He ran a hand through his hair.
She ran a comb through her hair, deciding not to re-braid the top part.
Are you sure you want to go through with this?
"Someone must have spiked my punch," he said, running a hand through his hair.
As she passed his office, she glanced through the open door.
I know, we've been all through this before - but I still don't understand.
One day a traveler was walking through a part of Italy where a great many sheep were pasturing.
Or, through serendipity, scientists stumbled into things—with those "your chocolate is in my peanut butter" moments.
"They walled us up in a mountain," continued the Wizard; "but we found there was a tunnel through to this side, so we came here.
Do you need to clear it through your boyfriend?
One day as he was riding through the woods, some British soldiers saw him.
Through it she heard the mumbling of the reverend, but not the words.
Soldiers were marching through the fields.
The idea was that it would be great to make machines that behaved like us and, through that, we could harness their abilities.
Natasha, raising her face for a moment from her mother's mantilla, glanced up at her through tears of laughter, and again hid her face.
The roof beside them had a great hole smashed through it, and pieces of glass were lying scattered in every direction.
Natasha lifted her up, hugged her, and, smiling through her tears, began comforting her.
Through the door came the regular hum of a lathe.
Three frolicsome little streams ran through it from springs in the rocks above, leaping here and tumbling there in laughing cascades wherever the rocks tried to bar their way.
He has given you wings with which to fly through the air.
It was a stupid move to walk blindly through such wild country.
Little Lucy Martin saw him through her tears, but said nothing.
"I know," he said with a sigh, running fingers through his hair.
I took the shortest way through the little park behind the palace.
She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and curled into a shivering ball, staring through the window into the darkness.
He broke through the brush and stared down at her, his expression a mixture of concern and confusion.
"What sort of place is this?" asked the boy, trying to see more clearly through the gloom.
I suppose that is because so many of my impressions come to me through the medium of others' eyes and ears.
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?
Well, there I might live, I said; and there I did live, for an hour, a summer and a winter life; saw how I could let the years run off, buffet the winter through, and see the spring come in.
He was collecting, as he said, a serious library, and he made it a rule to read through all the books he bought.
But after what you've been through, I guess it would seem like a picnic.
The next morning she woke to the first ray of light through the window.
She stepped through the last of the brush.
As she peered through the soft gray light not a house of any sort was visible near the station, nor was any person in sight; but after a while the child discovered a horse and buggy standing near a group of trees a short distance away.
The houses of the city were all made of glass, so clear and transparent that one could look through the walls as easily as through a window.
Dorothy kept hold of his hand and followed him, and soon they were both walking through the air, with the kitten frisking beside them.
It wouldn't be possible for even me to get up to that crack--or through it if I got there.
Imagine a computer culling through this massive amount of data, inconceivably large, and pulling out patterns.
My father was obliged to get a ladder and take Miss Sullivan out through the window--much to my delight.
Plunging through drifts, leaping hollows, swooping down upon the lake, we would shoot across its gleaming surface to the opposite bank.
I was as much affected by the faint hum of a mosquito making its invisible and unimaginable tour through my apartment at earliest dawn, when I was sitting with door and windows open, as I could be by any trumpet that ever sang of fame.
"If anyone comes meddling again," said he, emitting the words separately through his thin compressed lips, "I will throw him down there.
Pierre approached, looking at her in a childlike way through his spectacles.
"If only I had known..." she said through her tears.
"I will come in all the same, I have to look through the books," said Pierre.
Kutuzov's order to retreat through Moscow to the Ryazan road was issued at night on the first of September.
The Russian troops were passing through Moscow from two o'clock at night till two in the afternoon and bore away with them the wounded and the last of the inhabitants who were leaving.
But there were no dealers with voices of ingratiating affability inviting customers to enter; there were no hawkers, nor the usual motley crowd of female purchasers--but only soldiers, in uniforms and overcoats though without muskets, entering the Bazaar empty-handed and silently making their way out through its passages with bundles.
"Did you what?" he asked, running fingers through his hair to straighten it.
It was probably the first money, other than the air fares, Señor Medena had been able to spend on Alex - and even then he had to do it through Felipa.
She was still awake an hour later when Alex came through the door.
When I realized she intended to get you drunk it went all through me.
As if Destiny had not been through enough already, she was forced to stay inside the tent.
When she was close enough to the house, she ran to the courtyard and slipped in through the back door.
When Alex walked through the door, they were standing by the table, waiting on him.
Alex ran a hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck.
A moment later, veins of light threaded through dark low clouds.
She crossed the living room and paused at the door, looking through the peep hole.
Her heart attempted a painful escape through her throat.
She dressed hurriedly in the clothes Sarah had loaned her and ran fingers through her hair, wishing she had a comb.
At one point he splashed through a mud puddle, throwing mud and water all over her.
She spoke through chattering teeth.
He leaned over to unlatch the gate and then rode through, heading down the drive toward the road.
On the other hand, who wanted the odors of animals drifting through their house all the time?
Giddon went back into the building and Lisa made her way through the darkening woods to the spot in the drive where she had entered.
Pushing through some sumac that she thought bordered the clearing where the building stood, she squinted up at the sun.
A sharp pain shot through her ankle and a cry escaped her lips as she dropped back to the ground.
Yancey stepped through the door with his arms full of groceries and Lisa didn't miss the warning look he shot his mother.
He leaned back in his chair again and stretched his legs out, his piercing gaze sorting through the secrets of her mind.
She could count his ribs easily where they showed through the skin of his body, and his head was long and seemed altogether too big for him, as if it did not fit.
Dorothy had a green streak through the center of her face where the blue and yellow lights came together, and her appearance seemed to add to his fright.
The girl, greatly astonished, ran to lean over the edge of the roof, and saw the man walking rapidly through the air toward the ground.
I've tumbled through the air long enough to make me contented on this roof.
In this quake a big crack opened and we fell through--horse and buggy, and all--and the stones got loose and came down with us.
No one did, because the Mangaboos did not wear hats, and Zeb had lost his, somehow, in his flight through the air.
There were paths through these gardens, and over some of the brooks were ornamental glass bridges.
Slowly but steadily the heartless Mangaboos drove them on, until they had passed through the city and the gardens and come to the broad plains leading to the mountain.
The mouth of the hole was nearly filled up now, but the kitten gave a leap through the remaining opening and at once scampered up into the air.
The Mangaboos saw her escape, and several of them caught up their thorns and gave chase, mounting through the air after her.
Looking through this opening they could see the Valley of Voe lying far below them, the cottages seeming like toy houses from that distance.
Below them was a vast space, at the bottom of which was a black sea with rolling billows, through which little tongues of flame constantly shot up.
At first the piglet stuck in the neck of the vase and I thought I should get him, after all, but he wriggled himself through and fell down into the deep bottom part--and I suppose he's there yet.
Instead of sitting at his ease in a parlor car, he went jolting along through mud and mire, exposed to wind and weather.
The men heard it as it whistled through the trees and rattled the doors of the abbey.
In 1628, the first complete explanation that blood flows through the body in arteries was published.
Today, we discover things like "Wellbutrin helps people stop smoking" through chance and dumb luck.
Not long from now, computers will systematically look through trillions upon trillions of pieces of data for these associations.
