The conductor helped her off the car and then the engineer started his train again, so that it puffed and groaned and moved slowly away up the track.
Jonathan was gazing up at Felipa with an adoring expression.
He grew up to become a famous man and one of our greatest orators.
Katie picked up the plate, her focus on Carmen.
He should have gone up garret at once.
You'd better go wash up and tell your Dad supper is ready.
Presently he woke up, rose to a sitting position and rubbed his eyes briskly.
Then, on Friday those who have done the best may stand up and read their compositions to the school.
She stretched and sat up, reaching for her clothes.
She scooped up some oats and fed each of the horses.
She picked up her coffee cup and took another sip, her eyes searching his over the rim.
The impulse gone, I fell down and cried for her to take me up in her arms.
Her jet black hair was swept up gracefully into a plaited crown.
Warmth crawled up her neck.
Eureka stuck up her nose at such food, but the tiny piglets squealed delightedly at the sight of the crackers and ate them up in a jiffy.
Once a little fish swam too near the surface, and the kitten grabbed it in her mouth and ate it up as quick as a wink; but Dorothy cautioned her to be careful what she ate in this valley of enchantments, and no more fishes were careless enough to swim within reach.
At such times they were all glad to wait for him, for continually climbing up stairs is sure to make one's legs ache.
Then he looked up to find the nest from which they had fallen.
Many of his poems are still read and loved by children as well as by grown up men and women.
Toss up a copper for it as well.
Anna Pavlovna was obviously serving him up as a treat to her guests.
He turned away from her with a grimace that distorted his handsome face, kissed Anna Pavlovna's hand, and screwing up his eyes scanned the whole company.
His daughter, Princess Helene, passed between the chairs, lightly holding up the folds of her dress, and the smile shone still more radiantly on her beautiful face.
She caught her breath, warmth crawling up her neck again.
Finally he sat up, a glint of humor in his eyes.
Waiting until they were out of view from the men at the corral, Carmen rode up beside Alex.
Apparently the horse knew the rider meant business, because it didn't act up again.
Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me.
Google CEO Eric Schmidt famously asserted in 2010 that we create more content every two days than in the history of civilization up to 2003.
Where everyone can live up to his or her maximum potential.
If my reasoning stopped there, you would probably start fishing around for the receipt for this book and read up on your bookseller's return policy.
It was so cool up in the tree that Miss Sullivan proposed that we have our luncheon there.
I started up and instinctively stretched out my hands.
If I did not know the words and idioms necessary to express my thoughts she supplied them, even suggesting conversation when I was unable to keep up my end of the dialogue.
The whole lot contains eleven acres, mostly growing up to pines and hickories, and was sold the preceding season for eight dollars and eight cents an acre.
Leaving her thoughts behind, she started up the hill to meet Alex.
He reached her and turned, walking beside her as they started back up the hill to the house.
She glanced up at his face, but it gave no clue of his mood.
She stopped and gazed up at his face.
She glanced up at him as he stopped beside her.
In the meantime, Thanksgiving was coming up - and then Christmas.
After dressing and freshening up, she found him in the kitchen wolfing down a sandwich.
They circled the room twice before a hand reached up and tapped Alex on the shoulder.
He turned to find Jonathan grinning up at him.
She sat up, pulling the blanket around her nightgown and shivered.
He came up behind her and took the coffee cup from her hands, sitting it on the table.
The household account he had set up for her was healthy and growing with the monthly deposits he made.
As it was, the kids might pick up on her fear and emulate.
She retrieved two boxes from the attic and enlisted help from Destiny in setting up and decorating the tree in the dining room.
He picked up the newspaper she had set out for him and started to read.
He rolled up the newspaper and hit her playfully on the backside as she walked away.
Warmth crawled up her neck as she grabbed her nightgown and pulled it over her head.
She jerked her head up and stared at him, letting the nightgown fall loosely around her body.
She returned his kiss passionately, and when he pulled his head back, she gazed up at him.
He pulled away from her, propping up on an elbow as he studied her face.
I was so excited that I couldn't sleep, so I got up and dressed.
"I'm sorry I didn't get up earlier," Carmen said.
When she glanced up at him, even his smile was reassuring.
What you have on is fine, but if you want to freshen up and wear something else, go ahead.
I don't want her to wake up in a strange room and not be able to find us.
Her wandering gaze came up to his face and warmth shot painfully up her neck.
"Destiny might wake up," she reasoned in an uncertain voice.
Destiny stared up at Alex, obviously startled.
Finally he glanced up and met her questioning gaze.
Later, as they walked back to their room, Jonathan looked up at Carmen.
She smiled up at him.
She rolled over and sat up, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
Then the horse bunched up under him.
Felipa kicked her horse into a lope and rode up beside him.
Unbuckling his belt, he pulled his shirt up and examined the knife scar on his abdomen.
Señor Medena gazed up at Alex sadly.
She hesitated at Señor Medena's desk and he glanced up at her expectantly.
Carmen was up first, showering and dressing before Alex woke.
It should have arrived at Hugson's Siding at midnight, but it was already five o'clock and the gray dawn was breaking in the east when the little train slowly rumbled up to the open shed that served for the station-house.
Then they turned bottom side up, and continued to roll slowly over until they were right side up again.
Jim the horse had seen these spires, also, and his ears stood straight up with fear, while Dorothy and Zeb held their breaths in suspense.
"Does the air bear up your weight?" asked the girl.
Far up in the air was an object that looked like a balloon.
I go up in a balloon, usually, to draw the crowds to the circus.
With this he caught up two of the piglets and pushed them together, so that the two were one.
Then he caught up another piglet and pushed it into the first, where it disappeared.
Let us walk up, and see where the doors lead to.
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.
When he lighted the oil a hundred tongues of flame shot up, and the effect was really imposing.
Suddenly they looked up to find the room filled with the silent, solemn-eyed Mangaboos.
Half way up the steep was a yawning cave, black as night beyond the point where the rainbow rays of the colored suns reached into it.
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.
Before long they neared the Black Pit, where a busy swarm of Mangaboos, headed by their Princess, was engaged in piling up glass rocks before the entrance.
At once the Mangaboos began piling up the rocks of glass again, and as the little man realized that they were all about to be entombed in the mountain he said to the children:
"It's good, anyway," said Zeb, "or those little rascals wouldn't have gobbled it up so greedily."
He picked it up, but could not see what he held.
The door stood open and a table was set in the front room, with four chairs drawn up to it.
Many large and fierce bears roam in the Valley of Voe, and when they can catch any of us they eat us up; but as they cannot see us, we seldom get caught.
All three got into the buggy and Zeb picked up the reins, though Jim needed no guidance of any sort.
Mortals who stand upon the earth and look up at the sky cannot often distinguish these forms, but our friends were now so near to the clouds that they observed the dainty fairies very clearly.
Once I lived on top the earth, but for many years I have had my factory in this spot--half way up Pyramid Mountain.
"Are we only half way up?" enquired the boy, in a discouraged tone.
"This," said the man, taking up a box and handling it gently, "contains twelve dozen rustles--enough to last any lady a year.
Everything's dead, up there--no flesh or blood or growing thing anywhere.
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.
The others picked themselves up from the ground one by one and quickly rejoined their fellows, so for a moment the horse thought he had won the fight with ease.
Zeb ran and picked up one of the Gargoyles that lay nearest to him.
To one of these houses which had neither doors nor windows, but only one broad opening far up underneath the roof, the prisoners were brought by their captors.
"Well, I'll climb up when I get back, then," said the boy, with a laugh.
Then the line was let down again for Zeb to climb up by.
These preparations had not consumed a great deal of time, but the sleeping Gargoyles were beginning to wake up and move around, and soon some of them would be hunting for their missing wings.
The flames leaped up at once and the bonfire began to smoke and roar and crackle just as the great army of wooden Gargoyles arrived.
These were motionless at first, but soon began to flicker more brightly and to sway slowly from side to side and then up and down.
She has gone up to the top of the earth to hunt for our dinner.
They now moved on again, creeping slowly up another steep incline.
It wouldn't be possible for even me to get up to that crack--or through it if I got there.
"Were you ever before shut up in a cave, far under the earth, with no way of getting out?" enquired the horse, seriously.
After you went up in a balloon, and escaped us, I got back to Kansas by means of a pair of magical silver shoes.
But Dorothy sprang up and ran to seize her friend's hand drawing him impulsively toward the lovely Princess, who smiled most graciously upon her guest.
Then the Witches divided up the kingdom, and ruled the four parts of it until you came here.
She nestled herself comfortably in Dorothy's lap until the kitten gave a snarl of jealous anger and leaped up with a sharp claw fiercely bared to strike Billina a blow.
Everybody lives in peace here, and loves everybody else; and unless you two, Billina and Eureka, make up and be friends, I'll take my Magic Belt and wish you both home again, IMMEJITLY.
Once in a while I get broken up some, but I am easily repaired and put in good order again.
But here comes Ozma; so I'd better hush up, for the Princess doesn't like me to chatter since she changed her name from Tip to Ozma.
Jim and the buggy followed, the old cab-horse being driven by Zeb while the Wizard stood up on the seat and bowed his bald head right and left in answer to the cheers of the people, who crowded thick about him.
The little girl jumped up at once.
Then Dorothy wound up Tik-tok and he danced a jig to amuse the company, after which the Yellow Hen related some of her adventures with the Nome King in the Land of Ev.
He stooped and picked up a bird's nest that had fallen upon the ground.
Today you may stand up before the school and read what you have written about the turnip.
But this I know, I love to play In the meadow, among the hay-- Up the water, and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me.
He gave these to a shepherd and ordered him to bring them up among his sheep, far from the homes of men.
They grew up healthy and strong.
When the king's soldiers heard about this powder, they made up their minds to go out and get it for themselves.
I will stir up all the farmers between here and Concord, and those fellows will have a hot time of it.
Perhaps the soldiers had given up their plan.
He walked up and down the river bank, leading his horse behind him; but he kept his eyes turned always toward the dim, dark spot which he knew was the old North Church.
"Up! up!" shouted Paul Revere.
"Up! up!" shouted Paul Revere.
Up! up! and defend yourselves!
Up! up! and defend yourselves!
They could not see the speeding horse, but they heard the clatter of its hoofs far down the road, and they understood the cry, "Up! up! and defend yourselves!"
They could not see the speeding horse, but they heard the clatter of its hoofs far down the road, and they understood the cry, "Up! up! and defend yourselves!"
He was very proud to think of this, and he wished that he might grow up to be like them.
Gilbert looked up from his play and saw that his mother was very deeply interested in her book.
They say she has a family of young wolves up there; and that is why she kills so many lambs.
They tracked the beast to the mouth of a cave, far up on the hills.
He walked up the street to the next block.
But George had made up his mind to go.
He jumped to his feet and looked up at the kind gentleman.
The lad sprang up alarmed.
Andrew's gray eyes blazed as he stood up straight and proud before the haughty captain.
His father hoped that Daniel would grow up to be a wise and famous man.
The clock ticked loudly, and Tommy Jones, who was standing up for the fourth time, began to feel very uneasy.
"You will be a good monk when you grow up," said Ethelred, with a sneer.
I am sure that whether you grow up to be a monk or a king, you will be a wise and noble man.
And Alfred did grow up to become the wisest and noblest king that England ever had.
Although his father was a king, Cyrus was brought up like the son of a common man.
They could do nothing but give up all their goods and money.
Soon another came up and said, "My boy, do you happen to have any gold about you?"
The second man then spoke up and said, It is true that I sold him the ground, but I did not reserve anything he might find in it.
So a party of soldiers led him up into the mountain and placed him on the edge of the yawning hole in the rocks.
Then he sprang up quickly and seized it by the tail.
On the last day, the great army which Coriolanus had led from Antium was drawn up in battle array.
But they had made up their minds to get rid of him.
All the birds sprang up joyfully.
A number of bundles were made up for them to carry.
Then up from his seat rose Abraham Davenport.
As he grew up, his father wished him to learn a trade.
One night the king sat up very late, writing letters and sending messages; and the little page was kept busy running on errands until past midnight.
He picked it up and read it.
A second time it tried to carry its load up the rough trunk of the tree, and a second time it failed.
Slowly, one little step at a time, it crept up across the rough place where it had slipped and fallen so often.
"Shall I wrap it up for you?" asked the market man.
"This is slow work, Robert," said the older of the boys as they were poling up the river to a new fishing place.
Almost anybody could rig up an old boat like that.
I ran to pick it up and was surprised to find that it was a bag full of bright gold pieces.
They drew up closer to the fire and felt thankful that they were safe from the raging storm.
So this prince grew up to be a young man, tall and fair and graceful.
They did so, and as the flames lighted up the room, they saw their father enter with a child in his arms.
He sat up in the bed and looked around.
The boy got up at once, and sat behind the king.
All the men seemed amused when they saw the boy, and as they rode up, they greeted the king by taking off their hats.
In a few minutes the big net was pulled up out of the water.
The people of his country had made him their king; but as soon as he had made good laws for them he gave up his crown.
Let's say Linda has come up with a pretty interesting idea: A social network for couples.
She gets web hosting set up for the princely sum of $30 a month.
This would be very useful: No more struggling to remember what you promised the client you would deliver by Friday; you just look up the transcript.
A contest awhile back called for people to speculate what would be the best device to hook up to the Internet.
Online, people are constantly thinking up new ways to share with others.
We are talking about a setting to your Digital Echo file that says, "Information that isn't tied to me personally can be contributed to pools of rolled-up data."
Knowledge often consists of the rolled-up conclusions from many pieces of data.
Up until now, we have thought of the Internet as a place to store information, and we have depended upon search engines to help us find it.
The same people seldom show up twice.
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.
When the salesperson rings up your purchase, no one tells him he had better forget what shoes he sold you with that suit and not to use that information to advise any future clients.
In the century leading up to its extermination, smallpox killed about 500,000,000 people.
Once this ball gets rolling, it will speed up and, because of it, we will all wake up each morning with a little extra spring in our step and sparkle in our eye.
Code breakers and linguists were consulted, chemists and biologists patched up their differences and worked together, and scientific groups were formed to share information and theories.
When you trade with someone in a free market, you are giving up something you have for something the other person has, which you value more.
You might remember the story of Kyle MacDonald who famously traded up from one red paperclip to a house, one small exchange at a time between July 2005 and July 2006.
If I get my credit card bill and call up and dispute a charge, the benefit of the doubt is given to me, that I am telling the truth.
Additionally, online stores powered by Yahoo and Google and Amazon exist where small vendors can set up storefronts and sell to the world, as a hobby or a livelihood.
With the rapid flow of information about businesses and their products, along with the ease of "checking up" on a vendor, good businesses will get more business and push out the bad ones.
You could power generators that could light up a stadium.
And then technology opens up completely new ideas and methods for us.
However, locked up in ocean water—just suspended in ocean water—may be the equivalent of eight more such cubes.
