity of the whole nation.
At the basis of the works of all the modern historians from Gibbon to Buckle, despite their seeming disagreements and the apparent novelty of their outlooks, lie those two old, unavoidable assumptions.
What made those people burn houses and slay their fellow men?
Why was Napoleon III a criminal when he was taken prisoner at Boulogne, and why, later on, were those criminals whom he arrested?
(With this method of observation it often happens that the observer, influenced by the direction he himself prefers, regards those as leaders who, owing to the people's change of direction, are no longer in front, but on one side, or even in the rear.)
But speaking of commands that are the expression of the will of men acting in time and in relation to one another, to explain the connection of commands with events we must restore: (1) the condition of all that takes place: the continuity of movement in time both of the events and of the person who commands, and (2) the inevitability of the connection between the person commanding and those who execute his command.
Apart from that, the chief source of our error in this matter is due to the fact that in the historical accounts a whole series of innumerable, diverse, and petty events, such for instance as all those which led the French armies to Russia, is generalized into one event in accord with the result produced by that series of events.
Amid a long series of unexecuted orders of Napoleon's one series, for the campaign of 1812, was carried out--not because those orders differed in any way from the other, unexecuted orders but because they coincided with the course of events that led the French army into Russia; just as in stencil work this or that figure comes out not because the color was laid on from this side or in that way, but because it was laid on from all sides over the figure cut in the stencil.
This relation of the commander to those he commands is just what is called power.
For common action people always unite in certain combinations, in which regardless of the difference of the aims set for the common action, the relation between those taking part in it is always the same.
This relation of the men who command to those they command is what constitutes the essence of the conception called power.
Restoring the essential condition of relation between those who command and those who execute, we find that by the very nature of the case those who command take the smallest part in the action itself and that their activity is exclusively directed to commanding.
These justifications release those who produce the events from moral responsibility.
To those on board the ship the movement of those waves will be the only perceptible motion.
Examining only those expressions of the will of historical persons which, as commands, were related to events, historians have assumed that the events depended on those commands.
Morally the wielder of power appears to cause the event; physically it is those who submit to the power.
The farther back in history the object of our observation lies, the more doubtful does the free will of those concerned in the event become and the more manifest the law of inevitability.
To discover and define those laws is the problem of history.
From the standpoint from which the science of history now regards its subject on the path it now follows, seeking the causes of events in man's freewill, a scientific enunciation of those laws is impossible, for however man's free will may be restricted, as soon as we recognize it as a force not subject to law, the existence of law becomes impossible.
It was one of those break-through moments.
Look at those big gray eyes and that beautiful red hair!
Give me one of those polo shirts and I'll go wash up.
Right now she'd like to kiss those smooth lips - and she might if she didn't know where they'd been last.
Fighting with each other wasn't going to do anything but play into the hands of those instigating the trouble.
But then; he insisted those things were also hers.
When had he shut out those fond memories of rodeos and outings at the Medena hacienda?
The soft curves on that tall slender body and those long legs were the talk of the locker room when he was a senior.
Even the way she wore her hair, with those braids wrapped around the top of her head like a crown and the long shiny blond curls falling around her shoulders and down her back – she wasn't simply beautiful.
You wouldn't get two miles into those woods before you were lost.
Maybe one of those brown sacks in the laundry room would work, and she could put the pictures in with it.
My parents used to listen to those old songs.
All our cuddling was done outside those doors.
Those are the plain and simple facts.
It reminded her of those days, years ago, when the family laughed and talked to each other.
Get those mules inside the circle of wagons and be ready for trouble.
He could have gone to get those troops - or to Ashley for that matter.
The beautiful creature passed her hands over her eyes an instant, tucked in a stray lock of hair that had become disarranged, and after a look around the garden made those present a gracious bow and said, in a sweet but even toned voice:
The people of Mangaboo now formed themselves into a procession and marched toward the glass city to escort their new ruler to her palace and to perform those ceremonies proper to the occasion.
"Now, Princess," exclaimed the Wizard, "those of your advisors who wished to throw us into the Garden of Clinging Vines must step within this circle of light.
I'd kick out with those long legs and iron-shod hoofs.
Two childish voices laughed merrily at this action, and Dorothy was sure they were in no danger among such light-hearted folks, even if those folks couldn't be seen.
There's going to be trouble, and my sword isn't stout enough to cut up those wooden bodies--so I shall have to get out my revolvers.
We have time, just now, and I'd rather face the invis'ble bears than those wooden imps.
These revolvers are good for six shots each, but when those are gone we shall be helpless.
"I wish we had some of those loose wings," he said.
Now, Eureka, you'll have to show me the way to those wings.
The Princess served delicious refreshments to those who were in the habit of eating, and when Dorothy's bed time arrived the company separated after exchanging many friendly sentiments.
Then, on Friday those who have done the best may stand up and read their compositions to the school.
Perhaps you would like to read those funny verses.
I will stir up all the farmers between here and Concord, and those fellows will have a hot time of it.
Down with you, and clean those boots at once.
Let those who wish any corn bring money and buy it.
In those far-off days, an abbey was half church, half castle.
The woodman sang of the wild forest; the plowman sang of the fields; the shepherd sang of his sheep; and those who listened forgot about the storm and the cold weather.
He knew only of those things that give joy and health and peace.
"Who are those men, and why do their faces look so joyless?" asked the prince.
After that, more in five years than those twenty.
Then more in one year than those five.
By doing this, we will come to understand those conditions better and perhaps prevent them.
Then I learned what those papers were, and that my father edited one of them.
Don't let those devils get it! he cried, taking some bags of flour himself and throwing them into the street.
It's awful with those sausage eaters!
I take it you don't want to fix those snakes.
However, I often have thought that a second sentence should follow: "Also, those who do know history are doomed to repeat it."
Seeing the self-confident and refined expression on the faces of those present he was always expecting to hear something very profound.