Then in the 1940s, another American, Oswald Avery, was able to show, through an ingenious method, that the genetic information had to be carried by the DNA.
Complex projects can be carried out on multiple continents through project management tools.
The second way to create wealth is through the division of labor and trade.
The second is through the division of labor and free trade.
And the third way wealth is created is through technological advance.
An energy crop could be a permanent forest of trees that convert sunlight to liquid fuel and deliver the fuel directly through their roots to a network of underground pipelines.
A genetically engineered tree that converts sunlight into fuel and then pumps the fuel through its roots to where it is needed.
Let's walk through it.
I will probably absorb vitamins through my skin as my shirt detects I need them.
Beyond Robin Hood: Why radical approaches to wealth redistribution don't work History has witnessed numerous attempts, through radical methods, to raise up the poor by extracting wealth from the rich.
One way that society keeps a lid on the powder keg of tension between the rich and poor is through the welfare state.
The higher the average income of the people (as expressed through per capita GNP), the higher the tax rate.
This makes a great deal of sense: If nutrition isn't governed by universal laws (as physics is) and instead affects different people differently, then the way you will know certain things is by learning through trial and error, through your own experience.
Water isn't free; someone is paying a bill to purify the water that comes through that fountain.
It will come about through sensors, genetic engineering, better information, better communication, and precision farming.
The chapter on civilization describes humanity's progress through the years and the importance of it.
They were lined up as far as the eye could see on the Apian Way, the main road through Rome, as a warning to other slaves who might consider rebellion.
Once again, this change was not imposed on people through coercion but came (and still comes) gradually through civilization.
It is through this civilizing process that I find hope we will end war.
Through the adoption of standardized treaties, they can enter into economic agreements, adopt the same weights and measures, and agree to honor the intellectual property of the others.
In the past, war could increase your financial position, both as a nation (through spoils) and a soldier (through plunder).
In addition to that, many Americans own stock in other countries through their retirement savings.
Roughly a quarter of the way through our list of factors that will end war, we have reached the end of the economic ones.
(Of course, when a king proves himself through battle, he is not risking his life but the lives of thousands of his subjects.
While kings claimed they ruled by a divine right, dictators claimed their right to rule through might.
The way they secure their positions is through the ruthless application of violence.
Tensions mounted all through the 1830s as militias were raised on both sides in what later came to be known as the Aroostook War, even though there was never actually a war or casualties.
Well, here we are, not quite halfway through our list of ways the Internet, technology, and civilization will come together to end war.
We tend to regard information that comes to us through our friend network as more authentic and reliable than information we receive from traditional media.
And through this, peace is promoted.
In the sorting through of the facts from a multiplicity of new sources, truth can be determined.
We are more than three-quarters of the way through our forty-three steps toward world peace.
This is how our Founding Fathers intended our nation to behave: To try to achieve our foreign policy aims through negotiation and, if that failed, through economic sanctions.
You processed the information through your ears.
Oddly, it still seemed reasonable even as we coasted through three red lights to get home.
Technology brings about economic wealth through improved production, facilitation of trade, and promoting the division of labor.
Through all of this, we can end war by making it a worse choice than the status quo for everyone. 3.
A shiver ran through the tree, and the wind sent forth a blast that would have knocked me off had I not clung to the branch with might and main.
It seemed as if the spirit of spring had passed through the summer-house.
Until then I had been like a foreigner speaking through an interpreter.
Half walking in the paths, half working our way through the lesser drifts, we succeeded in reaching a pine grove just outside a broad pasture.
It is only after years of this sort of practice that even great men have learned to marshal the legion of words which come thronging through every byway of the mind.
Among the places I visited were West Point, Tarrytown, the home of Washington Irving, where I walked through "Sleepy Hollow."
Mr. Gilman sat beside me and read the paper through first, then sentence by sentence, while I repeated the words aloud, to make sure that I understood him perfectly.
The words rush through my hand like hounds in pursuit of a hare which they often miss.
We had hurried through the dish-washing after luncheon, in order that we might have as long an afternoon as possible for the story.
As we hastened through the long grass toward the hammock, the grasshoppers swarmed about us and fastened themselves on our clothes, and I remember that my teacher insisted upon picking them all off before we sat down, which seemed to me an unnecessary waste of time.
God can dumbness keep While Sin creeps grinning through His house of Time.
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.
Still there is much in the Bible against which every instinct of my being rebels, so much that I regret the necessity which has compelled me to read it through from beginning to end.
He had steered through many a storm with firm hand and sea-wise eye.
I joined in all their sports and rambles through the woods and frolics in the water.
I shall never forget the ripple of alternating joy and woe that ran through that beautiful little play, or the wonderful child who acted it.
Since Bishop Brooks died I have read the Bible through; also some philosophical works on religion, among them Swedenborg's "Heaven and Hell" and Drummond's "Ascent of Man," and I have found no creed or system more soul-satisfying than Bishop Brooks's creed of love.
She has oftenest advised and helped me in my progress through college.
When we are sleeping quietly in our beds, they are watching the beautiful sky through the telescope.
Some relatives and dear old friends were with me through the day.
My Dear Friend, Mr. Krehl:--I have just heard, through Mr. Wade, of your kind offer to buy me a gentle dog, and I want to thank you for the kind thought.
I saw the one through which Emperor Dom Pedro listened to the words, "To be, or not to be," at the Centennial.
I have at least the satisfaction of seeing them through the eyes of my friends, which is a real pleasure.
I had used it all through my school work, and never any other system.
At the same time Dr. Bell added that I could rest content and fight my way through Radcliffe in competition with seeing and hearing girls, while the great desire of my heart was being fulfilled.
This little boy could speak two or three languages before he lost his hearing through sickness, and he is now only about five years old.
Indeed, at one time it was believed that the best way for them to communicate was through systematized gestures, the sign language invented by the Abbe de l'Epee.
She does not see with her eyes, but through the inner faculty to serve which eyes were given to us.
It is now sixty-five years since Dr. Samuel Gridley Howe knew that he had made his way through Laura Bridgman's fingers to her intelligence.
His success convinced him that language can be conveyed through type to the mind of the blind-deaf child, who, before education, is in the state of the baby who has not learned to prattle; indeed, is in a much worse state, for the brain has grown in years without natural nourishment.
This with the extracts from her letters, scattered through the report, is the first valid source of information about Helen Keller.
We gladly allowed her to use freely our library of embossed books, our collection of stuffed animals, sea-shells, models of flowers and plants, and the rest of our apparatus for instructing the blind through the sense of touch.
Here I opened the bag, and she went through it eagerly, probably expecting to find something to eat.
She is going through the house now, applying the new words to all kinds of objects.
Her mind grows through its ceaseless activity.
I made her go through the motion of knocking the doll's head on the table and spelled to her: No, no, Helen is naughty.
She went through these motions several times, mimicking every movement, then she stood very still for a moment with a troubled look on her face, which suddenly cleared, and she spelled, "Good Helen," and wreathed her face in a very large, artificial smile.
The "why?" is the DOOR THROUGH WHICH HE ENTERS THE WORLD OF REASON AND REFLECTION.
You see, I had to use words and images with which she was familiar through the sense of touch.
Helen talks a great deal about things that she cannot know of through the sense of touch.