A competing company decides to make an up-front investment and build a new factory in a distant land, high in the mountains where residents who choose to live there have less economic opportunity.
The company should insure its workers because if uninsured workers end up in the ER, the burden falls on society, not the company.
This action makes the price of a burger go up by $1,000 and drops demand to zero.
And the sooner we get machines to do the things they can do, freeing up people to do what they can do, the happier and wealthier we all will be.
The robots I watched making Legos had no human operators because no human can keep up with them.
Plus, they will be able to convert heat to electricity as well, so anything that heats up will become an energy source.
Or nanites that clean up any toxic chemicals they find and turn them into harmless agents?
If we obtained this ten-thousand-fold increase simply by allowing specialization and dividing work up among people, then what astronomical gains will we achieve by outsourcing that work to robots capable of working with unimaginable precision at unimaginable speed?
Let that sink in: By dividing work up among people so they could specialize, we went from bows and arrows to Apollo moon missions.
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.
It comes up everywhere, even the United States.
We've seen this: If you are running for president of the United States, merely using the words "freeze" and "Social Security" in the same sentence has the retirees of the nation heating up pots of tar and emptying their down pillows.
Let's say, to keep the math simple, they go up thirtyfold.
Young boys used to manually set up bowling pins after each frame.
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."
Often when I discuss this idea with people, they bring up an objection I have come to call The Spoiled Rich Kid Problem.
One day, a tornado comes, lifts up your trailer with everyone in it, flies it around the world to the poorest nation on earth, and drops it in the middle of the village.
Your children actually might grow up feeling privileged, better, and even a bit snooty.
In any case, as the song says, The times, they are a-changin'—and they are changing in a manner that governments probably can't keep up with.
Then again, don't the fat years make up for all this?
But the problem, of course, was that food prices went up, the people went hungry, and riots ensued.
In the early 1800s, fertilizer companies sprang up using bone meal as the principle agent.
From our standpoint, the plant wastes all the rest of its energy on riotous living: growing roots and leaves, soaking up water, separating carbon molecules from oxygen ones.
I grew up on a farm.
Every morning before I went to school I had chores to do, which began with mixing up the formula and feeding the calves.
A neighboring farmer and cat-lover, William Ross, perhaps hearing a distinct "ka-ching" in his head, got one of the kittens and teamed up with a geneticist and began a careful breeding program.
American ethanol policies do not "kill" the poor, but they do drive up corn prices.
As far as scientific advancements go, that would be right up there with the proverbial sliced bread.
What would we say to Borlaug if we met him in a cornfield and ended up discussing the world's problems over a beer somewhere?
If you have a problem with that, take it up with the man with the gun.
I don't recall ever being in a department store, drinking from the water fountain, and having the staff look at me disapprovingly because I was running up the water bill.
That set-up didn't turn out so well.
He pulls up next to a farmer and asks the farmer how to get to a certain place.
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.
It has led us up those last few steps to the mountain pass; and beyond there is a different country.
The way to end war is not to set up some big world government or eliminate nation-states, which will always retain the right to take unilateral military action to defend themselves.
Accountability must be at as low a level as possible, so that if government officials mess up, they answer to constituents in their locality.
So, when I tell you we will see the end of war, if you are over thirty-five years of age, you have every reason to roll your eyes and tell me you have seen this movie before and aren't up for the sequel.
I wouldn't give it up for a million dollars, just like I wouldn't sell my left arm for a million dollars.
Because we value them, we are reluctant to give them up without a really good reason.
Now, however, more and more wealth is tied up in intangibles such as intellectual property, patents, brands, media, and contracts.
More wealth is digital, to be sure, but immeasurably more wealth is tied up in the intricacies of society itself.
Asymmetry will become more pronounced in the future, and we will either endure it, sacrifice individual liberty to prevent it, or come up with a new solution presently hidden from us.
If you think about it, it is hard to come up with an exception.
But having your starlet drive eighty mph whilst liquored up, well, that was fine.
After all, public opinion may just as easily be stirred up in favor of war as against it.
Everything is up for scrutiny.
Their revolution was not made up of a bunch of hotheads with torches and pitchforks.
On the other end of the education spectrum, college degrees are up: A recent Harvard University study reports that 6.7 percent of the world has a college degree, up from 5.9 percent in 2000.
This civilizing process seems to be picking up steam.
Othello ends up killing the virtuous Desdemona out of jealousy.
More minds are thinking about more problems, coming up with better solutions.
It can overspend and rack up public debt and destroy the currency.
One morning I locked my mother up in the pantry, where she was obliged to remain three hours, as the servants were in a detached part of the house.
A strange odour came up from the earth.
Oh, the delight with which I gathered up the fruit in my pinafore, pressed my face against the smooth cheeks of the apples, still warm from the sun, and skipped back to the house!
Miss Sullivan and I kept up a game of guessing which taught me more about the use of language than any set lessons could have done.
I found surprises, not in the stocking only, but on the table, on all the chairs, at the door, on the very window-sill; indeed, I could hardly walk without stumbling on a bit of Christmas wrapped up in tissue paper.
After I had recovered from my first experience in the water, I thought it great fun to sit on a big rock in my bathing-suit and feel wave after wave dash against the rock, sending up a shower of spray which quite covered me.
It was delightful to lose ourselves in the green hollows of that tangled wood in the late afternoon, and to smell the cool, delicious odours that came up from the earth at the close of day.
"To-morrow to the chase!" was their good-night shout as the circle of merry friends broke up for the night.
The earth seemed benumbed by his icy touch, and the very spirits of the trees had withdrawn to their roots, and there, curled up in the dark, lay fast asleep.
Shrunk and cold, As if her veins were sapless and old, And she rose up decrepitly For a last dim look at earth and sea.
In the evening a wind from the northeast sprang up, and the flakes rushed hither and thither in furious melee.
The rafters creaked and strained, and the branches of the trees surrounding the house rattled and beat against the windows, as the winds rioted up and down the country.
My thoughts would often rise and beat up like birds against the wind, and I persisted in using my lips and voice.
As I talked, happy thoughts fluttered up out of my words that might perhaps have struggled in vain to escape my fingers.
I thought then that I was "making up a story," as children say, and I eagerly sat down to write it before the ideas should slip from me.
I spoke up and said, "Oh, no, it is my story, and I have written it for Mr. Anagnos."
But the angel of forgetfulness has gathered up and carried away much of the misery and all the bitterness of those sad days.
Likewise my compositions are made up of crude notions of my own, inlaid with the brighter thoughts and riper opinions of the authors I have read.
Up to the time of the "Frost King" episode, I had lived the unconscious life of a little child; now my thoughts were turned inward, and I beheld things invisible.
You cannot see the waves rolling up the beach or hear their roar.
I often amused myself by reading Latin passages, picking up words I understood and trying to make sense.
Miss Sullivan sat beside me at my lessons, spelling into my hand whatever Mr. Irons said, and looking up new words for me.
In study hours she had to look up new words for me and read and reread notes and books I did not have in raised print.
But when I took up algebra I had a harder time still.
You are sure it is somewhere in your mind near the top--you saw it there the other day when you were looking up the beginnings of the Reformation.
My spirit could not reach up to his, but he gave me a real sense of joy in life, and I never left him without carrying away a fine thought that grew in beauty and depth of meaning as I grew.
She can shut her eyes and bend her arms and sit down and stand up straight.
They make a pleasant shade and the little birds love to swing to and fro and sing sweetly up in the trees.
Oh, it was a lovely and delicate doll! but the little girl's brother, a tall lad, had taken the doll, and set it up in a high tree in the garden, and had run away.
Already she began to see quite plainly the little elves in their tall pointed hats, dancing down the dusky alleys, and peeping from between the bushes, and they seemed to come nearer and nearer; and she stretched her hands up towards the tree in which the doll sat and they laughed, and pointed their fingers at her.
The tongue is so serviceable a member (taking all sorts of shapes, just as is wanted),--the teeth, the lips, the roof of the mouth, all ready to help, and so heap up the sound of the voice into the solid bits which we call consonants, and make room for the curiously shaped breathings which we call vowels!
We surprised our dear friends, however, for they did not expect us Saturday; but when the bell rung Miss Marrett guessed who was at the door, and Mrs. Hopkins jumped up from the breakfast table and ran to the door to meet us; she was indeed much astonished to see us.
After we had had some breakfast we went up to see Mr. Anagnos.
The next morning the sun rose bright and warm, and we got up quickly for our hearts were full of pleasant expectation....
I suppose you feel so, too, when you gaze up to the stars in the stillness of the night, do you not?...
Perhaps our guardian angel gathers them up as we drop them, and will give them back to us in the beautiful sometime when we have grown wiser, and learned how to use them rightly.
I find I get on faster, and do better work with Mr. Keith than I did in the classes at the Cambridge School, and I think it was well that I gave up that kind of work.
How quickly I should lock up all these mighty warriors, and hoary sages, and impossible heroes, who are now almost my only companions; and dance and sing and frolic like other girls!
I feel as if I ought to give up the idea of going to college altogether: for not all the knowledge in the world could make me happy, if obtained at such a cost.
But, when I took up Algebra, I had a harder time still--I was terribly handicapped by my imperfect knowledge of the notation.
Radcliffe girls are always up to their ears in work.
I don't however intend to give up Latin and Greek entirely.
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!
The blind alone could not support it, but it would not take very much money to make up the additional expense.
What if physical conditions have built up high walls about us?
"Yes," she replied, "but I like to play also, and I feel sometimes as if I were a music box with all the play shut up inside me."
When a psychologist asked her if Miss Keller spelled on her fingers in her sleep, Miss Sullivan replied that she did not think it worth while to sit up and watch, such matters were of so little consequence.
When she is walking up or down the hall or along the veranda, her hands go flying along beside her like a confusion of birds' wings.
Now that she has grown up, nobody thinks of being less frank with her than with any other intelligent young woman.
There grew up a mass of controversial matter which it is amusing to read now.
I let her go, but refused to give up the doll.
She kept coming up behind me and putting her hand on the paper and into the ink-bottle.
She kept this up for half an hour, then she got up to see what I was doing.
Then I let her out into the warm sunshine and went up to my room and threw myself on the bed exhausted.
I very soon made up my mind that I could do nothing with Helen in the midst of the family, who have always allowed her to do exactly as she pleased.
I finally succeeded in getting her on the bed and covered her up, and she lay curled up as near the edge of the bed as possible.
Helen didn't come up to my room after supper, and I didn't see her again until breakfast-time.
Her father says he is going to fit up a gymnasium for her in the pump-house; but we both like a good romp better than set exercises.
Again, when I hid the spool, she looked for it in a little box not more than an inch long; and she very soon gave up the search.
They seem to me to be built up on the supposition that every child is a kind of idiot who must be taught to think.
If she wanted a small object and was given a large one, she would shake her head and take up a tiny bit of the skin of one hand between the thumb and finger of the other.
Then she held up one finger and said "baby."
This gratifies the child's love of approbation and keeps up her interest in things.
I have made up my mind about one thing: Helen must learn to use books--indeed, we must both learn to use them, and that reminds me--will you please ask Mr. Anagnos to get me Perez's and Sully's Psychologies?
Usually we take one of the little "Readers" up in a big tree near the house and spend an hour or two finding the words Helen already knows.
She begins to spell the minute she wakes up in the morning, and continues all day long.
When the sun got round to the window where she was sitting with her book, she got up impatiently and shut the window.
During our walks she keeps up a continual spelling, and delights to accompany it with actions such as skipping, hopping, jumping, running, walking fast, walking slow, and the like.
She kept this up for nearly an hour.
These questions were sometimes asked under circumstances which rendered them embarrassing, and I made up my mind that something must be done.
I took Helen and my Botany, "How Plants Grow," up in the tree, where we often go to read and study, and I told her in simple words the story of plantlife.
Finally Belle got up, shook herself, and was about to walk away, when Helen caught her by the neck and forced her to lie down again.
Then she got up and stood very still, as if listening with her feet for Mildred's "thump, thump."
Her mother and I cut up several sheets of printed words so that she could arrange them into sentences.
She can add and subtract with great rapidity up to the sum of one hundred; and she knows the multiplication tables as far as the FIVES.
The letters take up the account again.
She fed the elephants, and was allowed to climb up on the back of the largest, and sit in the lap of the "Oriental Princess," while the elephant marched majestically around the ring.
One of the leopards licked her hands, and the man in charge of the giraffes lifted her up in his arms so that she could feel their ears and see how tall they were.
Of course, she hung her stocking--two of them lest Santa Claus should forget one, and she lay awake for a long time and got up two or three times to see if anything had happened.
Miss Ev. came up to help me make a list of words Helen has learned.
I got up, washed my face and hands, combed my hair, picked three dew violets for Teacher and ate my breakfast.
When the wine was passed to our neighbour, he was obliged to stand up to prevent her taking it away from him.
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.
This time her countenance changed whenever she was spoken to, but there was not such a decided lighting up of the features as when I had held her hand.
When Miss Sullivan went out in the barnyard and picked up a little chicken and talked to Helen about it, she was giving a kind of instruction impossible inside four walls, and impossible with more than one pupil at a time.
Let me sum up a few of the elements that made Helen Keller what she is.
The anemone, the wild violet, the hepatica, and the funny little curled-up ferns all peeped out at us from beneath the brown leaves.
After awhile he went nearer, and looking closely at the buds, found that they were folded up, leaf over leaf, as eyelids are folded over sleeping eyes, so that Birdie thought they must be asleep.
"Lazy roses, wake up," said he, giving the branches a gentle shake; but only the dew fell off in bright drops, and the flowers were still shut up.
It was quite early, the sun had not been up very long; the birds were just beginning to sing joyously.
Then the fairies thanked him for his forgiveness, and promised to work very hard to please him; and the good-natured king took them all up in his arms, and carried them safely home to his palace.
All use of language is imitative, and one's style is made up of all other styles that one has met.
At last she got up, gave me the mug, and led me out of the door to the pump-house.
I got up, and dressed quickly and ran downstairs.
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?
It is never too late to give up our prejudices.
One man says, in his despair or indifference to life, take up a handful of the earth at your feet, and paint your house that color.
Why do you take up a handful of dirt?
When the thirty centuries begin to look down on it, mankind begin to look up at it.
What man but a philosopher would not be ashamed to see his furniture packed in a cart and going up country exposed to the light of heaven and the eyes of men, a beggarly account of empty boxes?
From what southern plains comes up the voice of wailing?
If, then, we would indeed restore mankind by truly Indian, botanic, magnetic, or natural means, let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our own brows, and take up a little life into our pores.
I was in haste to buy it, before the proprietor finished getting out some rocks, cutting down the hollow apple trees, and grubbing up some young birches which had sprung up in the pasture, or, in short, had made any more of his improvements.
I got up early and bathed in the pond; that was a religious exercise, and one of the best things which I did.
Our life is like a German Confederacy, made up of petty states, with its boundary forever fluctuating, so that even a German cannot tell you how it is bounded at any moment.
And when they run over a man that is walking in his sleep, a supernumerary sleeper in the wrong position, and wake him up, they suddenly stop the cars, and make a hue and cry about it, as if this were an exception.
Hardly a man takes a half-hour's nap after dinner, but when he wakes he holds up his head and asks, "What's the news?" as if the rest of mankind had stood his sentinels.
If we read of one man robbed, or murdered, or killed by accident, or one house burned, or one vessel wrecked, or one steamboat blown up, or one cow run over on the Western Railroad, or one mad dog killed, or one lot of grasshoppers in the winter--we never need read of another.
I know a woodchopper, of middle age, who takes a French paper, not for news as he says, for he is above that, but to "keep himself in practice," he being a Canadian by birth; and when I ask him what he considers the best thing he can do in this world, he says, beside this, to keep up and add to his English.
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.
Up comes the cotton, down goes the woven cloth; up comes the silk, down goes the woollen; up come the books, but down goes the wit that writes them.
Up comes the cotton, down goes the woven cloth; up comes the silk, down goes the woollen; up come the books, but down goes the wit that writes them.
Here goes lumber from the Maine woods, which did not go out to sea in the last freshet, risen four dollars on the thousand because of what did go out or was split up; pine, spruce, cedar--first, second, third, and fourth qualities, so lately all of one quality, to wave over the bear, and moose, and caribou.
While these things go up other things come down.
Methinks I hear them barking behind the Peterboro' Hills, or panting up the western slope of the Green Mountains.
No yard! but unfenced nature reaching up to your very sills.
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.
I one evening overtook one of my townsmen, who has accumulated what is called "a handsome property"--though I never got a fair view of it--on the Walden road, driving a pair of cattle to market, who inquired of me how I could bring my mind to give up so many of the comforts of life.
He cut his trees level and close to the ground, that the sprouts which came up afterward might be more vigorous and a sled might slide over the stumps; and instead of leaving a whole tree to support his corded wood, he would pare it away to a slender stake or splinter which you could break off with your hand at last.
But what right had I to oust johnswort and the rest, and break up their ancient herb garden?
While you are planting the seed, he cries--"Drop it, drop it--cover it up, cover it up--pull it up, pull it up, pull it up."
That's Roman wormwood--that's pigweed--that's sorrel--that's piper-grass--have at him, chop him up, turn his roots upward to the sun, don't let him have a fibre in the shade, if you do he'll turn himself t' other side up and be as green as a leek in two days.
Daily the beans saw me come to their rescue armed with a hoe, and thin the ranks of their enemies, filling up the trenches with weedy dead.
These are the coarsest mills, in which all gossip is first rudely digested or cracked up before it is emptied into finer and more delicate hoppers within doors.
It was very pleasant, when I stayed late in town, to launch myself into the night, especially if it was dark and tempestuous, and set sail from some bright village parlor or lecture room, with a bag of rye or Indian meal upon my shoulder, for my snug harbor in the woods, having made all tight without and withdrawn under hatches with a merry crew of thoughts, leaving only my outer man at the helm, or even tying up the helm when it was plain sailing.
Yet a single glass of its water held up to the light is as colorless as an equal quantity of air.
Perhaps on that spring morning when Adam and Eve were driven out of Eden Walden Pond was already in existence, and even then breaking up in a gentle spring rain accompanied with mist and a southerly wind, and covered with myriads of ducks and geese, which had not heard of the fall, when still such pure lakes sufficed them.
Sometimes it would come floating up to the shore; but when you went toward it, it would go back into deep water and disappear.
I think that I may warrant you one worm to every three sods you turn up, if you look well in among the roots of the grass, as if you were weeding.
When I was building, one of these had its nest underneath the house, and before I had laid the second floor, and swept out the shavings, would come out regularly at lunch time and pick up the crumbs at my feet.
It probably had never seen a man before; and it soon became quite familiar, and would run over my shoes and up my clothes.
At length, as I leaned with my elbow on the bench one day, it ran up my clothes, and along my sleeve, and round and round the paper which held my dinner, while I kept the latter close, and dodged and played at bopeep with it; and when at last I held still a piece of cheese between my thumb and finger, it came and nibbled it, sitting in my hand, and afterward cleaned its face and paws, like a fly, and walked away.
I had dug out the spring and made a well of clear gray water, where I could dip up a pailful without roiling it, and thither I went for this purpose almost every day in midsummer, when the pond was warmest.
I took up the chip on which the three I have particularly described were struggling, carried it into my house, and placed it under a tumbler on my window-sill, in order to see the issue.
Once, when berrying, I met with a cat with young kittens in the woods, quite wild, and they all, like their mother, had their backs up and were fiercely spitting at me.
Some station themselves on this side of the pond, some on that, for the poor bird cannot be omnipresent; if he dive here he must come up there.
I pursued with a paddle and he dived, but when he came up I was nearer than before.
It was surprising how quickly he made up his mind and put his resolve into execution.
Sometimes he would come up unexpectedly on the opposite side of me, having apparently passed directly under the boat.
But why, after displaying so much cunning, did he invariably betray himself the moment he came up by that loud laugh?
I could commonly hear the splash of the water when he came up, and so also detected him.
When chestnuts were ripe I laid up half a bushel for winter.
I was surprised to see how thirsty the bricks were which drank up all the moisture in my plaster before I had smoothed it, and how many pailfuls of water it takes to christen a new hearth.
This I hauled up partly on the shore.
But commonly I kindled my fire with the dry leaves of the forest, which I had stored up in my shed before the snow came.
The stove not only took up room and scented the house, but it concealed the fire, and I felt as if I had lost a companion.
There are a few who remember his little patch among the walnuts, which he let grow up till he should be old and need them; but a younger and whiter speculator got them at last.
At length, in the war of 1812, her dwelling was set on fire by English soldiers, prisoners on parole, when she was away, and her cat and dog and hens were all burned up together.
And then fresh sparks went up above the wood, as if the roof fell in, and we all shouted "Concord to the rescue!"
There lay his old clothes curled up by use, as if they were himself, upon his raised plank bed.
What a sorrowful act must that be--the covering up of wells! coincident with the opening of wells of tears.
Little did the dusky children think that the puny slip with its two eyes only, which they stuck in the ground in the shadow of the house and daily watered, would root itself so, and outlive them, and house itself in the rear that shaded it, and grown man's garden and orchard, and tell their story faintly to the lone wanderer a half-century after they had grown up and died--blossoming as fair, and smelling as sweet, as in that first spring.
For I came to town still, like a friendly Indian, when the contents of the broad open fields were all piled up between the walls of the Walden road, and half an hour sufficed to obliterate the tracks of the last traveller.
Usually the red squirrel (Sciurus Hudsonius) waked me in the dawn, coursing over the roof and up and down the sides of the house, as if sent out of the woods for this purpose.
It is frequently covered up by drifts, and, it is said, "sometimes plunges from on wing into the soft snow, where it remains concealed for a day or two."
They tell me that if the fox would remain in the bosom of the frozen earth he would be safe, or if he would run in a straight line away no foxhound could overtake him; but, having left his pursuers far behind, he stops to rest and listen till they come up, and when he runs he circles round to his old haunts, where the hunters await him.
I remember well one gaunt Nimrod who would catch up a leaf by the roadside and play a strain on it wilder and more melodious, if my memory serves me, than any hunting-horn.
If the forest is cut off, the sprouts and bushes which spring up afford them concealment, and they become more numerous than ever.
As I was desirous to recover the long lost bottom of Walden Pond, I surveyed it carefully, before the ice broke up, early in '46, with compass and chain and sounding line.
It may be that he lays up no treasures in this world which will cool his summer drink in the next.
The opening of large tracts by the ice-cutters commonly causes a pond to break up earlier; for the water, agitated by the wind, even in cold weather, wears away the surrounding ice.
This pond has no stream passing through it to melt or wear away the ice.
This difference of three and a half degrees between the temperature of the deep water and the shallow in the latter pond, and the fact that a great proportion of it is comparatively shallow, show why it should break up so much sooner than Walden.
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.
But this spring it broke up more steadily, as I have said.
But when I stood on the shore they at once rose up with a great flapping of wings at the signal of their commander, and when they had got into rank circled about over my head, twenty-nine of them, and then steered straight to Canada, with a regular honk from the leader at intervals, trusting to break their fast in muddier pools.
In like manner the evil which one does in the interval of a day prevents the germs of virtues which began to spring up again from developing themselves and destroys them.
The tenant of the air, it seemed related to the earth but by an egg hatched some time in the crevice of a crag;--or was its native nest made in the angle of a cloud, woven of the rainbow's trimmings and the sunset sky, and lined with some soft midsummer haze caught up from earth?
I love to see that Nature is so rife with life that myriads can be afforded to be sacrificed and suffered to prey on one another; that tender organizations can be so serenely squashed out of existence like pulp--tadpoles which herons gobble up, and tortoises and toads run over in the road; and that sometimes it has rained flesh and blood!
Some would find fault with the morning red, if they ever got up early enough.
But presently the traveller's horse sank in up to the girths, and he observed to the boy, "I thought you said that this bog had a hard bottom."
Drive a nail home and clinch it so faithfully that you can wake up in the night and think of your work with satisfaction--a work at which you would not be ashamed to invoke the Muse.
I heartily accept the motto,--"That government is best which governs least"; and I should like to see it acted up to more rapidly and systematically.
You must live within yourself, and depend upon yourself always tucked up and ready for a start, and not have many affairs.
"Pay," it said, "or be locked up in the jail."
But the jailer said, "Come, boys, it is time to lock up"; and so they dispersed, and I heard the sound of their steps returning into the hollow apartments.
When they called for the vessels again, I was green enough to return what bread I had left; but my comrade seized it, and said that I should lay that up for lunch or dinner.
I do not wish to split hairs, to make fine distinctions, or set myself up as better than my neighbors.
"How evidently he belongs to the best society," said she to a third; and the vicomte was served up to the company in the choicest and most advantageous style, like a well-garnished joint of roast beef on a hot dish.
She said, 'Girl,' to the maid, 'put on a livery, get up behind the carriage, and come with me while I make some calls.'
"They say the ball will be very good," replied the princess, drawing up her downy little lip.
The princess, picking up her dress, was taking her seat in the dark carriage, her husband was adjusting his saber; Prince Hippolyte, under pretense of helping, was in everyone's way.
Pierre sat up on the sofa, with his legs tucked under him.
Prince Andrew shook himself as if waking up, and his face assumed the look it had had in Anna Pavlovna's drawing room.
Just for a whim of his own, goodness only knows why, he leaves me and locks me up alone in the country.
Her tone was now querulous and her lip drawn up, giving her not a joyful, but an animal, squirrel-like expression.
"Mon Dieu, mon Dieu!" she muttered, and lifting her dress with one hand she went up to her husband and kissed him on the forehead.
But tie yourself up with a woman and, like a chained convict, you lose all freedom!
But look here: give up visiting those Kuragins and leading that sort of life.
A bottle here, said Anatole, taking a glass from the table he went up to Pierre.
"No, I won't," said Pierre, pushing Anatole aside, and he went up to the window.
Anatole with his swaggering air strode up to the window.
"Shut up!" cried Dolokhov, pushing him away from the window.
Dolokhov's back in his white shirt, and his curly head, were lit up from both sides.
One of the footmen who had stooped to pick up some broken glass remained in that position without taking his eyes from the window and from Dolokhov's back.
The Englishman looked on sideways, pursing up his lips.
He looked up: Dolokhov was standing on the window sill, with a pale but radiant face.
Anatole Kuragin's father managed somehow to get his son's affair hushed up, but even he was ordered out of Petersburg.
The count jumped up and, swaying from side to side, spread his arms wide and threw them round the little girl who had run in.
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 only young people remaining in the drawing room, not counting the young lady visitor and the countess' eldest daughter (who was four years older than her sister and behaved already like a grown-up person), were Nicholas and Sonya, the niece.
She gave him a passionately angry glance, and hardly able to restrain her tears and maintain the artificial smile on her lips, she got up and left the room.
"It all depends on the bringing up," remarked the visitor.
Just fancy!" said the countess with a gentle smile, looking at Boris and went on, evidently concerned with a thought that always occupied her: "Now you see if I were to be severe with her and to forbid it... goodness knows what they might be up to on the sly" (she meant that they would be kissing), "but as it is, I know every word she utters.
"Yes, I was brought up quite differently," remarked the handsome elder daughter, Countess Vera, with a smile.
The guests got up and took their leave, promising to return to dinner.
Boris paused in the middle of the room, looked round, brushed a little dust from the sleeve of his uniform, and going up to a mirror examined his handsome face.
How can you? said he, running up to her.
Would you like to kiss me? she whispered almost inaudibly, glancing up at him from under her brows, smiling, and almost crying from excitement.
Suddenly she jumped up onto a tub to be higher than he, embraced him so that both her slender bare arms clasped him above his neck, and, tossing back her hair, kissed him full on the lips.
A smile of joy and satisfaction lit up her eager face.
All four, like a flock of scared birds, got up and left the room.
I never could understand how Nataly made up her mind to marry that unlicked bear!
I imagine what you have gone through, and she sympathetically turned up her eyes.
A footman conducted Boris down one flight of stairs and up another, to Pierre's rooms.
For a long time Pierre could not understand, but when he did, he jumped up from the sofa, seized Boris under the elbow in his quick, clumsy way, and, blushing far more than Boris, began to speak with a feeling of mingled shame and vexation.
After he had gone Pierre continued pacing up and down the room for a long time, no longer piercing an imaginary foe with his imaginary sword, but smiling at the remembrance of that pleasant, intelligent, and resolute young man.
As often happens in early youth, especially to one who leads a lonely life, he felt an unaccountable tenderness for this young man and made up his mind that they would be friends.
The other guests seeing that Shinshin was talking came up to listen.
Just see how these nestlings are growing up, and she pointed to the girls.
(Marya Dmitrievna always called Natasha a Cossack) and she stroked the child's arm as she came up fearless and gay to kiss her hand.
"Come here, my friend..." and she ominously tucked up her sleeves still higher.
The footmen began moving about, chairs scraped, the band struck up in the gallery, and the guests settled down in their places.
At the ladies' end an even chatter of voices was heard all the time, at the men's end the voices sounded louder and louder, especially that of the colonel of hussars who, growing more and more flushed, ate and drank so much that the count held him up as a pattern to the other guests.
Sonya and fat little Petya doubled up with laughter.
The band again struck up, the count and countess kissed, and the guests, leaving their seats, went up to "congratulate" the countess, and reached across the table to clink glasses with the count, with the children, and with one another.
The card tables were drawn out, sets made up for boston, and the count's visitors settled themselves, some in the two drawing rooms, some in the sitting room, some in the library.
Natasha, who was treated as though she were grown up, was evidently very proud of this but at the same time felt shy.