She was greatly delighted with the monkeys and kept her hand on the star performer while he went through his tricks, and laughed heartily when he took off his hat to the audience.
Finally she got up from the table and went through the motion of picking seaweed and shells, and splashing in the water, holding up her skirts higher than was proper under the circumstances.
Helen remained motionless through them all, not once showing the least sign that she realized what was going on.
While making a visit at Brewster, Massachusetts, she one day accompanied my friend and me through the graveyard.
Every shade of feeling finds expression through her mobile features.
The horse was an old, worn-out chestnut, with an ill-kept coat, and bones that showed plainly through it; the knees knuckled over, and the forelegs were very unsteady.
I said to her, "Tell me, when you have read the poem through, who you think the mother is."
Through Charles Kingsley's "Greek Heroes" she had become familiar with the beautiful stories of the Greek gods and goddesses, and she must have met with the words GOD, HEAVEN, SOUL, and a great many similar expressions in books.
At this moment another thought seemed to flash through her mind, and she added, "But Mr. Anagnos did not speak to my soul."
In the very nature of things, articulation is an unsatisfactory means of education; while the use of the manual alphabet quickens and invigorates mental activity, since through it the deaf child is brought into close contact with the English language, and the highest and most abstract ideas may be conveyed to the mind readily and accurately.
And when he came to the nut trees, and saw the shells left by the idle fairies and all the traces of their frolic, he knew exactly how they had acted, and that they had disobeyed him by playing and loitering on their way through the woods.
King Frost frowned and looked very angry at first, and his fairies trembled for fear and cowered still lower in their hiding-places; but just then two little children came dancing through the wood, and though they did not see King Frost or the fairies, they saw the beautiful colour of the leaves, and laughed with delight, and began picking great bunches to take to their mother.
Soon after its appearance in print I was pained to learn, through the Goodson Gazette, that a portion of the story (eight or nine passages) is either a reproduction or adaptation of Miss Margaret Canby's "Frost Fairies."
What mysterious force guided the seedling from the dark earth up to the light, through leaf and stem and bud, to glorious fulfilment in the perfect flower?
I rode a fiery hunter--I can feel the impatient toss of his head now and the quiver that ran through him at the first roar of the cannon.
Often when I dream, thoughts pass through my mind like cowled shadows, silent and remote, and disappear.
What if in my waking hours a sound should ring through the silent halls of hearing?
What if a ray of light should flash through the darkened chambers of my soul?
It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do.
I think that there are very few important communications made through it.
The penny-post is, commonly, an institution through which you seriously offer a man that penny for his thoughts which is so often safely offered in jest.
If a man should walk through this town and see only the reality, where, think you, would the "Mill-dam" go to?
My instinct tells me that my head is an organ for burrowing, as some creatures use their snout and fore paws, and with it I would mine and burrow my way through these hills.
I kept Homer's Iliad on my table through the summer, though I looked at his page only now and then.
The rays which stream through the shutter will be no longer remembered when the shutter is wholly removed.
The sumach (Rhus glabra) grew luxuriantly about the house, pushing up through the embankment which I had made, and growing five or six feet the first season.
As they come under one horizon, they shout their warning to get off the track to the other, heard sometimes through the circles of two towns.
A young forest growing up under your meadows, and wild sumachs and blackberry vines breaking through into your cellar; sturdy pitch pines rubbing and creaking against the shingles for want of room, their roots reaching quite under the house.
This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore.
And so I went home to my bed, and left him to pick his way through the darkness and the mud to Brighton--or Bright-town--which place he would reach some time in the morning.
The bullet of your thought must have overcome its lateral and ricochet motion and fallen into its last and steady course before it reaches the ear of the hearer, else it may plow out again through the side of his head.
He, too, has heard of Homer, and, "if it were not for books," would "not know what to do rainy days," though perhaps he has not read one wholly through for many rainy seasons.
A townsman told me that when he met him sauntering through the village in his small close-fitting cap, and whistling to himself, he reminded him of a prince in disguise.
When I was four years old, as I well remember, I was brought from Boston to this my native town, through these very woods and this field, to the pond.
I hardly ever failed, when I rambled through the village, to see a row of such worthies, either sitting on a ladder sunning themselves, with their bodies inclined forward and their eyes glancing along the line this way and that, from time to time, with a voluptuous expression, or else leaning against a barn with their hands in their pockets, like caryatides, as if to prop it up.
They lived about a mile off through the woods, and were quite used to the route.
Through this, whistling a tune, we took our way to the haunts of men again.
This is that portion, also, where in the spring, the ice being warmed by the heat of the sun reflected from the bottom, and also transmitted through the earth, melts first and forms a narrow canal about the still frozen middle.
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.
In such transparent and seemingly bottomless water, reflecting the clouds, I seemed to be floating through the air as in a balloon, and their swimming impressed me as a kind of flight or hovering, as if they were a compact flock of birds passing just beneath my level on the right or left, their fins, like sails, set all around them.
I have said that Walden has no visible inlet nor outlet, but it is on the one hand distantly and indirectly related to Flint's Pond, which is more elevated, by a chain of small ponds coming from that quarter, and on the other directly and manifestly to Concord River, which is lower, by a similar chain of ponds through which in some other geological period it may have flowed, and by a little digging, which God forbid, it can be made to flow thither again.
A walk through the woods thither was often my recreation.
It is by this time mere vegetable mould and undistinguishable pond shore, through which rushes and flags have pushed up.
Once it chanced that I stood in the very abutment of a rainbow's arch, which filled the lower stratum of the atmosphere, tinging the grass and leaves around, and dazzling me as if I looked through colored crystal.
Sometimes I had a companion in my fishing, who came through the village to my house from the other side of the town, and the catching of the dinner was as much a social exercise as the eating of it.
They come rustling through the woods like autumn leaves, at least ten men to one loon.
These bubbles are from an eightieth to an eighth of an inch in diameter, very clear and beautiful, and you see your face reflected in them through the ice.
Where now firm open fields stretch from the village to the woods, it then ran through a maple swamp on a foundation of logs, the remnants of which, doubtless, still underlie the present dusty highway, from the Stratton, now the Alms-House Farm, to Brister's Hill.
We waded so gently and reverently, or we pulled together so smoothly, that the fishes of thought were not scared from the stream, nor feared any angler on the bank, but came and went grandly, like the clouds which float through the western sky, and the mother-o'-pearl flocks which sometimes form and dissolve there.
Still on they came, and now the near woods resounded through all their aisles with their demoniac cry.
Early in the morning, while all things are crisp with frost, men come with fishing-reels and slender lunch, and let down their fine lines through the snowy field to take pickerel and perch; wild men, who instinctively follow other fashions and trust other authorities than their townsmen, and by their goings and comings stitch towns together in parts where else they would be ripped.
He would perhaps have placed alder branches over the narrow holes in the ice, which were four or five rods apart and an equal distance from the shore, and having fastened the end of the line to a stick to prevent its being pulled through, have passed the slack line over a twig of the alder, a foot or more above the ice, and tied a dry oak leaf to it, which, being pulled down, would show when he had a bite.
These alders loomed through the mist at regular intervals as you walked half way round the pond.
They, of course, are Walden all over and all through; are themselves small Waldens in the animal kingdom, Waldenses.