With an effort Sonya sat up and began wiping her eyes and explaining.
Natasha lifted her up, hugged her, and, smiling through her tears, began comforting her.
When the music began Natasha came in and walking straight up to Pierre said, laughing and blushing:
While the couples were arranging themselves and the musicians tuning up, Pierre sat down with his little partner.
Natasha was perfectly happy; she was dancing with a grown-up man, who had been abroad.
She was sitting in a conspicuous place and talking to him like a grown-up lady.
He drew himself up, a smile of debonair gallantry lit up his face and as soon as the last figure of the ecossaise was ended, he clapped his hands to the musicians and shouted up to their gallery, addressing the first violin:
"Look at Papa!" shouted Natasha to the whole company, and quite forgetting that she was dancing with a grown-up partner she bent her curly head to her knees and made the whole room ring with her laughter.
"That was a Daniel Cooper!" exclaimed Marya Dmitrievna, tucking up her sleeves and puffing heavily.
Outside the house, beyond the gates, a group of undertakers, who hid whenever a carriage drove up, waited in expectation of an important order for an expensive funeral.
Everyone stood up respectfully when the Military Governor, having stayed about half an hour alone with the dying man, passed out, slightly acknowledging their bows and trying to escape as quickly as possible from the glances fixed on him by the doctors, clergy, and relatives of the family.
The German doctor went up to Lorrain.
Lorrain, pursing up his lips, waved a severely negative finger before his nose.
Then she shook her head and glanced up at the icons with a sigh.
Halfway up the stairs they were almost knocked over by some men who, carrying pails, came running downstairs, their boots clattering.
Seeing them pass, Prince Vasili drew back with obvious impatience, while the princess jumped up and with a gesture of desperation slammed the door with all her might.
Having said this she went up to the doctor.
Pierre, having made up his mind to obey his monitress implicitly, moved toward the sofa she had indicated.
He went up to him, took his hand (a thing he never used to do), and drew it downwards as if wishing to ascertain whether it was firmly fixed on.
She smiled, hid her face in her handkerchief, and remained with it hidden for awhile; then looking up and seeing Pierre she again began to laugh.
In the midst of the service the voices of the priests suddenly ceased, they whispered to one another, and the old servant who was holding the count's hand got up and said something to the ladies.
Pierre paid no more attention to this occurrence than to the rest of what went on, having made up his mind once for all that what he saw happening around him that evening was in some way essential.
When Pierre came up the count was gazing straight at him, but with a look the significance of which could not be understood by mortal man.
"Wants to turn on the other side," whispered the servant, and got up to turn the count's heavy body toward the wall.
Anna Mikhaylovna, stooping, quickly caught up the object of contention and ran into the bedroom.
The large table covered with books and plans, the tall glass-fronted bookcases with keys in the locks, the high desk for writing while standing up, on which lay an open exercise book, and the lathe with tools laid ready to hand and shavings scattered around--all indicated continuous, varied, and orderly activity.
He took the exercise book containing lessons in geometry written by himself and drew up a chair with his foot.
"Well now, isn't she a fool!" shouted the prince, pushing the book aside and turning sharply away; but rising immediately, he paced up and down, lightly touched his daughter's hair and sat down again.
The princess pondered awhile with a thoughtful smile and her luminous eyes lit up so that her face was entirely transformed.
Then she suddenly rose and with her heavy tread went up to the table.
Just then a closed carriage and another with a hood drove up to the porch.
He will get up in twenty minutes.
They went up to the door of the sitting room from which came the sound of the oft-repeated passage of the sonata.
The little princess talked incessantly, her short, downy upper lip continually and rapidly touching her rosy nether lip when necessary and drawing up again next moment when her face broke into a smile of glittering teeth and sparkling eyes.
When the twenty minutes had elapsed and the time had come for the old prince to get up, Tikhon came to call the young prince to his father.
Prince Andrew went up and kissed his father on the spot indicated to him.
What about Austria? said he, rising from his chair and pacing up and down the room followed by Tikhon, who ran after him, handing him different articles of clothing.
Don't forget that she has grown up and been educated in society, and so her position now is not a rosy one.
Those eyes lit up the whole of her thin, sickly face and made it beautiful.
His fine eyes lit up with a thoughtful, kindly, and unaccustomed brightness, but he was looking not at his sister but over her head toward the darkness of the open doorway.
She was speaking as usual in French, and as if after long self-restraint she wished to make up for lost time.
Prince Andrew came up, stroked her hair, and asked if she felt rested after their journey.
The old man continued to fold and seal his letter, snatching up and throwing down the wax, the seal, and the paper, with his accustomed rapidity.
The old man got up and gave the letter to his son.
"I also wanted to ask you," continued Prince Andrew, "if I'm killed and if I have a son, do not let him be taken away from you--as I said yesterday... let him grow up with you....
He walked about in front of the line and at every step pulled himself up, slightly arching his back.
A member of the Hofkriegsrath from Vienna had come to Kutuzov the day before with proposals and demands for him to join up with the army of the Archduke Ferdinand and Mack, and Kutuzov, not considering this junction advisable, meant, among other arguments in support of his view, to show the Austrian general the wretched state in which the troops arrived from Russia.
The regimental commander, going up to the line himself, ordered the soldiers to change into their greatcoats.
On all sides soldiers were running to and fro, throwing up their knapsacks with a jerk of their shoulders and pulling the straps over their heads, unstrapping their overcoats and drawing the sleeves on with upraised arms.
The general looked the captain up and down as he came up panting, slackening his pace as he approached.
Whom have you got there dressed up as a Hungarian? said the commander with an austere gibe.
The shapely figure of the fair-haired soldier, with his clear blue eyes, stepped forward from the ranks, went up to the commander in chief, and presented arms.
"You won't bear me a grudge, Prokhor Ignatych?" said the regimental commander, overtaking the third company on its way to its quarters and riding up to Captain Timokhin who was walking in front.
I suppose they polish him up as they do the guns.
The Prussians are up in arms now.
Having jerked out these last words as soldiers do and waved his arms as if flinging something to the ground, the drummer--a lean, handsome soldier of forty--looked sternly at the singers and screwed up his eyes.
The hussar cornet of Kutuzov's suite who had mimicked the regimental commander, fell back from the carriage and rode up to Dolokhov.
He gathered up the papers and with a bow to both, stepped softly over the carpet and went out into the waiting room.
Coming out of Kutuzov's room into the waiting room with the papers in his hand Prince Andrew came up to his comrade, the aide-de-camp on duty, Kozlovski, who was sitting at the window with a book.
"The commander-in-chief is engaged," said Kozlovski, going hurriedly up to the unknown general and blocking his way to the door.
The general with the bandaged head bent forward as though running away from some danger, and, making long, quick strides with his thin legs, went up to Kutuzov.
He screwed up his eyes showing that he was listening.
"Ah, Bondarenko, dear friend!" said he to the hussar who rushed up headlong to the horse.
"Walk him up and down, my dear fellow," he continued, with that gay brotherly cordiality which goodhearted young people show to everyone when they are happy.
Mind, walk him up and down well!
What a horse he will be! he thought with a smile, and holding up his saber, his spurs jingling, he ran up the steps of the porch.
He came up to the porch gloomily, hanging his head.
"Ah, you're up already," said Denisov, entering the room.
Puckering up his face though smiling, and showing his short strong teeth, he began with stubby fingers of both hands to ruffle up his thick tangled black hair.
On seeing Rostov, Denisov screwed up his face and pointing over his shoulder with his thumb to the room where Telyanin was sitting, he frowned and gave a shudder of disgust.
"Have you told them to bring the horse?" asked Telyanin, getting up and looking carelessly about him.
Send him to the devil, I'm busy! he shouted to Lavrushka, who went up to him not in the least abashed.
"Wait, haven't you dropped it?" said Rostov, picking up the pillows one at a time and shaking them.
Rostov rode up to it and saw Telyanin's horse at the porch.
When Telyanin had finished his lunch he took out of his pocket a double purse and, drawing its rings aside with his small, white, turned-up fingers, drew out a gold imperial, and lifting his eyebrows gave it to the waiter.
Rostov rose and went up to Telyanin.
"Heaven only knows what the people here may imagine," muttered Telyanin, taking up his cap and moving toward a small empty room.
He did not shut me up, he said I was telling an untruth.
Nesvitski rose, puffing, and went up to the general, smiling.
The faces of officers and men brightened up at the sound.
Everyone got up and began watching the movements of our troops below, as plainly visible as if but a stone's throw away, and the movements of the approaching enemy farther off.
"And then, old fellow, he gives him one in the teeth with the butt end of his gun..." a soldier whose greatcoat was well tucked up said gaily, with a wide swing of his arm.
What's up with you?
"How's it you're not drunk today?" said Nesvitski when the other had ridden up to him.
"Don't kick up the dust, you infantry!" jested an hussar whose prancing horse had splashed mud over some foot soldiers.
Perched up there, you're more like a bird than a man.
Who is there?--there beyond that field, that tree, that roof lit up by the sun?
He rode up to Kirsten.
Denisov galloped up to him.
"Attack indeed!" said the colonel in a bored voice, puckering up his face as if driving off a troublesome fly.
The two Pavlograd squadrons, having crossed the bridge, retired up the hill one after the other.
It seemed to Rostov that Bogdanich was only pretending not to notice him, and that his whole aim now was to test the cadet's courage, so he drew himself up and looked around him merrily; then it seemed to him that Bogdanich rode so near in order to show him his courage.
Then he imagined how, after the attack, Bogdanich would come up to him as he lay wounded and would magnanimously extend the hand of reconciliation.
The high-shouldered figure of Zherkov, familiar to the Pavlograds as he had but recently left their regiment, rode up to the colonel.
Zherkov was followed by an officer of the suite who rode up to the colonel of hussars with the same order.
After him the stout Nesvitski came galloping up on a Cossack horse that could scarcely carry his weight.
"Colonel," interrupted the officer of the suite, "You must be quick or the enemy will bring up his guns to use grapeshot."
"At boss zides, Captain," he heard the voice of the colonel, who, having ridden ahead, had pulled up his horse near the bridge, with a triumphant, cheerful face.
Rostov ran up to him with the others.
And Denisov rode up to a group that had stopped near Rostov, composed of the colonel, Nesvitski, Zherkov, and the officer from the suite.
On the twenty-eighth of October Kutuzov with his army crossed to the left bank of the Danube and took up a position for the first time with the river between himself and the main body of the French.
Despite his rapid journey and sleepless night, Prince Andrew when he drove up to the palace felt even more vigorous and alert than he had done the day before.
You abandon Vienna, give up its defense--as much as to say: 'Heaven is with us, but heaven help you and your capital!'
"Buonaparte?" said Bilibin inquiringly, puckering up his forehead to indicate that he was about to say something witty.
The Minister of War came up and congratulated him on the Maria Theresa Order of the third grade, which the Emperor was conferring on him.
Why, the French have crossed the bridge that Auersperg was defending, and the bridge was not blown up: so Murat is now rushing along the road to Brunn and will be here in a day or two.
But why did they not blow up the bridge, if it was mined?
But what is best of all," he went on, his excitement subsiding under the delightful interest of his own story, "is that the sergeant in charge of the cannon which was to give the signal to fire the mines and blow up the bridge, this sergeant, seeing that the French troops were running onto the bridge, was about to fire, but Lannes stayed his hand.
The sergeant, who was evidently wiser than his general, goes up to Auersperg and says: 'Prince, you are being deceived, here are the French!'
In Brunn everybody attached to the court was packing up, and the heavy baggage was already being dispatched to Olmutz.
Wishing to find out where the commander-in-chief was, he rode up to a convoy.
Directly opposite to him came a strange one-horse vehicle, evidently rigged up by soldiers out of any available materials and looking like something between a cart, a cabriolet, and a caleche.
Prince Andrew rode up and was just putting his question to a soldier when his attention was diverted by the desperate shrieks of the woman in the vehicle.
Don't you see it's a woman? said Prince Andrew riding up to the officer.
Before the officer finished his sentence Prince Andrew, his face distorted with fury, rode up to him and raised his riding whip.
"This is a mob of scoundrels and not an army," he was thinking as he went up to the window of the first house, when a familiar voice called him by name.
They've made up splendid packs for me--fit to cross the Bohemian mountains with.
The clerk, with cuffs turned up, was hastily writing at a tub turned bottom upwards.
Having ridden beyond the village, continually meeting and overtaking soldiers and officers of various regiments, they saw on their left some entrenchments being thrown up, the freshly dug clay of which showed up red.
Several battalions of soldiers, in their shirt sleeves despite the cold wind, swarmed in these earthworks like a host of white ants; spadefuls of red clay were continually being thrown up from behind the bank by unseen hands.
Prince Andrew and the officer rode up, looked at the entrenchment, and went on again.
They rode up the opposite hill.
A stout major was pacing up and down the line, and regardless of the screams kept repeating:
It's all the Frenchy can do to keep up with him.
Having ridden round the whole line from right flank to left, Prince Andrew made his way up to the battery from which the staff officer had told him the whole field could be seen.
Before the guns an artillery sentry was pacing up and down; he stood at attention when the officer arrived, but at a sign resumed his measured, monotonous pacing.
"Why," thought Prince Andrew, "that's the captain who stood up in the sutler's hut without his boots."
Two mounted Frenchmen, probably adjutants, were galloping up the hill.
Before he had reached the embankments that were being thrown up, he saw, in the light of the dull autumn evening, mounted men coming toward him.
Prince Andrew stopped, waiting for him to come up; Prince Bagration reined in his horse and recognizing Prince Andrew nodded to him.
Prince Bagration screwed up his eyes, looked round, and, seeing the cause of the confusion, turned away with indifference, as if to say, "Is it worth while noticing trifles?"
Bagration rode up to the ranks along which shots crackled now here and now there, drowning the sound of voices and the shouts of command.
It can't be an attack, for they are not moving; it can't be a square--for they are not drawn up for that.
The commander of the regiment, a thin, feeble-looking old man with a pleasant smile--his eyelids drooping more than half over his old eyes, giving him a mild expression, rode up to Bagration and welcomed him as a host welcomes an honored guest.
A fat major skirted a bush, puffing and falling out of step; a soldier who had fallen behind, his face showing alarm at his defection, ran at a trot, panting to catch up with his company.
"He higher iss dan I in rank," said the German colonel of the hussars, flushing and addressing an adjutant who had ridden up, "so let him do what he vill, but I cannot sacrifice my hussars...
Cannon and musketry, mingling together, thundered on the right and in the center, while the capotes of Lannes' sharpshooters were already seen crossing the milldam and forming up within twice the range of a musket shot.
The general in command of the infantry went toward his horse with jerky steps, and having mounted drew himself up very straight and tall and rode to the Pavlograd commander.
The command to form up rang out and the sabers whizzed as they were drawn from their scabbards.