Many have believed that Walden reached quite through to the other side of the globe.
They are not like cups between the hills; for this one, which is so unusually deep for its area, appears in a vertical section through its centre not deeper than a shallow plate.
As I sounded through the ice I could determine the shape of the bottom with greater accuracy than is possible in surveying harbors which do not freeze over, and I was surprised at its general regularity.
Of course, a stream running through, or an island in the pond, would make the problem much more complicated.
Even when cleft or bored through it is not comprehended in its entireness.
Such a rule of the two diameters not only guides us toward the sun in the system and the heart in man, but draws lines through the length and breadth of the aggregate of a man's particular daily behaviors and waves of life into his coves and inlets, and where they intersect will be the height or depth of his character.
They also showed me in another place what they thought was a "leach-hole," through which the pond leaked out under a hill into a neighboring meadow, pushing me out on a cake of ice to see it.
One has suggested, that if such a "leach-hole" should be found, its connection with the meadow, if any existed, might be proved by conveying some colored powder or sawdust to the mouth of the hole, and then putting a strainer over the spring in the meadow, which would catch some of the particles carried through by the current.
He cuts and saws the solid pond, unroofs the house of fishes, and carts off their very element and air, held fast by chains and stakes like corded wood, through the favoring winter air, to wintry cellars, to underlie the summer there.
This pond has no stream passing through it to melt or wear away the ice.
Fogs and rains and warmer suns are gradually melting the snow; the days have grown sensibly longer; and I see how I shall get through the winter without adding to my wood-pile, for large fires are no longer necessary.
At length the sun's rays have attained the right angle, and warm winds blow up mist and rain and melt the snowbanks, and the sun, dispersing the mist, smiles on a checkered landscape of russet and white smoking with incense, through which the traveller picks his way from islet to islet, cheered by the music of a thousand tinkling rills and rivulets whose veins are filled with the blood of winter which they are bearing off.
When the frost comes out in the spring, and even in a thawing day in the winter, the sand begins to flow down the slopes like lava, sometimes bursting out through the snow and overflowing it where no sand was to be seen before.
Through our own recovered innocence we discern the innocence of our neighbors.
Early in May, the oaks, hickories, maples, and other trees, just putting out amidst the pine woods around the pond, imparted a brightness like sunshine to the landscape, especially in cloudy days, as if the sun were breaking through mists and shining faintly on the hillsides here and there.
The government itself, which is only the mode which the people have chosen to execute their will, is equally liable to be abused and perverted before the people can act through it.
A wise man will not leave the right to the mercy of chance, nor wish it to prevail through the power of the majority.
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.
Through this wound a man's real manhood and immortality flow out, and he bleeds to an everlasting death.
It was formerly the custom in our village, when a poor debtor came out of jail, for his acquaintances to salute him, looking through their fingers, which were crossed to represent the grating of a jail window, "How do ye do?"
Prince Vasili said something to Lorrain in passing and went through the door on tiptoe.
From the far side of the house through the closed doors came the sound of difficult passages--twenty times repeated--of a sonata by Dussek.
Princess Mary had turned toward her brother, and through her tears the loving, warm, gentle look of her large luminous eyes, very beautiful at that moment, rested on Prince Andrew's face.
When he reached his sister's room his wife was already awake and her merry voice, hurrying one word after another, came through the open door.
The immense house was brilliant with lights shining through its lofty windows.
He seized his son by the hand with small bony fingers, shook it, looked straight into his son's face with keen eyes which seemed to see through him, and again laughed his frigid laugh.
And this "Well!" sounded coldly ironic, as if he were saying,: "Now go through your performance."
Princess Mary, supporting her sister-in-law, still looked with her beautiful eyes full of tears at the door through which Prince Andrew had gone and made the sign of the cross in his direction.
Kutuzov walked through the ranks, sometimes stopping to say a few friendly words to officers he had known in the Turkish war, sometimes also to the soldiers.
"My dear fellow, how are you?" said he through the singing, making his horse keep pace with the company.
They went through the porch and into the stable.
At midday the Russian baggage train, the artillery, and columns of troops were defiling through the town of Enns on both sides of the bridge.
Among the field guns on the brow of the hill the general in command of the rearguard stood with a staff officer, scanning the country through his fieldglass.
Meanwhile the staff officer standing in front pointed out something to the general, who looked through his field glass.
Sometimes through the monotonous waves of men, like a fleck of white foam on the waves of the Enns, an officer, in a cloak and with a type of face different from that of the men, squeezed his way along; sometimes like a chip of wood whirling in the river, an hussar on foot, an orderly, or a townsman was carried through the waves of infantry; and sometimes like a log floating down the river, an officers' or company's baggage wagon, piled high, leather covered, and hemmed in on all sides, moved across the bridge.
The imposing figure of Nesvitski followed by his Cossack, and the determination of Denisov who flourished his sword and shouted frantically, had such an effect that they managed to squeeze through to the farther side of the bridge and stopped the infantry.
The last of the infantry hurriedly crossed the bridge, squeezing together as they approached it as if passing through a funnel.
Having glanced through the dispatch he laid it on the table and looked at Prince Andrew, evidently considering something.
You with all your forces fall on the unfortunate Mortier and his one division, and even then Mortier slips through your fingers!
"La femme est la compagne de l'homme," * announced Prince Hippolyte, and began looking through a lorgnette at his elevated legs.
Through the door came the sounds of Kutuzov's voice, excited and dissatisfied, interrupted by another, an unfamiliar voice.
On November 1 Kutuzov had received, through a spy, news that the army he commanded was in an almost hopeless position.
In front of them rows of gray cloaks were already visible through the smoke, and an officer catching sight of Bagration rushed shouting after the crowd of retreating soldiers, ordering them back.
However inconvenient the position, it was now necessary to attack in order to cut a way through for themselves.
No one said anything definite, but the rumor of an attack spread through the squadron.
A shudder of terror went through him: "No, better not look," he thought, but having reached the bushes he glanced round once more.
It was no longer, as before, a dark, unseen river flowing through the gloom, but a dark sea swelling and gradually subsiding after a storm.
Only now and then detached ideas and impressions from the world of reality shot unexpectedly through his mind.
The prince went through the conservatories, the serfs' quarters, and the outbuildings, frowning and silent.
You know, you see right through people.
The old prince felt as though he had been insulted through his daughter.
She was going straight on through the conservatory, neither seeing nor hearing anything, when suddenly the well-known whispering of Mademoiselle Bourienne aroused her.
Natasha smiled through her tears.
Boris, during the campaign, had made the acquaintance of many persons who might prove useful to him, and by a letter of recommendation he had brought from Pierre had become acquainted with Prince Andrew Bolkonski, through whom he hoped to obtain a post on the commander-in-chief's staff.
The one who was writing and whom Boris addressed turned round crossly and told him Bolkonski was on duty and that he should go through the door on the left into the reception room if he wished to see him.
The night was foggy and through the fog the moonlight gleamed mysteriously.
He could also, by the gleam of bayonets visible through the smoke, make out moving masses of infantry and narrow lines of artillery with green caissons.
Rostov, who had completely forgotten Denisov, not wishing anyone to forestall him, threw off his fur coat and ran on tiptoe through the large dark ballroom.
Count Ilya, again thrusting his way through the crowd, went out of the drawing room and reappeared a minute later with another committeeman, carrying a large silver salver which he presented to Prince Bagration.
Can't I go away from here, run away, bury myself somewhere? passed through his mind.
The combatants advanced along the trodden tracks, nearer and nearer to one another, beginning to see one another through the mist.
He only heard Dolokhov's hurried steps, and his figure came in view through the smoke.
Pierre clutched his temples, and turning round went into the forest, trampling through the deep snow, and muttering incoherent words:
"Father, tell me how it happened," she asked through her tears.
As she was crossing the anteroom she saw through the window a carriage with lanterns, standing at the entrance.
Piteous, helpless, animal moans came through the door.
First he spun her round, holding her now with his left, now with his right hand, then falling on one knee he twirled her round him, and again jumping up, dashed so impetuously forward that it seemed as if he would rush through the whole suite of rooms without drawing breath, and then he suddenly stopped and performed some new and unexpected steps.
Now a bullet through my brain-- that's all that's left me!
A bullet through my brain is the only thing left me--not singing! his thoughts ran on.
Pierre glanced at the serious faces of those around, remembered all he had already gone through, and realized that he could not stop halfway.
He was continually traveling through the three provinces entrusted to him, was pedantic in the fulfillment of his duties, severe to cruel with his subordinates, and went into everything down to the minutest details himself.
Suddenly he thought he heard a strange noise through the door.
Returning from his journey through South Russia in the happiest state of mind, Pierre carried out an intention he had long had of visiting his friend Bolkonski, whom he had not seen for two years.
I can't tell you how much I have lived through since then.
And so you had to go through that too!
Make friends with my little fool, Princess Mary, he shouted after Pierre, through the door.
"Let God and our gweat monarch judge me afterwards!" said Denisov going out, and Rostov heard the hoofs of several horses splashing through the mud.
In the long room, brightly lit up by the sun through the large windows, the sick and wounded lay in two rows with their heads to the walls, and leaving a passage in the middle.
Rostov went to the middle of the room and looking through the open doors into the two adjoining rooms saw the same thing there.
Hand it in through your commander.
As he passed through the forest Prince Andrew turned several times to look at that oak, as if expecting something from it.
Then suddenly the grating sound of a harsh voice was heard from the other side of the door, and the officer--with pale face and trembling lips--came out and passed through the waiting room, clutching his head.
Almost every time a new carriage drove up a whisper ran through the crowd and caps were doffed.
In spite of her age and plainness she had gone through the same process as the Rostovs, but with less flurry – for to her it was a matter of routine.
Pierre, swaying his stout body, advanced, making way through the crowd and nodding to right and left as casually and good-naturedly as if he were passing through a crowd at a fair.
He pushed through, evidently looking for someone.
Pierre, who had come downstairs, walked through the rooms and struck everyone by his preoccupied, absent-minded, and morose air.
She knew this for certain, though she hardly heard his voice through the closed doors.
And don't attach importance to her being so bright: that's because she's living through the last days of her girlhood, but I know what she is like every time we receive a letter from him!
A third person rode up circumspectly through the wood (it was plain that he had had a lesson) and stopped behind the count.
Memories of Austerlitz and of Dolokhov flashed rapidly and clearly through his mind.
In the village through which they passed there were red lights and a cheerful smell of smoke.
They could not see the horses, but only heard them splashing through the unseen mud.
There an old maidservant was grumbling at a young girl who stood panting, having just run in through the cold from the serfs' quarters.
Natasha glanced at her and at the crack in the pantry door, and it seemed to her that she remembered the light falling through that crack once before and Sonya passing with a glass in her hand.
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.
It was dark in the room especially where they were sitting on the sofa, but through the big windows the silvery light of the full moon fell on the floor.
Besides who can tell whether I saw anything or not? flashed through Sonya's mind.
Natasha began, and without replying to Sonya's words of comfort she got into bed, and long after her candle was out lay open-eyed and motionless, gazing at the moonlight through the frosty windowpanes.
The Spaniards, through the Catholic clergy, offer praise to God for their victory over the French on the fourteenth of June, and the French, also through the Catholic clergy, offer praise because on that same fourteenth of June they defeated the Spaniards.
After admitting the doctor, Princess Mary sat down with a book in the drawing room near the door through which she could hear all that passed in the study.
Through the study door came the sound of slippered feet and the cry: Spies, traitors, traitors everywhere!
Through the closed doors the music was already audible.
The music sounded louder and through the door rows of brightly lit boxes in which ladies sat with bare arms and shoulders, and noisy stalls brilliant with uniforms, glittered before their eyes.
As she looked and thought, the strangest fancies unexpectedly and disconnectedly passed through her mind: the idea occurred to her of jumping onto the edge of the box and singing the air the actress was singing, then she wished to touch with her fan an old gentleman sitting not far from her, then to lean over to Helene and tickle her.
He had never missed a carousal at Danilov's or other Moscow revelers', drank whole nights through, outvying everyone else, and was at all the balls and parties of the best society.
Natasha remarked to her father who had also risen and was moving through the crowd toward the actress.
At that party Natasha again met Anatole, and Sonya noticed that she spoke to him, trying not to be overheard, and that all through dinner she was more agitated than ever.
Anatole, with uniform unbuttoned, walked to and fro from the room where the witnesses were sitting, through the study to the room behind, where his French valet and others were packing the last of his things.
"Makarka" (their name for Makarin) "will go through fire and water for you for nothing.
More than once he had driven them through the town with gypsies and "ladykins" as he called the cocottes.
But he liked them; liked that mad driving at twelve miles an hour, liked upsetting a driver or running down a pedestrian, and flying at full gallop through the Moscow streets.
Hey, Matrena, the sable! he shouted so that his voice rang far through the rooms.
When Gabriel came to inform her that the men who had come had run away again, she rose frowning, and clasping her hands behind her paced through the rooms a long time considering what she should do.
He drove through the town seeking Anatole Kuragin, at the thought of whom now the blood rushed to his heart and he felt a difficulty in breathing.
He paced through the ballroom, waited till everyone had come, and as Anatole had not turned up did not stay for dinner but drove home.
All men seemed so pitiful, so poor, in comparison with this feeling of tenderness and love he experienced: in comparison with that softened, grateful, last look she had given him through her tears.
Early in the morning of the twelfth of June he came out of his tent, which was pitched that day on the steep left bank of the Niemen, and looked through a spyglass at the streams of his troops pouring out of the Vilkavisski forest and flowing over the three bridges thrown across the river.
He rode across one of the swaying pontoon bridges to the farther side, turned sharply to the left, and galloped in the direction of Kovno, preceded by enraptured, mounted chasseurs of the Guard who, breathless with delight, galloped ahead to clear a path for him through the troops.
All the time Boris was going through the figures of the mazurka, he was worried by the question of what news Balashev had brought and how he could find it out before others.
They rode through the village of Rykonty, past tethered French hussar horses, past sentinels and men who saluted their colonel and stared with curiosity at a Russian uniform, and came out at the other end of the village.
But, to his surprise, Balashev received, through Duroc, an invitation to dine with the Emperor that day.
The Emperor was in very good spirits after his ride through Vilna, where crowds of people had rapturously greeted and followed him.