"Can something bad have happened to me?" he wondered as he got up: and at that moment he felt that something superfluous was hanging on his benumbed left arm.
Our reserve units were able to join up, and the fight was at an end.
The regimental commander and Major Ekonomov had stopped beside a bridge, letting the retreating companies pass by them, when a soldier came up and took hold of the commander's stirrup, almost leaning against him.
"I... don't..." he muttered, holding up two fingers to his cap.
The first thing he saw on riding up to the space where Tushin's guns were stationed was an unharnessed horse with a broken leg, that lay screaming piteously beside the harnessed horses.
When having limbered up the only two cannon that remained uninjured out of the four, they began moving down the hill (one shattered gun and one unicorn were left behind), Prince Andrew rode up to Tushin.
At the foot of the hill, a pale hussar cadet, supporting one hand with the other, came up to Tushin and asked for a seat.
It was all that they could do to get the guns up the rise aided by the infantry, and having reached the village of Gruntersdorf they halted.
With the soldier, an infantry officer with a bandaged cheek came up to the bonfire, and addressing Tushin asked him to have the guns moved a trifle to let a wagon go past.
Then a thin, pale soldier, his neck bandaged with a bloodstained leg band, came up and in angry tones asked the artillerymen for water.
Then a cheerful soldier ran up, begging a little fire for the infantry.
He is in the hut here, said a gunner, coming up to Tushin.
They broke up two squares, your excellency.
No one has ever complained yet of being too much loved; and besides, you are free, you could throw it up tomorrow.
His whole time was taken up with dinners and balls and was spent chiefly at Prince Vasili's house in the company of the stout princess, his wife, and his beautiful daughter Helene.
When he read that sentence, Pierre felt for the first time that some link which other people recognized had grown up between himself and Helene, and that thought both alarmed him, as if some obligation were being imposed on him which he could not fulfill, and pleased him as an entertaining supposition.
A little later when he went up to the large circle, Anna Pavlovna said to him: "I hear you are refitting your Petersburg house?"
He had arranged this for himself so as to visit his neglected estates at the same time and pick up his son Anatole where his regiment was stationed, and take him to visit Prince Nicholas Bolkonski in order to arrange a match for him with the daughter of that rich old man.
Every day he said to himself one and the same thing: It is time I understood her and made up my mind what she really is.
"Don't be unkind," cried Anna Pavlovna from her end of the table holding up a threatening finger.
Then I played cards with her and picked up her reticule and drove out with her.
Some, as if unwilling to distract her from an important occupation, came up to her for a moment and made haste to go away, refusing to let her see them off.
Now he felt that it was inevitable, but he could not make up his mind to take the final step.
The princess went up to the door, passed by it with a dignified and indifferent air, and glanced into the little drawing room.
With quick steps he went joyfully up to Pierre.
The prince bowed his head and went up to the porch.
Her cheeks had sunk, her lip was drawn up, and her eyes drawn down.
He was met in the avenue by coachmen and footmen, who, with loud shouts, dragged his sleighs up to one of the lodges over the road purposely laden with snow.
They'll be announcing that the gentlemen are in the drawing room and we shall have to go down, and you have not smartened yourself up at all!
It was not the dress, but the face and whole figure of Princess Mary that was not pretty, but neither Mademoiselle Bourienne nor the little princess felt this; they still thought that if a blue ribbon were placed in the hair, the hair combed up, and the blue scarf arranged lower on the best maroon dress, and so on, all would be well.
The little princess, taking the dress from the maid, came up to Princess Mary.
Then Anatole came up to her.
When she looked up at him she was struck by his beauty.
"Got herself up like a fool!" he thought, looking irritably at her.
He went straight up to Prince Vasili.
Prince Bolkonski sat down in his usual place in the corner of the sofa and, drawing up an armchair for Prince Vasili, pointed to it and began questioning him about political affairs and news.
Then rising, he suddenly went up to his daughter.
"Is it for visitors you've got yourself up like that, eh?" said he.
You have done up your hair in this new way for the visitors, and before the visitors I tell you that in future you are never to dare to change your way of dress without my consent.
Turning from Princess Mary he went up and kissed Mademoiselle Bourienne's hand.
She went up to her and kissed her warmly.
Anatole went up to kiss the little princess' hand.
Mademoiselle Bourienne walked up and down the conservatory for a long time that evening, vainly expecting someone, now smiling at someone, now working herself up to tears with the imaginary words of her pauvre mere rebuking her for her fall.
The first man that turns up--she forgets her father and everything else, runs upstairs and does up her hair and wags her tail and is unlike herself!
"What devil brought them here?" thought he, while Tikhon was putting the nightshirt over his dried-up old body and gray-haired chest.
No, dearest, sweet one, honey, I won't give up--I know you know something.
I quite understand, said Berg, getting up and speaking in a muffled and guttural voice.
"Why 'What the devil'?" said Boris, picking it up and reading the address.
With a pleasant smile Berg related how the Grand Duke had ridden up to him in a violent passion, shouting: "Arnauts!"
Rostov flushed up on noticing this, but he did not care, this was a mere stranger.
From early morning the smart clean troops were on the move, forming up on the field before the fortress.
The Emperors rode up to the flank, and the trumpets of the first cavalry regiment played the general march.
Till the Tsar reached it, each regiment in its silence and immobility seemed like a lifeless body, but as soon as he came up it became alive, its thunder joining the roar of the whole line along which he had already passed.
The Tsar's foot, in the narrow pointed boot then fashionable, touched the groin of the bobtailed bay mare he rode, his hand in a white glove gathered up the reins, and he moved off accompanied by an irregularly swaying sea of aides-de-camp.
Prince Andrew came up to him and took his hand.
He very readily took up Boris' cause and went with him to Dolgorukov.
And the talkative Dolgorukov, turning now to Boris, now to Prince Andrew, told how Bonaparte wishing to test Markov, our ambassador, purposely dropped a handkerchief in front of him and stood looking at Markov, probably expecting Markov to pick it up for him, and how Markov immediately dropped his own beside it and picked it up without touching Bonaparte's.
Next day, the army began its campaign, and up to the very battle of Austerlitz, Boris was unable to see either Prince Andrew or Dolgorukov again and remained for a while with the Ismaylov regiment.
The officers got up and stood round the Cossacks and their prisoner.
All began to run and bustle, and Rostov saw coming up the road behind him several riders with white plumes in their hats.
He felt that this nearness by itself made up to him for the day he had lost.
Before he came up with the hussars, several adjutants met him with news of the successful result of the action.
And Rostov got up and went wandering among the campfires, dreaming of what happiness it would be to die--not in saving the Emperor's life (he did not even dare to dream of that), but simply to die before his eyes.
"Oh, that is all the same," Dolgorukov said quickly, and getting up he spread a map on the table.
"Since Prince Bagration is not coming, we may begin," said Weyrother, hurriedly rising from his seat and going up to the table on which an enormous map of the environs of Brunn was spread out.
Weyrother, with the gesture of a man too busy to lose a moment, glanced at Kutuzov and, having convinced himself that he was asleep, took up a paper and in a loud, monotonous voice began to read out the dispositions for the impending battle, under a heading which he also read out:
But even if he also took up a position in the Thuerassa, he merely saves us a great deal of trouble and all our arrangements to the minutest detail remain the same.
Kutuzov here woke up, coughed heavily, and looked round at the generals.
He thought of her pregnancy and felt sorry for her and for himself, and in a nervously emotional and softened mood he went out of the hut in which he was billeted with Nesvitski and began to walk up and down before it.
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.
He readjusted himself in the saddle and touched up his horse to ride once more round his hussars.
To the left he saw a sloping descent lit up, and facing it a black knoll that seemed as steep as a wall.
On this knoll there was a white patch that Rostov could not at all make out: was it a glade in the wood lit up by the moon, or some unmelted snow, or some white houses?
Over there, where the shouting came from, a fire flared up and went out again, then another, and all along the French line on the hill fires flared up and the shouting grew louder and louder.
"Your honor, the generals!" said the sergeant, riding up to Rostov.
Rostov rode up to Bagration, reported to him, and then joined the adjutants listening to what the generals were saying.
Having come out onto the road he reined in his horse, hesitating whether to ride along it or cross it and ride over the black field up the hillside.
Only when approaching Bagration did Rostov let his horse gallop again, and with his hand at the salute rode up to the general.
The officers buttoned up their coats, buckled on their swords and pouches, and moved along the ranks shouting.
Or have we already come up against the French?
Yes, I'd send them on in front, but no fear, they're crowding up behind.
The fog lay unbroken like a sea down below, but higher up at the village of Schlappanitz where Napoleon stood with his marshals around him, it was quite light.
The whole French army, and even Napoleon himself with his staff, were not on the far side of the streams and hollows of Sokolnitz and Schlappanitz beyond which we intended to take up our position and begin the action, but were on this side, so close to our own forces that Napoleon with the naked eye could distinguish a mounted man from one on foot.
He looked now at the Pratzen Heights, now at the sun floating up out of the mist.
On the right the Guards were entering the misty region with a sound of hoofs and wheels and now and then a gleam of bayonets; to the left beyond the village similar masses of cavalry came up and disappeared in the sea of mist.
An Austrian officer in a white uniform with green plumes in his hat galloped up to Kutuzov and asked in the Emperor's name had the fourth column advanced into action.
Kutuzov, affecting the manners of an old soldier at the front, gave the command "Attention!" and rode up to the Emperors with a salute.
My turn has come, thought Prince Andrew, and striking his horse he rode up to Kutuzov.
Higher up stood some Russian infantry, neither moving forward to protect the battery nor backward with the fleeing crowd.
"Hurrah!" shouted Prince Andrew, and, scarcely able to hold up the heavy standard, he ran forward with full confidence that the whole battalion would follow him.
A sergeant of the battalion ran up and took the flag that was swaying from its weight in Prince Andrew's hands, but he was immediately killed.
Hardly had the Horse Guards passed Rostov before he heard them shout, "Hurrah!" and looking back saw that their foremost ranks were mixed up with some foreign cavalry with red epaulets, probably French.
"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.
Count! shouted Berg who ran up from the other side as eager as Boris.
Rostov kept asking as he came up to Russian and Austrian soldiers running in confused crowds across his path.
It's all up now! he was told in Russian, German, and Czech by the crowd of fugitives who understood what was happening as little as he did.
One with a white plume in his hat seemed familiar to Rostov; the other on a beautiful chestnut horse (which Rostov fancied he had seen before) rode up to the ditch, struck his horse with his spurs, and giving it the rein leaped lightly over.
He might... not only might but should, have gone up to the sovereign.
He tried to right himself but fell in up to his waist.
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.
Lift this young man up and carry him to the dressing station.
Having said this, Napoleon rode on to meet Marshal Lannes, who, hat in hand, rode up smiling to the Emperor to congratulate him on the victory.
Bonaparte, having come up at a gallop, stopped his horse.
Meeting a comrade at the last post station but one before Moscow, Denisov had drunk three bottles of wine with him and, despite the jolting ruts across the snow-covered road, did not once wake up on the way to Moscow, but lay at the bottom of the sleigh beside Rostov, who grew more and more impatient the nearer they got to Moscow.
"Do wake up, Vaska!" he went on, turning to Denisov, whose head was again nodding.
At last the sleigh bore to the right, drew up at an entrance, and Rostov saw overhead the old familiar cornice with a bit of plaster broken off, the porch, and the post by the side of the pavement.
Is everyone all right? he thought, stopping for a moment with a sinking heart, and then immediately starting to run along the hall and up the warped steps of the familiar staircase.
He looked up at the opening door and his expression of sleepy indifference suddenly changed to one of delighted amazement.
Natasha, after she had pulled him down toward her and covered his face with kisses, holding him tight by the skirt of his coat, sprang away and pranced up and down in one place like a goat and shrieked piercingly.
She pulled up her muslin sleeve and showed him a red scar on her long, slender, delicate arm, high above the elbow on that part that is covered even by a ball dress.
Then what are you up to now?
"Now?" repeated Natasha, and a happy smile lit up her face.
That's what I'm up to.
So that's what I'm up to!
He felt that he had grown up and matured very much.
To him the club entrusted the arrangement of the festival in honor of Bagration, for few men knew so well how to arrange a feast on an open-handed, hospitable scale, and still fewer men would be so well able and willing to make up out of their own resources what might be needed for the success of the fete.
Say that everything out of the hothouses must be brought here well wrapped up in felt.
That's so, your excellency, all they have to do is to eat a good dinner, but providing it and serving it all up, that's not their business!
Anna Mikhaylovna turned up her eyes, and profound sadness was depicted on her face.
Pierre took him up, invited him to his house in Petersburg, and now... she has come here and that daredevil after her!" said Anna Mikhaylovna, wishing to show her sympathy for Pierre, but by involuntary intonations and a half smile betraying her sympathy for the "daredevil," as she called Dolokhov.
The old count came up to them and pressed Dolokhov's hand.
Bagration appeared in the doorway of the anteroom without hat or sword, which, in accord with the club custom, he had given up to the hall porter.
"There will be many toasts, it's time to begin," he whispered, and taking up his glass, he rose.
The band immediately struck up "Conquest's joyful thunder waken..."
"One should make up to the husbands of pretty women," said Denisov.
He looked about distractedly and screwed up his eyes as if dazzled by the sun.
When all was ready, the sabers stuck in the snow to mark the barriers, and the pistols loaded, Nesvitski went up to Pierre.
And after stumbling a few staggering steps right up to the saber, he sank on the snow beside it.
Dolokhov lowered his head to the snow, greedily bit at it, again raised his head, adjusted himself, drew in his legs and sat up, seeking a firm center of gravity.
Such a storm of feelings, thoughts, and memories suddenly arose within him that he could not fall asleep, nor even remain in one place, but had to jump up and pace the room with rapid steps.
But at the moment when he imagined himself calmed by such reflections, she suddenly came into his mind as she was at the moments when he had most strongly expressed his insincere love for her, and he felt the blood rush to his heart and had again to get up and move about and break and tear whatever came to his hand.
In the night he called his valet and told him to pack up to go to Petersburg.
He woke up and looked round for a while with a startled expression, unable to realize where he was.
Pierre leaped up from the sofa and rushed staggering toward her.
She forgot all fear of her father, went up to him, took his hand, and drawing him down put her arm round his thin, scraggy neck.
Oh, you are very pale! said Princess Mary in alarm, running with her soft, ponderous steps up to her sister-in-law.
The old prince, stepping on his heels, paced up and down his study and sent Tikhon to ask Mary Bogdanovna what news.--"Say only that 'the prince told me to ask,' and come and tell me her answer."
After a while he re-entered it as if to snuff the candles, and, seeing the prince was lying on the sofa, looked at him, noticed his perturbed face, shook his head, and going up to him silently kissed him on the shoulder and left the room without snuffing the candles or saying why he had entered.
"Princess, my dear, there's someone driving up the avenue!" she said, holding the casement and not closing it.
He came up the stairs and embraced his sister.
Prince Andrew got up, went to the door, and tried to open it.
The doctor with his shirt sleeves tucked up, without a coat, pale and with a trembling jaw, came out of the room.
Three days later the little princess was buried, and Prince Andrew went up the steps to where the coffin stood, to give her the farewell kiss.
The old man too came up and kissed the waxen little hands that lay quietly crossed one on the other on her breast, and to him, too, her face seemed to say: "Ah, what have you done to me, and why?"
He looked up joyfully at the baby when the nurse brought it to him and nodded approval when she told him that the wax with the baby's hair had not sunk in the font but had floated.
Nicholas went up to her and kissed her hand.
So said the mothers as they watched their young people executing their newly learned steps, and so said the youths and maidens themselves as they danced till they were ready to drop, and so said the grown-up young men and women who came to these balls with an air of condescension and found them most enjoyable.
"Oh, how delightful it is!" she kept saying, running up to Sonya.
Nicholas and Denisov were walking up and down, looking with kindly patronage at the dancers.
"My dear count, you were one of my best pupils--you must dance," said little Iogel coming up to Nicholas.
The band struck up the newly introduced mazurka.
Knowing that Denisov had a reputation even in Poland for the masterly way in which he danced the mazurka, Nicholas ran up to Natasha:
He ran up to them.
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.
When at last, smartly whirling his partner round in front of her chair, he drew up with a click of his spurs and bowed to her, Natasha did not even make him a curtsy.
And strange to say Nicholas felt that he could not help taking up a card, putting a small stake on it, and beginning to play.
All Rostov's cards were beaten and he had eight hundred rubles scored up against him.
He let the eight hundred remain and laid down a seven of hearts with a torn corner, which he had picked up from the floor.
He laid down the seven of hearts, on which with a broken bit of chalk he had written "800 rubles" in clear upright figures; he emptied the glass of warm champagne that was handed him, smiled at Dolokhov's words, and with a sinking heart, waiting for a seven to turn up, gazed at Dolokhov's hands which held the pack.
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.
Instead of sixteen hundred rubles he had a long column of figures scored against him, which he had reckoned up to ten thousand, but that now, as he vaguely supposed, must have risen to fifteen thousand.
Twenty-one rubles, he said, pointing to the figure twenty-one by which the total exceeded the round sum of forty-three thousand; and taking up a pack he prepared to deal.
To say "tomorrow" and keep up a dignified tone was not difficult, but to go home alone, see his sisters, brother, mother, and father, confess and ask for money he had no right to after giving his word of honor, was terrible.
"Ah, and here's Nicholas!" cried Natasha, running up to him.
Nicholas began pacing up and down the room.
He got up without saying a word and went downstairs to his own room.
Nicholas, hearing him drive up, went to meet him.
He jumped up at the sound of her light step.
She came up to them.
Willarski, stepping toward him, said something to him in French in an undertone and then went up to a small wardrobe in which Pierre noticed garments such as he had never seen before.
This short man had on a white leather apron which covered his chest and part of his legs; he had on a kind of necklace above which rose a high white ruffle, outlining his rather long face which was lit up from below.
"But I have nothing here," replied Pierre, supposing that he was asked to give up all he possessed.
The Mason drew the shirt back from Pierre's left breast, and stooping down pulled up the left leg of his trousers to above the knee.
Pierre hurriedly began taking off his right boot also and was going to tuck up the other trouser leg to save this stranger the trouble, but the Mason told him that was not necessary and gave him a slipper for his left foot.
As he was being led up to some object he noticed a hesitation and uncertainty among his conductors.
Two of the brothers led Pierre up to the altar, placed his feet at right angles, and bade him lie down, saying that he must prostrate himself at the Gates of the Temple.
This silence was broken by one of the brethren, who led Pierre up to the rug and began reading to him from a manuscript book an explanation of all the figures on it: the sun, the moon, a hammer, a plumb line, a trowel, a rough stone and a squared stone, a pillar, three windows, and so on.
He finished and, getting up, embraced and kissed Pierre, who, with tears of joy in his eyes, looked round him, not knowing how to answer the congratulations and greetings from acquaintances that met him on all sides.
My dear fellow, what have you been up to in Moscow?
He blinked, went red, got up and sat down again, struggling with himself to do what was for him the most difficult thing in life--to say an unpleasant thing to a man's face, to say what the other, whoever he might be, did not expect.
And he jumped up and opened the door for him.
The duel between Pierre and Dolokhov was hushed up and, in spite of the Emperor's severity regarding duels at that time, neither the principals nor their seconds suffered for it.
To be in Anna Pavlovna's drawing room he considered an important step up in the service, and he at once understood his role, letting his hostess make use of whatever interest he had to offer.
After that Anna Pavlovna led up to the courage and firmness of the King of Prussia, in order to draw Boris into the conversation.
For some time he engrossed the general attention, and Anna Pavlovna felt that the novelty she had served up was received with pleasure by all her visitors.
The war was flaming up and nearing the Russian frontier.
Prince Andrew got up and went on tiptoe up to the little bed, wineglass in hand.
Prince Andrew went up to the child and felt him.
He took the glass with the drops and again went up to the cot.
I can't make out what the commander at Korchevo--a certain Khandrikov--is up to; till now the additional men and provisions have not arrived.
He folded it up without reading it and reread his father's letter, ending with the words: "Gallop off to Korchevo and carry out instructions!"
In short, hoping to settle matters by taking up a warlike attitude, it turns out that we have landed ourselves in war, and what is more, in war on our own frontiers, with and for the King of Prussia.
In short, we retreat after the battle but send a courier to Petersburg with news of a victory, and General Bennigsen, hoping to receive from Petersburg the post of commander in chief as a reward for his victory, does not give up the command of the army to General Buxhowden.
When he had read thus far, he crumpled the letter up and threw it away.
Prince Andrew longed to snatch up, to squeeze, to hold to his heart, this helpless little creature, but dared not do so.
The dark shadow was Princess Mary, who had come up to the cot with noiseless steps, lifted the curtain, and dropped it again behind her.
He felt that these consultations were detached from real affairs and did not link up with them or make them move.
Prince Andrew felt as if the sound of the waves kept up a refrain to Pierre's words, whispering:
It was getting dusk when Prince Andrew and Pierre drove up to the front entrance of the house at Bald Hills.
Two women ran out after them, and all four, looking round at the carriage, ran in dismay up the steps of the back porch.
So he was brought, quite blind, straight to her, and he goes up to her and falls down and says, 'Make me whole,' says he, 'and I'll give thee what the Tsar bestowed on me.'
She got up and, almost crying, began to arrange her wallet.
Old women's nonsense--old women's nonsense! he repeated, but still he patted Pierre affectionately on the shoulder, and then went up to the table where Prince Andrew, evidently not wishing to join in the conversation, was looking over the papers his father had brought from town.
The old prince went up to him and began to talk business.
Despite their pale swollen faces and tattered uniforms, the hussars formed line for roll call, kept things in order, groomed their horses, polished their arms, brought in straw from the thatched roofs in place of fodder, and sat down to dine round the caldrons from which they rose up hungry, joking about their nasty food and their hunger.
Rostov took the joke as an insult, flared up, and said such unpleasant things to the officer that it was all Denisov could do to prevent a duel.
The roof was so constructed that one could stand up in the middle of the trench and could even sit up on the beds if one drew close to the table.
One morning, between seven and eight, returning after a sleepless night, he sent for embers, changed his rain-soaked underclothes, said his prayers, drank tea, got warm, then tidied up the things on the table and in his own corner, and, his face glowing from exposure to the wind and with nothing on but his shirt, lay down on his back, putting his arms under his head.
The weather had cleared up, and near the next hut two officers and a cadet were playing svayka, laughing as they threw their missiles which buried themselves in the soft mud.
The wagons escorted by the hussars drew up to the picket ropes and a crowd of hussars surrounded them.
"Haven't I told you I won't give them up?" replied Denisov.
A weal dog astwide a fence! shouted Denisov after him (the most insulting expression a cavalryman can address to a mounted infantryman) and riding up to Rostov, he burst out laughing.
Wait, we must tie it up again.
Denisov was bandaged up again and put to bed.
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.
However, I'll look up our list.
"Only don't blame me!" the doctor shouted up after him.
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.
Just then a commissariat soldier, a hospital orderly, came in from the next room, marching stiffly, and drew up in front of Rostov.
"Yes, your honor," the soldier replied complacently, and rolling his eyes more than ever he drew himself up still straighter, but did not move.
In it was the petition to the Emperor drawn up by the auditor, in which Denisov, without alluding to the offenses of the commissariat officials, simply asked for pardon.
Zhilinski, a Pole brought up in Paris, was rich, and passionately fond of the French, and almost every day of the stay at Tilsit, French officers of the Guard and from French headquarters were dining and lunching with him and Boris.
He rose and went up to Boris.
"Well then, go, go, go..." said Rostov, and refusing supper and remaining alone in the little room, he walked up and down for a long time, hearing the lighthearted French conversation from the next room.
He will lift me up, will listen, and will even thank me.
A broad staircase led straight up from the entry, and to the right he saw a closed door.
As the Tsar rode up to one flank of the battalions, which presented arms, another group of horsemen galloped up to the opposite flank, and at the head of them Rostov recognized Napoleon.
Alexander and Napoleon, with the long train of their suites, approached the right flank of the Preobrazhensk battalion and came straight up to the crowd standing there.
This was said by the undersized Napoleon, looking up straight into Alexander's eyes.
The birches with their sticky green leaves were motionless, and lilac-colored flowers and the first blades of green grass were pushing up and lifting last year's leaves.
Prince Andrew, depressed and preoccupied with the business about which he had to speak to the Marshal, was driving up the avenue in the grounds of the Rostovs' house at Otradnoe.
He got up and went to the window to open it.
Do wake up, Sonya! she said almost with tears in her voice.
A whole series of sensible and logical considerations showing it to be essential for him to go to Petersburg, and even to re-enter the service, kept springing up in his mind.
After that journey to Ryazan he found the country dull; his former pursuits no longer interested him, and often when sitting alone in his study he got up, went to the mirror, and gazed a long time at his own face.
Some walked thoughtfully up and down, others whispered and laughed.
Is he to go up for examination?
Having talked for a little while in the general circle, Speranski rose and coming up to Prince Andrew took him along to the other end of the room.
Often after collecting alms, and reckoning up twenty to thirty rubles received for the most part in promises from a dozen members, of whom half were as well able to pay as himself, Pierre remembered the masonic vow in which each Brother promised to devote all his belongings to his neighbor, and doubts on which he tried not to dwell arose in his soul.
Joseph Alexeevich, having remained silent and thoughtful for a good while, told me his view of the matter, which at once lit up for me my whole past and the future path I should follow.
Illuminism is not a pure doctrine, just because it is attracted by social activity and puffed up by pride.
Bilibin saved up his epigrams to produce them in Countess Bezukhova's presence.
Got up at eight, read the Scriptures, then went to my duties.
I got up late.
Afterwards went and paced up and down the large hall.
I flared up and said much that was unpleasant and even rude to him.
I lifted it up, but the higher I lifted it the bigger and heavier it grew.
I stepped on it, but it bent and gave way and I began to clamber up a fence which I could scarcely reach with my hands.
After much effort I dragged myself up, so that my leg hung down on one side and my body on the other.
But he looked at me with vexation and jumped up, breaking off his remarks.
And on its pages I saw a beautiful representation of a maiden in transparent garments and with a transparent body, flying up to the clouds.
He had picked up the scrap of a grenade that had killed an aide-de-camp standing near the commander-in-chief and had taken it to his commander.
Four years before, meeting a German comrade in the stalls of a Moscow theater, Berg had pointed out Vera Rostova to him and had said in German, "das soll mein Weib werden," * and from that moment had made up his mind to marry her.
Well, you will be coming," he was going to say, "to dine," but changed his mind and said "to take tea with us," and quickly doubling up his tongue he blew a small round ring of tobacco smoke, perfectly embodying his dream of happiness.
And patting Berg on the shoulder he got up, wishing to end the conversation.
All this time Natasha sat silent, glancing up at him from under her brows.
Boris made up his mind to avoid meeting Natasha, but despite that resolution he called again a few days later and began calling often and spending whole days at the Rostovs'.
Natasha jumped on it, sank into the feather bed, rolled over to the wall, and began snuggling up the bedclothes as she settled down, raising her knees to her chin, kicking out and laughing almost inaudibly, now covering herself up head and all, and now peeping at her mother.
Natasha jumped up, snatched up her slippers, and ran barefoot to her own room.
"Sonya?" she thought, glancing at that curled-up, sleeping little kitten with her enormous plait of hair.
Almost every time a new carriage drove up a whisper ran through the crowd and caps were doffed.
She had got up at eight that morning and had been in a fever of excitement and activity all day.
When her hair was done, Natasha, in her short petticoat from under which her dancing shoes showed, and in her mother's dressing jacket, ran up to Sonya, scrutinized her, and then ran to her mother.
Turning her mother's head this way and that, she fastened on the cap and, hurriedly kissing her gray hair, ran back to the maids who were turning up the hem of her skirt.
Two maids were turning up the hem and hurriedly biting off the ends of thread.
A third with pins in her mouth was running about between the countess and Sonya, and a fourth held the whole of the gossamer garment up high on one uplifted hand.
"I'll arrange it," and she rushed forward so that the maids who were tacking up her skirt could not move fast enough and a piece of gauze was torn off.
"Never mind, I'll run it up, it won't show," said Dunyasha.
The countess took up a position in one of the front rows of that crowd.
More than half the ladies already had partners and were taking up, or preparing to take up, their positions for the polonaise.
Berg and his wife, who were not dancing, came up to them.
An aide-de-camp, the Master of Ceremonies, went up to Countess Bezukhova and asked her to dance.
Pierre came up to him and caught him by the arm.
Like all men who have grown up in society, Prince Andrew liked meeting someone there not of the conventional society stamp.
When the cotillion was over the old count in his blue coat came up to the dancers.
When the verses were finished Prince Andrew went up to Speranski and took his leave.
As soon as Natasha had finished she went up to him and asked how he liked her voice.
Having lit his candle he sat up in bed, then got up, then lay down again not at all troubled by his sleeplessness: his soul was as fresh and joyful as if he had stepped out of a stuffy room into God's own fresh air.
Berg, closely buttoned up in his new uniform, sat beside his wife explaining to her that one always could and should be acquainted with people above one, because only then does one get satisfaction from acquaintances.
(He rose and kissed Vera's hand, and on the way to her straightened out a turned-up corner of the carpet.)
After playing out a whole suit and to his partner's delight taking five tricks, Pierre, hearing greetings and the steps of someone who had entered the room while he was picking up his tricks, glanced again at Natasha.
She, having raised her head, was looking up at him, flushed and evidently trying to master her rapid breathing.