From all the windows of the streets through which he rode, rugs, flags, and his monogram were displayed, and the Polish ladies, welcoming him, waved their handkerchiefs to him.
So little was his rejoinder appreciated that Napoleon did not notice it at all and naively asked Balashev through what towns the direct road from there to Moscow passed.
Balashev, who was on the alert all through the dinner, replied that just as "all roads lead to Rome," so all roads lead to Moscow: there were many roads, and "among them the road through Poltava, which Charles XII chose."
He entered through the gates with their stone pillars and drove up the avenue leading to the house as if he were entering an enchanted, sleeping castle.
Through the first door came the sound of voices conversing in German and occasionally in French.
Prince Andrew had an opportunity of getting a good look at him, for Pfuel arrived soon after himself and, in passing through to the drawing room, stopped a minute to speak to Chernyshev.
One could see that he wished to pass through the rooms as quickly as possible, finish with the bows and greetings, and sit down to business in front of a map, where he would feel at home.
Five minutes later Ilyin, splashing through the mud, came running back to the shanty.
Rostov threw his cloak over his shoulders, shouted to Lavrushka to follow with the things, and--now slipping in the mud, now splashing right through it--set off with Ilyin in the lessening rain and the darkness that was occasionally rent by distant lightning.
The squadron overtook and passed the infantry and the battery--which had also quickened their pace--rode down a hill, and passing through an empty and deserted village again ascended.
Higher up the hill, on the very horizon, our guns were visible through the wonderfully clear air, brightly illuminated by slanting morning sunbeams.
As Natasha, at her mother's side, passed through the crowd behind a liveried footman who cleared the way for them, she heard a young man speaking about her in too loud a whisper.
Pierre had been silent and preoccupied all through dinner, seeming not to grasp what was said.
The Emperor! a sudden cry resounded through the halls and the whole throng hurried to the entrance.
So he called Tikhon and went through the rooms with him to show him where to set up the bed for that night.
"You brute, you murderer!" screamed a thin, pale woman who, with a baby in her arms and her kerchief torn from her head, burst through the door at that moment and down the steps into the yard.
Black figures flitted about before the fire, and through the incessant crackling of the flames talking and shouting could be heard.
She ran up to him and, in the play of the sunlight that fell in small round spots through the shade of the lime-tree avenue, could not be sure what change there was in his face.
"I can see through you and three yards into the ground under you," he continued, gazing at the floor in front of Dron.
She vividly recalled the moment when he had his first stroke and was being dragged along by his armpits through the garden at Bald Hills, muttering something with his helpless tongue, twitching his gray eyebrows and looking uneasily and timidly at her.
God has sent you! exclaimed deeply moved voices as Rostov passed through the anteroom.
"All our stupidity, Yakov Alpatych," came the answers, and the crowd began at once to disperse through the village.
Prince Andrew told Kutuzov all he knew of his father's death, and what he had seen at Bald Hills when he passed through it.
With a frightened and suffering look resembling that on the thin Frenchman's face, Pierre pushed his way in through the crowd.
From above on the left, bisecting that amphitheater, wound the Smolensk highroad, passing through a village with a white church some five hundred paces in front of the knoll and below it.
From the fleches they rode still farther to the left, along a road winding through a thick, low-growing birch wood.
After going through the wood for about a mile and a half they came out on a glade where troops of Tuchkov's corps were stationed to defend the left flank.
Through a gap in the broken wall he could see, beside the wooden fence, a row of thirty year-old birches with their lower branches lopped off, a field on which shocks of oats were standing, and some bushes near which rose the smoke of campfires-- the soldiers' kitchens.
He who has come to this as I have through the same sufferings...
"Yes, sire," and the aide-de-camp disappeared through the door of the tent.
To a proposal made by General Campan (who was to attack the fleches) to lead his division through the woods, Napoleon agreed, though the so-called Duke of Elchingen (Ney) ventured to remark that a movement through the woods was dangerous and might disorder the division.
During the cannonade Prince Poniatowski is to advance through the wood on the village and turn the enemy's position.
General Campan will move through the wood to seize the first fortification.
The second order was that Poniatowski, moving to the village through the wood, should turn the Russian left flank.
This could not be done and was not done, because Poniatowski, advancing on the village through the wood, met Tuchkov there barring his way, and could not and did not turn the Russian position.
The third order was: General Campan will move through the wood to seize the first fortification.
Near by, the campfires were dimly burning among the French Guards, and in the distance those of the Russian line shone through the smoke.
He was looking through a field glass down the highroad before him.
It was the same panorama he had admired from that spot the day before, but now the whole place was full of troops and covered by smoke clouds from the guns, and the slanting rays of the bright sun, rising slightly to the left behind Pierre, cast upon it through the clear morning air penetrating streaks of rosy, golden-tinted light and long dark shadows.
The smoke of the guns mingled with this mist, and over the whole expanse and through that mist the rays of the morning sun were reflected, flashing back like lightning from the water, from the dew, and from the bayonets of the troops crowded together by the riverbanks and in Borodino.
Within the entrenchment stood ten guns that were being fired through openings in the earthwork.
Through the smoke glimpses could be caught of something black--probably men--and at times the glint of bayonets.
Sometimes shouts were heard through the firing, but it was impossible to tell what was being done there.
Napoleon, standing on the knoll, looked through a field glass, and in its small circlet saw smoke and men, sometimes his own and sometimes Russians, but when he looked again with the naked eye, he could not tell where what he had seen was.
In this way two cavalry regiments galloped through the Semenovsk hollow and as soon as they reached the top of the incline turned round and galloped full speed back again.
The Russians might fall on his left wing, might break through his center, he himself might be killed by a stray cannon ball.
Amid the powder smoke, slowly dispersing over the whole space through which Napoleon rode, horses and men were lying in pools of blood, singly or in heaps.
Napoleon rode up the high ground at Semenovsk, and through the smoke saw ranks of men in uniforms of a color unfamiliar to him.
When men were killed or wounded, when rows of stretchers went past, when some troops retreated, and when great masses of the enemy came into view through the smoke, no one paid any attention to these things.
He now remembered the connection that existed between himself and this man who was dimly gazing at him through tears that filled his swollen eyes.
Toward the end of the battle of Borodino, Pierre, having run down from Raevski's battery a second time, made his way through a gully to Knyazkovo with a crowd of soldiers, reached the dressing station, and seeing blood and hearing cries and groans hurried on, still entangled in the crowds of soldiers.
Only someone's orderly passed through the gateway, splashing through the mud, and talked to the innkeeper.
And the memory of the dinner at the English Club when he had challenged Dolokhov flashed through Pierre's mind, and then he remembered his benefactor at Torzhok.
Pierre got up and, having told them to harness and overtake him, went on foot through the town.
In answer to questions with which he was greeted, the courier made a despairing gesture with his hand and passed through the room.
His Serene Highness has passed through Mozhaysk in order to join up with the troops moving toward him and has taken up a strong position where the enemy will not soon attack him.
Oh, by the by!" he shouted through the doorway after Pierre, "is it true that the countess has fallen into the clutches of the holy fathers of the Society of Jesus?"
Pierre dressed hurriedly and, instead of going to see them, went to the back porch and out through the gate.
Natasha ran into the house and went on tiptoe through the half-open door into the sitting room, where there was a smell of vinegar and Hoffman's drops.
"The eggs... the eggs are teaching the hen," muttered the count through tears of joy, and he embraced his wife who was glad to hide her look of shame on his breast.
The count nodded affirmatively, and Natasha, at the rapid pace at which she used to run when playing at tag, ran through the ballroom to the anteroom and downstairs into the yard.
Smiling unnaturally and muttering to himself, he first sat down on the sofa in an attitude of despair, then rose, went to the door of the reception room and peeped through the crack, returned flourishing his arms, and took up a book.
A single report of a signaling gun followed, and the troops, who were already spread out on different sides of Moscow, moved into the city through Tver, Kaluga, and Dorogomilov gates.
Nobody drove through the streets and footsteps were rarely heard.
And as soon as the officer let go of the gate handle she turned and, hurrying away on her old legs, went through the back yard to the servants' quarters.
Swaying his head and smiling as if amused at himself, the officer ran almost at a trot through the deserted streets toward the Yauza bridge to overtake his regiment.
This letter requested the count to send police officers to guide the troops through the town, as the army was retreating to the Ryazan road beyond Moscow.
Toward nine o'clock in the morning, when the troops were already moving through Moscow, nobody came to the count any more for instructions.
A drone of voices was audible through the closed window.
A murmur of approbation and satisfaction ran through the crowd.
Another still stronger wave flowed through the crowd and reaching the front ranks carried it swaying to the very steps of the porch.
A similar moan of surprise and horror ran through the crowd.
Several French officers superintended the placing of the guns and looked at the Kremlin through field glasses.
Other detachments passed through the Kremlin and encamped along the Moroseyka, the Lubyanka, and Pokrovka Streets.
Men in military uniforms and Hessian boots could be seen through the windows, laughing and walking through the rooms.
No residents were left in Moscow, and the soldiers--like water percolating through sand--spread irresistibly through the city in all directions from the Kremlin into which they had first marched.
But as the captain had the wine they had taken while passing through Moscow, he left the kvass to Morel and applied himself to the bottle of Bordeaux.
The satisfaction of his hunger and the wine rendered the captain still more lively and he chatted incessantly all through dinner.
Through the open window the moans of the adjutant could be heard more distinctly.
But in the yard there was a light from the fire at Little Mytishchi a mile and a half away, and through the night came the noise of people shouting at a tavern Mamonov's Cossacks had set up across the street, and the adjutant's unceasing moans could still be heard.
But it then occurred to him for the first time that he certainly could not carry the weapon in his hand through the streets.
Pierre's way led through side streets to the Povarskoy and from there to the church of St. Nicholas on the Arbat, where he had long before decided that the deed should be done.
Tongues of flame here and there broke through that cloud.
We'll pass through the side street, by the Nikulins'!
As Pierre passed through the fence gate, he was enveloped by hot air and involuntarily stopped.
It was now, however, impossible to get back the way he had come; the maid, Aniska, was no longer there, and Pierre with a feeling of pity and disgust pressed the wet, painfully sobbing child to himself as tenderly as he could and ran with her through the garden seeking another way out.
Having run through different yards and side streets, Pierre got back with his little burden to the Gruzinski garden at the corner of the Povarskoy.
After marching through a number of streets the patrol arrested five more Russian suspects: a small shopkeeper, two seminary students, a peasant, and a house serf, besides several looters.
On the third day after Kutuzov's report a country gentleman arrived from Moscow, and news of the surrender of Moscow to the French spread through the whole town.
For the first time all that pure, spiritual, inward travail through which she had lived appeared on the surface.
He stood a little behind the governor and held himself with military decorum through the service, meditating on a great variety of subjects.
He glanced through it, then read it again, and then again, and standing still in the middle of the room he raised his shoulders, stretching out his hands, with his mouth wide open and his eyes fixed.
Sonya burst into hysterical tears and replied through her sobs that she would do anything and was prepared for anything, but gave no actual promise and could not bring herself to decide to do what was demanded of her.
She heard the sound of their voices through the door.
On his way through the streets Pierre felt stifled by the smoke which seemed to hang over the whole city.
He was conducted through a glass gallery, an anteroom, and a hall, which were familiar to him, into a long low study at the door of which stood an adjutant.
At that moment an immense number of things passed dimly through both their minds, and they realized that they were both children of humanity and were brothers.
Who? flashed for an instant through his mind.
Sounds of crying and screaming came from somewhere in the distance outside, and flames were visible through the cracks of the shed, but inside it was quiet and dark.
Something not human--death--was breaking in through that door, and had to be kept out.
And the adjutant galloped through the forest after Grekov.
He remained in Moscow till October, letting the troops plunder the city; then, hesitating whether to leave a garrison behind him, he quitted Moscow, approached Kutuzov without joining battle, turned to the right and reached Malo-Yaroslavets, again without attempting to break through and take the road Kutuzov took, but retiring instead to Mozhaysk along the devastated Smolensk road.
The Emperor rode through the streets to comfort the inhabitants, and, despite his preoccupation with state affairs, himself visited the theaters that were established by his order.
The Frenchman, having pushed his head and hands through, without raising his eyes, looked down at the shirt and examined the seams.
And now without thinking about it he had found that peace and inner harmony only through the horror of death, through privation, and through what he recognized in Karataev.
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.
Through the cross streets of the Khamovniki quarter the prisoners marched, followed only by their escort and the vehicles and wagons belonging to that escort, but when they reached the supply stores they came among a huge and closely packed train of artillery mingled with private vehicles.
Through these forests Denisov and his party rode all day, sometimes keeping well back in them and sometimes coming to the very edge, but never losing sight of the moving French.
Petya! exclaimed Denisov, having run through the dispatch.
In the village, in the house, in the garden, by the well, by the pond, over all the rising ground, and all along the road uphill from the bridge leading to the village, not more than five hundred yards away, crowds of men could be seen through the shimmering mist.
Down below, a man wearing something red was running through the marsh.
"I went for another one," Tikhon continued, "and I crept like this through the wood and lay down."
"Yes, we saw from the hill how you took to your heels through the puddles!" said the esaul, screwing up his glittering eyes.
The sound of bare feet splashing through the mud was heard in the darkness, and the drummer boy came to the door.
"Don't talk Russian," said Dolokhov in a hurried whisper, and at that very moment they heard through the darkness the challenge: "Qui vive?" * and the click of a musket.
Both fell silent, peering out through the darkness at the sound of Dolokhov's and Petya's steps as they advanced to the fire leading their horses.
Coming out onto the road Dolokhov did not ride back across the open country, but through the village.
But Petya did not let go of him and Dolokhov saw through the gloom that Petya was bending toward him and wanted to kiss him.
The horses that had previously been invisible could now be seen to their very tails, and a watery light showed itself through the bare branches.
The infantry of the detachment passed along the road and quickly disappeared amid the trees in the mist of early dawn, hundreds of feet splashing through the mud.
"Too late again!" flashed through Petya's mind and he galloped on to the place from which the rapid firing could be heard.
Through the smoke, as he approached the gate, Petya saw Dolokhov, whose face was of a pale-greenish tint, shouting to his men.
But after a four days' halt the mob, with no maneuvers or plans, again began running along the beaten track, neither to the right nor to the left but along the old--the worst--road, through Krasnoe and Orsha.