Prince Andrew went up to Pierre, and the latter noticed a new and youthful expression in his friend's face.
After six rubbers the general got up, saying that it was no use playing like that, and Pierre was released.
Pierre went up to his friend and, asking whether they were talking secrets, sat down beside them.
In the evening, when Prince Andrew had left, the countess went up to Natasha and whispered: "Well, what?"
Clearly it is fate that everything led up to this!
What did I tell you? said Pierre suddenly, rising and beginning to pace up and down the room.
Pierre was the only person to whom he made up his mind to speak openly; and to him he told all that was in his soul.
Things are nice as it is, she said to herself, and she began walking up and down the room, not stepping simply on the resounding parquet but treading with each step from the heel to the toe (she had on a new and favorite pair of shoes) and listening to the regular tap of the heel and creak of the toe as gladly as she had to the sounds of her own voice.
Seeing her mother she jumped up and flew to her.
Prince Andrew came up to her with downcast eyes.
After their engagement, quite different, intimate, and natural relations sprang up between them.
Sometimes the others would get up and go away and the couple, left alone, still remained silent.
Sometimes the old count would come up, kiss Prince Andrew, and ask his advice about Petya's education or Nicholas' service.
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.
The good he has done to everybody here, from his peasants up to the gentry, is incalculable.
When Theodosia had gone to sleep Princess Mary thought about this for a long time, and at last made up her mind that, strange as it might seem, she must go on a pilgrimage.
At the last post station before Otradnoe he gave the driver a three-ruble tip, and on arriving he ran breathlessly, like a boy, up the steps of his home.
Well then, this! and he tore up the note, and by so doing caused the old countess to weep tears of joy.
Milka, a black-spotted, broad-haunched bitch with prominent black eyes, got up on seeing her master, stretched her hind legs, lay down like a hare, and then suddenly jumped up and licked him right on his nose and mustache.
But just as Daniel was about to go Natasha came in with rapid steps, not having done up her hair or finished dressing and with her old nurse's big shawl wrapped round her.
The old count had always kept up an enormous hunting establishment.
Shall we join up our packs? asked Nicholas.
Natasha, muffled up in shawls which did not hide her eager face and shining eyes, galloped up to them.
They all took up their places.
His eyes were rather moist and glittered more than usual, and as he sat in his saddle, wrapped up in his fur coat, he looked like a child taken out for an outing.
A third person rode up circumspectly through the wood (it was plain that he had had a lesson) and stopped behind the count.
"Blast you!" he shouted, holding up his whip threateningly at the count.
He was galloping round by the bushes while the field was coming up on both sides, all trying to head the wolf, but it vanished into the wood before they could do so.
The borzois jumped up, jerking the rings of the leashes and pricking their ears.
Karay finished scratching his hindquarters and, cocking his ears, got up with quivering tail from which tufts of matted hair hung down.
But the wolf jumped up more quickly than anyone could have expected and, gnashing her teeth, flew at the yellowish borzoi, which, with a piercing yelp, fell with its head on the ground, bleeding from a gash in its side.
With his hand on his saddlebow, he was ready to dismount and stab the wolf, when she suddenly thrust her head up from among that mass of dogs, and then her forepaws were on the edge of the gully.
Daniel galloped up silently, holding a naked dagger in his left hand and thrashing the laboring sides of his chestnut horse with his whip as if it were a flail.
Old Count Rostov also rode up and touched the wolf.
Two huntsmen galloped up to the dogs; one in a red cap, the other, a stranger, in a green coat.
Nicholas dismounted, and with Natasha and Petya, who had ridden up, stopped near the hounds, waiting to see how the matter would end.
Having ridden up to Nicholas, Ilagin raised his beaver cap and said he much regretted what had occurred and would have the man punished who had allowed himself to seize a fox hunted by someone else's borzois.
Seeing the enemies exchanging friendly greetings, she rode up to them.
The huntsman stood halfway up the knoll holding up his whip and the gentlefolk rode up to him at a footpace; the hounds that were far off on the horizon turned away from the hare, and the whips, but not the gentlefolk, also moved away.
When he jumped up he did not run at once, but pricked his ears listening to the shouting and trampling that resounded from all sides at once.
A moment later everyone had drawn up round the crowd of dogs.
"Uncle" himself twisted up the hare, threw it neatly and smartly across his horse's back as if by that gesture he meant to rebuke everybody, and, with an air of not wishing to speak to anyone, mounted his bay and rode off.
When, much later, "Uncle" rode up to Nicholas and began talking to him, he felt flattered that, after what had happened, "Uncle" deigned to speak to him.
And if you put up at my house that will be better still.
"Uncle" lifted Natasha off her horse and taking her hand led her up the rickety wooden steps of the porch.
Mitka tuned up afresh, and recommenced thrumming the balalayka to the air of My Lady, with trills and variations.
She jumped up and hugged and kissed him.
She resolved to give up learning the harp and to play only the guitar.
"Uncle" wrapped Natasha up warmly and took leave of her with quite a new tenderness.
Though she blamed herself for it, she could not refrain from grumbling at and worrying Sonya, often pulling her up without reason, addressing her stiffly as "my dear," and using the formal "you" instead of the intimate "thou" in speaking to her.
Natasha came into the room, went up to Sonya, glanced at what she was doing, and then went up to her mother and stood without speaking.
Natasha sat down, listened to their talk with a serious and thoughtful air, and then got up again.
Petya ran up and offered her his back.
That's just how she started and just how she came up smiling timidly when all this happened before," thought Natasha, "and in just the same way I thought there was something lacking in her."
The same faces, the same talk, Papa holding his cup and blowing in the same way! thought Natasha, feeling with horror a sense of repulsion rising up in her for the whole household, because they were always the same.
In the middle of their talk in the sitting room, Dimmler came in and went up to the harp that stood there in a corner.
Dimmler began to play; Natasha went on tiptoe noiselessly to the table, took up a candle, carried it out, and returned, seating herself quietly in her former place.
"May I join you?" said Dimmler who had come up quietly, and he sat down by them.
None of them, not even the middle-aged Dimmler, wanted to break off their conversation and quit that corner in the sitting room, but Natasha got up and Nicholas sat down at the clavichord.
The mummers (some of the house serfs) dressed up as bears, Turks, innkeepers, and ladies--frightening and funny--bringing in with them the cold from outside and a feeling of gaiety, crowded, at first timidly, into the anteroom, then hiding behind one another they pushed into the ballroom where, shyly at first and then more and more merrily and heartily, they started singing, dancing, and playing Christmas games.
I'll dress up at once and go with them.
Louisa Ivanovna consented to go, and in half an hour four troyka sleighs with large and small bells, their runners squeaking and whistling over the frozen snow, drove up to the porch.
When they came out onto the beaten highroad--polished by sleigh runners and cut up by rough-shod hoofs, the marks of which were visible in the moonlight--the horses began to tug at the reins of their own accord and increased their pace.
"Gee up, my darlings!" shouted Nicholas, pulling the reins to one side and flourishing the whip.
"And who is this?" she asked her governess, peering into the face of her own daughter dressed up as a Kazan-Tartar.
After sitting a while, she suddenly hears someone coming... a sleigh drives up with harness bells; she hears him coming!
The light was so strong and the snow sparkled with so many stars that one did not wish to look up at the sky and the real stars were unnoticed.
"Natasha!" he whispered in French, "do you know I have made up my mind about Sonya?"
What was it? exclaimed Natasha, holding up the looking glass.
Sonya had not seen anything, she was just wanting to blink and to get up when she heard Natasha say, "Of course she will!"
On coming home, while his valets were still taking off his things, he picked up a book and began to read.
Metivier, shrugging his shoulders, went up to Mademoiselle Bourienne who at the sound of shouting had run in from an adjoining room.
"One would have thought quill drivers enough had sprung up," remarked the old prince.
"Well, good-by, your excellency, keep well!" said Rostopchin, getting up with characteristic briskness and holding out his hand to the prince.
When they came in to tea, having taken off their outdoor things and tidied themselves up after their journey, Marya Dmitrievna kissed them all in due order.
One thing has come on top of another: her rags to buy, and now a purchaser has turned up for the Moscow estate and for the house.
'Husbands' sisters bring up blisters,' but this one wouldn't hurt a fly.
They drove up to the gloomy old house on the Vozdvizhenka and entered the vestibule.
When the count was already leaving the room, Princess Mary went up hurriedly to Natasha, took her by the hand, and said with a deep sigh:
Having fallen into the line of carriages, the Rostovs' carriage drove up to the theater, its wheels squeaking over the snow.
Natasha and Sonya, holding up their dresses, jumped out quickly.
A sensation she had not experienced for a long time--that of hundreds of eyes looking at her bare arms and neck--suddenly affected her both agreeably and disagreeably and called up a whole crowd of memories, desires and emotions associated with that feeling.
In the front, in the very center, leaning back against the orchestra rail, stood Dolokhov in a Persian dress, his curly hair brushed up into a huge shock.
He passed up to the front rows, not noticing anyone.
Anatole went up to him and began speaking to him, looking at and indicating the Rostovs' box.
The cymbals and horns in the orchestra struck up more loudly, and this man with bare legs jumped very high and waved his feet about very rapidly.
"And do you know, Countess," he said, suddenly addressing her as an old, familiar acquaintance, "we are getting up a costume tournament; you ought to take part in it!
As they were leaving the theater Anatole came up to them, called their carriage, and helped them in.
Anatole consented and went to Moscow, where he put up at Pierre's house.
Natasha brightened up and felt almost in love with this woman, who was so beautiful and so kind.
Immediately after greeting the count he went up to Natasha and followed her.
Natasha without saying anything stepped up to her father and looked at him with surprised inquiring eyes.
"Natalie, just a word, only one!" he kept repeating, evidently not knowing what to say and he repeated it till Helene came up to them.
Everyone got up and began to move about and talk, dressmakers came again.
After dinner Natasha went to her room and again took up Princess Mary's letter.
Sonya picked it up and read it.
Sonya wiped away her tears and went up to Natasha, again scanning her face.
With the same expression of agitated surprise and guilt she went about the house, taking up now one occupation, now another, and at once abandoning them.
"No, really, give it up!" said Dolokhov.
Only a couple of times a year--when he knew from their valets that they had money in hand--he would turn up of a morning quite sober and with a deep bow would ask them to help him.
On entering the room now he crossed himself, turning toward the front corner of the room, and went up to Dolokhov, holding out a small, black hand.
Dolokhov, without answering, took the cloak, threw it over Matrena, and wrapped her up in it.
"That's the way," said Dolokhov, "and then so!" and he turned the collar up round her head, leaving only a little of the face uncovered.
After taking a turn along the Podnovinski Boulevard, Balaga began to rein in, and turning back drew up at the crossing of the old Konyusheny Street.
Anatole followed the maid into the courtyard, turned the corner, and ran up into the porch.
All that night she did not sleep or weep and did not speak to Sonya who got up and went to her several times.
She did not even get up to greet him.
"If only Prince Andrew would hurry up and come and marry her!" thought he on his way to the house.
That Prince Andrew's deeply loved affianced wife--the same Natasha Rostova who used to be so charming--should give up Bolkonski for that fool Anatole who was already secretly married (as Pierre knew), and should be so in love with him as to agree to run away with him, was something Pierre could not conceive and could not imagine.
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.
"Ah, Pierre," said the countess going up to her husband.
He stood up and coughed.
Looking at them Pierre realized what contempt and animosity they all felt for the Rostovs, and that it was impossible in their presence even to mention the name of her who could give up Prince Andrew for anyone else.
Are we to take him up to her?
He thought she would give him her hand as usual; but she, stepping up to him, stopped, breathing heavily, her arms hanging lifelessly just in the pose she used to stand in when she went to the middle of the ballroom to sing, but with quite a different expression of face.
She began to cry and a still greater sense of pity, tenderness, and love welled up in Pierre.
On the tenth of June, * coming up with the army, he spent the night in apartments prepared for him on the estate of a Polish count in the Vilkavisski forest.
Napoleon looked up and down the river, dismounted, and sat down on a log that lay on the bank.
What did he say? was heard in the ranks of the Polish uhlans when one of the aides-de-camp rode up to them.
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.
They had hardly ridden up a hill, past a tavern, before they saw a group of horsemen coming toward them.
He dismounted, took Balashev's arm, and moving a few steps away from his suite, which waited respectfully, began to pace up and down with him, trying to speak significantly.
"Know that if you stir up Prussia against me, I'll wipe it off the map of Europe!" he declared, his face pale and distorted by anger, and he struck one of his small hands energetically with the other.
And he walked silently several times up and down the room, his fat shoulders twitching.
Again Napoleon brought out his snuffbox, paced several times up and down the room in silence, and then, suddenly and unexpectedly, went up to Balashev and with a slight smile, as confidently, quickly, and simply as if he were doing something not merely important but pleasing to Balashev, he raised his hand to the forty-year-old Russian general's face and, taking him by the ear, pulled it gently, smiling with his lips only.
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.
And he began explaining why he could not put up with his daughter's unreasonable character.
"Ah, he has passed judgment... passed judgement!" said the old man in a low voice and, as it seemed to Prince Andrew, with some embarrassment, but then he suddenly jumped up and cried: "Be off, be off!
My boy is growing up and rejoices in life, in which like everybody else he will deceive or be deceived.
To clear up this last point for himself, Prince Andrew, utilizing his position and acquaintances, tried to fathom the character of the control of the army and of the men and parties engaged in it, and he deduced for himself the following of the state of affairs.
This adjutant was also there and sat dozing on the rolled-up bedding, evidently exhausted by work or by feasting.
Awkwardly holding up his sword, he addressed Chernyshev and asked in German where the Emperor was.
The unbrushed tufts of hair sticking up behind and the hastily brushed hair on his temples expressed this most eloquently.
And despite his self-confidence and grumpy German sarcasm he was pitiable, with his hair smoothly brushed on the temples and sticking up in tufts behind.
Is a man a genius who can order bread to be brought up at the right time and say who is to go to the right and who to the left?
A fire was made up in the dilapidated brick stove.
They drew lots to settle who should make up her set.
Half an hour later the squadron was lined up on the road.
Higher up the hill, on the very horizon, our guns were visible through the wonderfully clear air, brightly illuminated by slanting morning sunbeams.
Count Ostermann with his suite rode up behind the squadron, halted, spoke to the commander of the regiment, and rode up the hill to the guns.
As soon as the uhlans descended the hill, the hussars were ordered up the hill to support the battery.
Drawing himself up, he viewed the field of battle opening out before him from the hill, and with his whole soul followed the movement of the uhlans.
His eyes, screwed up with fear as if he every moment expected another blow, gazed up at Rostov with shrinking terror.
Some hussars who galloped up disengaged his foot and helped him into the saddle.
On all sides, the hussars were busy with the dragoons; one was wounded, but though his face was bleeding, he would not give up his horse; another was perched up behind an hussar with his arms round him; a third was being helped by an hussar to mount his horse.