Then we are told of the greatness of soul of the marshals, especially of Ney--a greatness of soul consisting in this: that he made his way by night around through the forest and across the Dnieper and escaped to Orsha, abandoning standards, artillery, and nine tenths of his men.
She went through the accounts with Alpatych, conferred with Dessalles about her nephew, and gave orders and made preparations for the journey to Moscow.
Suddenly an electric shock seemed to run through Natasha's whole being.
The sight of her father, the terribly wild cries of her mother that she heard through the door, made her immediately forget herself and her own grief.
Through the falling snow a purple-black and starry sky showed itself and the frost grew keener.
The regiment passed through the village and stacked its arms in front of the last huts.
One part of it dispersed and waded knee-deep through the snow into a birch forest to the right of the village, and immediately the sound of axes and swords, the crashing of branches, and merry voices could be heard from there.
A third section scattered through the village arranging quarters for the staff officers, carrying out the French corpses that were in the huts, and dragging away boards, dry wood, and thatch from the roofs, for the campfires, or wattle fences to serve for shelter.
Pierre gazed at the door through which she had disappeared and did not understand why he suddenly felt all alone in the world.
"People speak of misfortunes and sufferings," remarked Pierre, "but if at this moment I were asked: 'Would you rather be what you were before you were taken prisoner, or go through all this again?' then for heaven's sake let me again have captivity and horseflesh!
She smiled at Pierre through her tears.
As he drove through the streets past the houses that had been burned down, he was surprised by the beauty of those ruins.
Nicholas was the first to meet her, as the countess' room could only be reached through his.
Then through the door she heard Nicholas clearing his throat again and stirring, and his voice said crossly:
Conversation of this kind, interesting to no one yet unavoidable, continued all through teatime.
Besides this feeling which absorbed her altogether and hindered her from following the details of her husband's plans, thoughts that had no connection with what he was saying flitted through her mind.
Through his reason man observes himself, but only through consciousness does he know himself.
Through his reason man observes himself, but only through consciousness does he know himself.
On the one hand there is fear and regret for the loss of the whole edifice constructed through the ages, on the other is the passion for destruction.
His warm hands slid under her jacket, caressing her back through the thin T-shirt.
They put her through college and it was her intent to stay with them as long as they needed her.
He looked through them and then handed them back without comment.
It isn't one of those things you can talk through, I guess.
As his fingers laced through hers, she opened her eyes and found Alex watching her.
After flipping through a few channels, Carmen decided to take a long bath.
Slipping her hand through his extended elbow, she let him lead her into the center of the room.
After a mind boggling search through more investment files, she found his savings account.
They went through their evening routine and then left for the hospital.
Since everyone knew the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, she started with a special meal.
You shouldn't have to go through this alone.
If she doesn't have custody, then why go through all this?
She sighed and ran fingers through her tangled hair.
His assessment tore through her mind, digging up memories and laying them bare on the surface.
She woke to bright sunlight shining through her window and jumped from the bed, tugging on a pair of shorts and a blouse.
The words sliced through her disguise, stabbing into her heart.
Giddon swooped her into his arms and pushed through the brush.
Tammy burst through the door and saw Lisa sitting on the counter.
I'll take you for a ride through more country in a day than you could hope to walk in a week.
Suddenly a man appeared through a hole in the roof next to the one they were on and stepped into plain view.
Soon he reached the street and disappeared through a glass doorway into one of the glass buildings.
The little man, having had a good sleep, felt rested and refreshed, and looking through the glass partition of the room he saw Zeb sitting up on his bench and yawning.
The cavern did not come to an end, as they had expected it would, but slanted upward through the great glass mountain, running in a direction that promised to lead them to the side opposite the Mangaboo country.
It was all laid out into lovely lawns and gardens, with pebble paths leading through them and groves of beautiful and stately trees dotting the landscape here and there.
In the open space between the clouds and the black, bubbling sea far beneath, could be seen an occasional strange bird winging its way swiftly through the air.
Dorothy was a little anxious about the success of their trip, for the way Jim arched his long neck and spread out his bony legs as he fluttered and floundered through the air was enough to make anybody nervous.
An instant later the Tiger crouched and launched its huge body through the air swift and resistless as a ball from a cannon.
Away they went through the village street and out upon the country road.
So, through the night, Paul Revere rode toward Concord.
Something was pushing its way through the bushes.
He could see its shadow as he peeped out through the clusters of leaves.
The schoolhouse was two or three miles from home, but he did not mind the long walk through the woods and over the hills.
It ran into a narrow cleft which he had not seen before, and then through a long, dark passage which was barely large enough for a man's body.
The officer began to write, but just as he finished the first word, a bomb came through the roof of the house and struck the floor close by him.
For many days he wandered through rough and dangerous places.
They fastened each of these wheels to the end of an iron rod which they passed through the boat from side to side.
All through the night he sat among the abbey cows, and sang his wonderful song.
Through some perfect storm of wars, downturns, and disasters, the once-sunny outlook turned dark.
All of us, through the choices we make.
When I go to far-flung places, I often know little of local customs and, through ignorance, I have committed more than one faux pas.
By "the end of ignorance," I mean a world where everyone everywhere will be able to go through life making wise decisions based on near-perfect information.
Think about notable astronomers of centuries past, who collected their own data through years of careful observation.
But with time, technology worked through all these problems.
My earliest distinct recollection of my father is making my way through great drifts of newspapers to his side and finding him alone, holding a sheet of paper before his face.
What many children think of with dread, as a painful plodding through grammar, hard sums and harder definitions, is to-day one of my most precious memories.
Narrow paths were shoveled through the drifts.
I got out several cords of stumps in plowing, which supplied me with fuel for a long time, and left small circles of virgin mould, easily distinguishable through the summer by the greater luxuriance of the beans there.
I think that the man is at a dead set who has got through a knot-hole or gateway where his sledge load of furniture cannot follow him.
Prince Hippolyte stood close to the pretty, pregnant princess, and stared fixedly at her through his eyeglass.
Placing the bottle on the window sill where he could reach it easily, Dolokhov climbed carefully and slowly through the window and lowered his legs.
She drew her wool down through the canvas and, scarcely able to refrain from laughing, stooped as if trying to make out the pattern.
My father talks of nothing but marches and countermarches, things of which I understand nothing; and the day before yesterday during my daily walk through the village I witnessed a heartrending scene....
The Emperor entered the hall through a broad path between two lines of nobles.
Many people were hurrying through the streets and there were many soldiers, but cabs were still driving about, tradesmen stood at their shops, and service was being held in the churches as usual.
Through the streets soldiers in various uniforms walked or ran confusedly in different directions like ants from a ruined ant-hill.
But on the road, the highroad along which the troops marched, there was no such freshness even at night or when the road passed through the forest; the dew was imperceptible on the sandy dust churned up more than six inches deep.
The artillery and baggage wagons moved noiselessly through the deep dust that rose to the very hubs of the wheels, and the infantry sank ankle-deep in that soft, choking, hot dust that never cooled even at night.
When they passed through a village they all rushed to the wells and fought for the water and drank it down to the mud.
It was one of those break-through moments.
I imagine what you have gone through, and she sympathetically turned up her eyes.
He led his armies through many countries.