She has freshened up very much.
He wrote the words L'Empereur Alexandre, La nation russe and added up their numbers, but the sums were either more or less than 666.
So he wrote Le russe Besuhof and adding up the numbers got 671.
He went up the stairs, puffing and muttering something.
Tears suddenly rose in her eyes, she turned away, lifted her music before her eyes, began singing again, and again began walking up and down the room.
Pierre walked up and down the drawing room, not listening to what Petya was saying.
I'll mention it, I'll bring it all up today.
If they call up the militia, you too will have to mount a horse, remarked the old count, addressing Pierre.
Before Shinshin had time to utter the joke he was ready to make on the count's patriotism, Natasha jumped up from her place and ran to her father.
At this moment, Petya, to whom nobody was paying any attention, came up to his father with a very flushed face and said in his breaking voice that was now deep and now shrill:
The countess, in dismay, looked up to heaven, clasped her hands, and turned angrily to her husband.
Pierre made up his mind not to go to the Rostovs' any more.
That morning Petya was a long time dressing and arranging his hair and collar to look like a grown-up man.
Petya wiped his perspiring face with his hands and pulled up the damp collar which he had arranged so well at home to seem like a man's.
But it was impossible to smarten oneself up or move to another place, because of the crowd.
What are you up to?
Pierre was there too, buttoned up since early morning in a nobleman's uniform that had become too tight for him.
Pierre went up to the circle that had formed round the speaker and listened.
The crowd drew up to the large table, at which sat gray-haired or bald seventy-year-old magnates, uniformed and besashed almost all of whom Pierre had seen in their own homes with their buffoons, or playing boston at the clubs.
Their chairs made a scraping noise as the gentlemen who had conferred rose with apparent relief, and began walking up and down, arm in arm, to stretch their legs and converse in couples.
Lubomirski, Bronnitski, Wlocki, and the others of that group stirred up so much trouble that Barclay, under pretext of sending papers to the Emperor, dispatched these Polish adjutants general to Petersburg and plunged into an open struggle with Bennigsen and the Tsarevich.
Bagration drove up in a carriage to the house occupied by Barclay.
One day he would order his camp bed to be set up in the glass gallery, another day he remained on the couch or on the lounge chair in the drawing room and dozed there without undressing, while--instead of Mademoiselle Bourienne--a serf boy read to him.
The prince had a list of things to be bought in Smolensk and, walking up and down the room past Alpatych who stood by the door, he gave his instructions.
He paced up and down for a while and glanced at his notes.
So he called Tikhon and went through the rooms with him to show him where to set up the bed for that night.
He was not meditating, but only deferring the moment of making the effort to lift those legs up and turn over on the bed.
On seeing Alpatych he went up to him.
He woke him up, told him to harness, and went into the passage.
Alpatych collected his parcels, handed them to the coachman who had come in, and settled up with the innkeeper.
The town was being bombarded by a hundred and thirty guns which Napoleon had ordered up after four o'clock.
"Routed up the earth like a pig," said another.
"That's grand, it bucks one up!" laughed the first.
"What are you staring at?" he shouted to the cook, who in her red skirt, with sleeves rolled up, swinging her bare elbows, had stepped to the corner to listen to what was being said.
"What marvels!" she exclaimed, but hearing her master's voice she turned back, pulling down her tucked-up skirt.
The flames now died down and were lost in the black smoke, now suddenly flared up again brightly, lighting up with strange distinctness the faces of the people crowding at the crossroads.
Alpatych went up to a large crowd standing before a high barn which was blazing briskly.
At that moment the flames flared up and showed his young master's pale worn face.
Before he had had time to finish giving these instructions, a chief of staff followed by a suite galloped up to him.
So tell them that I shall await a reply till the tenth, and if by the tenth I don't receive news that they have all got away I shall have to throw up everything and come myself to Bald Hills.
The flames flared up again, lighting the animated, delighted, exhausted faces of the spectators.
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.
As soon as he came across a former acquaintance or anyone from the staff, he bristled up immediately and grew spiteful, ironical, and contemptuous.
Prince Andrew rode up to the hothouse; some of the glass panes were broken, and of the trees in tubs some were overturned and others dried up.
Prince Andrew rode up to the house.
On seeing the young master, the elder one with frightened look clutched her younger companion by the hand and hid with her behind a birch tree, not stopping to pick up some green plums they had dropped.
Believing their danger past, they sprang from their ambush and, chirruping something in their shrill little voices and holding up their skirts, their bare little sunburned feet scampered merrily and quickly across the meadow grass.
One fair-haired young soldier of the third company, whom Prince Andrew knew and who had a strap round the calf of one leg, crossed himself, stepped back to get a good run, and plunged into the water; another, a dark noncommissioned officer who was always shaggy, stood up to his waist in the water joyfully wriggling his muscular figure and snorted with satisfaction as he poured the water over his head with hands blackened to the wrists.
The officer, Timokhin, with his red little nose, standing on the dam wiping himself with a towel, felt confused at seeing the prince, but made up his mind to address him nevertheless.
Several adjutants galloped off, and an hour later, Lavrushka, the serf Denisov had handed over to Rostov, rode up to Napoleon in an orderly's jacket and on a French cavalry saddle, with a merry, and tipsy face.
But when Napoleon asked him whether the Russians thought they would beat Bonaparte or not, Lavrushka screwed up his eyes and considered.
He ordered the militiamen to be called up from the villages and armed, and wrote a letter to the commander-in- chief informing him that he had resolved to remain at Bald Hills to the last extremity and to defend it, leaving to the commander-in-chief's discretion to take measures or not for the defense of Bald Hills, where one of Russia's oldest generals would be captured or killed, and he announced to his household that he would remain at Bald Hills.
Suddenly several men came running up the avenue with frightened faces.
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.
He was lifted up, carried to his study, and laid on the very couch he had so feared of late.
Several times, waking up, she heard his groans and muttering, the creak of his bed, and the steps of Tikhon and the doctor when they turned him over.
Princess Mary entered her father's room and went up to his bed.
He was lying on his back propped up high, and his small bony hands with their knotted purple veins were lying on the quilt; his left eye gazed straight before him, his right eye was awry, and his brows and lips motionless.
Princess Mary went up and kissed his hand.
Many of them were punished, some sent to Siberia, many died of cold and hunger on the road, many returned of their own accord, and the movement died down of itself just as it had sprung up, without apparent reason.
Dron got up and was about to say something, but Alpatych interrupted him.
After her father's funeral Princess Mary shut herself up in her room and did not admit anyone.
The sun had reached the other side of the house, and its slanting rays shone into the open window, lighting up the room and part of the morocco cushion at which Princess Mary was looking.
Unconsciously she sat up, smoothed her hair, got up, and went to the window, involuntarily inhaling the freshness of the clear but windy evening.
The princess looked up at her.
The princess heard her, not heeding her words but occasionally looking up at her and listening to the sound of her voice.
Princess Mary walked up and down the room and stopped in front of him.
Princess Mary lowered her eyes and, tripping over her skirt, came close up to them.
Why should we give up everything?
One of the men came out of the crowd and went up to Rostov.
"My mistress, daughter of General in Chief Prince Nicholas Bolkonski who died on the fifteenth of this month, finding herself in difficulties owing to the boorishness of these people"--he pointed to the peasants--"asks you to come up to the house....
Alpatych at a gliding trot, only just managing not to run, kept up with him with difficulty.
You'll dig up your pot of money and take it away with you....
As soon as Rostov, followed by Ilyin, Lavrushka, and Alpatych, came up to the crowd, Karp, thrusting his fingers into his belt and smiling a little, walked to the front.
Hey? shouted Rostov, coming up to the crowd with quick steps.
Lavrushka, however, ran up to Karp and seized him by the arms from behind.
"Shall I call up our men from beyond the hill?" he called out.
Don't catch up against it!
To remember her gave him pleasure, and when his comrades, hearing of his adventure at Bogucharovo, rallied him on having gone to look for hay and having picked up one of the wealthiest heiresses in Russia, he grew angry.
He pulled himself together, looked round, screwing up his eyes, glanced at Prince Andrew, and, evidently not recognizing him, moved with his waddling gait to the porch.
As often occurs with old men, it was only after some seconds that the impression produced by Prince Andrew's face linked itself up with Kutuzov's remembrance of his personality.
But at that moment Denisov, no more intimidated by his superiors than by the enemy, came with jingling spurs up the steps of the porch, despite the angry whispers of the adjutants who tried to stop him.
He screwed up his eyes, smiled, lifted her chin with his hand, and said:
In the corner room at the club, members gathered to read these broadsheets, and some liked the way Karpushka jeered at the French, saying: They will swell up with Russian cabbage, burst with our buckwheat porridge, and choke themselves with cabbage soup.
A kindly old man but not up to much.
To distract his thoughts he drove that day to the village of Vorontsovo to see the great balloon Leppich was constructing to destroy the foe, and a trial balloon that was to go up next day.
The stout man rose, frowned, shrugged his shoulders, and evidently trying to appear firm began to pull on his jacket without looking about him, but suddenly his lips trembled and he began to cry, in the way full-blooded grown-up men cry, though angry with himself for doing so.
On the twenty-fourth the weather cleared up after a spell of rain, and after dinner Pierre left Moscow.
The driver in his bast shoes ran panting up to it, placed a stone under one of its tireless hind wheels, and began arranging the breech-band on his little horse.
Go up the hillock and you'll see.
"I would go with you but on my honor I'm up to here"--and he pointed to his throat.
The commander-in-chief was putting up there, but just when Pierre arrived he was not in and hardly any of the staff were there--they had gone to the church service.
The sun shone somewhat to the left and behind him and brightly lit up the enormous panorama which, rising like an amphitheater, extended before him in the clear rarefied atmosphere.
Below the village the road crossed the river by a bridge and, winding down and up, rose higher and higher to the village of Valuevo visible about four miles away, where Napoleon was then stationed.
The officer, evidently glad of an opportunity for a talk, moved up to Pierre.
Our right flank is over there"--he pointed sharply to the right, far away in the broken ground--"That's where the Moskva River is, and we have thrown up three redoubts there, very strong ones.
A church procession was coming up the hill from Borodino.
When the service was over, Kutuzov stepped up to the icon, sank heavily to his knees, bowed to the ground, and for a long time tried vainly to rise, but could not do so on account of his weakness and weight.
Boris Drubetskoy, brushing his knees with his hand (he had probably soiled them when he, too, had knelt before the icon), came up to him smiling.
You see... but Boris did not finish, for at that moment Kaysarov, Kutuzov's adjutant, came up to Pierre.
After Kaysarov, others whom Pierre knew came up to him, and he had not time to reply to all the questions about Moscow that were showered upon him, or to listen to all that was told him.
Now he wants to bob up again.
Just then Boris, with his courtierlike adroitness, stepped up to Pierre's side near Kutuzov and in a most natural manner, without raising his voice, said to Pierre, as though continuing an interrupted conversation:
When Pierre had left Kutuzov, Dolokhov came up to him and took his hand.
They have yielded up all Europe to him, and have now come to teach us.
All he had seen that day, all the significant and stern expressions on the faces he had seen in passing, were lit up for him by a new light.
Such magnanimity and sensibility are like the magnanimity and sensibility of a lady who faints when she sees a calf being killed: she is so kindhearted that she can't look at blood, but enjoys eating the calf served up with sauce.
He paced up and down a few times in silence, but his eyes glittered feverishly and his lips quivered as he began speaking.
He came quickly up to Pierre and embraced and kissed him.
Prince Andrew jumped up as if someone had burned him, and again began pacing up and down in front of the shed.
"I must make up for that in Moscow," said Napoleon.
Having inspected the country opposite the Shevardino Redoubt, Napoleon pondered a little in silence and then indicated the spots where two batteries should be set up by the morrow to act against the Russian entrenchments, and the places where, in line with them, the field artillery should be placed.
The dispositions drawn up by Weyrother for the battle of Austerlitz were a model of perfection for that kind of composition, but still they were criticized--criticized for their very perfection, for their excessive minuteness.
The chessmen are set up, the game will begin tomorrow!
The weather was calm, and the rustle and tramp of the French troops already beginning to move to take up their positions were clearly audible.
Napoleon walked about in front of his tent, looked at the fires and listened to these sounds, and as he was passing a tall guardsman in a shaggy cap, who was standing sentinel before his tent and had drawn himself up like a black pillar at sight of the Emperor, Napoleon stopped in front of him.
Napoleon with his suite rode up to the Shevardino Redoubt where he dismounted.
Pierre rode up to them.
"One moment, one moment!" replied the adjutant, and riding up to a stout colonel who was standing in the meadow, he gave him some message and then addressed Pierre.
Pierre and the adjutant dismounted and walked up the hill on foot.
I'll go up onto the knoll if I may?
A shell tore up the earth two paces from Pierre and he looked around with a smile as he brushed from his clothes some earth it had thrown up.
"To the fifth gun, wheel it up!" came shouts from one side.
Pierre did not look out at the battlefield and was not concerned to know what was happening there; he was entirely absorbed in watching this fire which burned ever more brightly and which he felt was flaming up in the same way in his own soul.
The soldiers handed up the charges, turned, loaded, and did their business with strained smartness.
The stormcloud had come upon them, and in every face the fire which Pierre had watched kindle burned up brightly.
The young officer, his hand to his shako, ran up to his superior.
The sergeant ran up to the officer and in a frightened whisper informed him (as a butler at dinner informs his master that there is no more of some wine asked for) that there were no more charges.
Beside himself with terror Pierre jumped up and ran back to the battery, as to the only refuge from the horrors that surrounded him.
Pierre again went up onto the knoll where he had spent over an hour, and of that family circle which had received him as a member he did not find a single one.
He descended the knoll and began walking up and down before it.
Napoleon gave orders that the troops should form up on the farther side and wait.
Having dismounted he went up to the Emperor with rapid strides and in a loud voice began boldly demonstrating the necessity of sending reinforcements.
Napoleon shrugged his shoulders and continued to pace up and down without replying.
"You are very fiery, Belliard," said Napoleon, when he again came up to the general.
Napoleon rode up the high ground at Semenovsk, and through the smoke saw ranks of men in uniforms of a color unfamiliar to him.
One of the generals rode up to Napoleon and ventured to offer to lead the Old Guard into action.
Adjutant General Wolzogen, the man who when riding past Prince Andrew had said, "the war should be extended widely," and whom Bagration so detested, rode up while Kutuzov was at dinner.
Frowning and rising quickly, he went up to Wolzogen.
Prince Andrew, pale and gloomy like everyone in the regiment, paced up and down from the border of one patch to another, at the edge of the meadow beside an oatfield, with head bowed and arms behind his back.
Five paces from him, a cannon ball tore up the dry earth and disappeared.
Several officers ran up to him.
The militiamen with stretchers who were called up stood behind the officers.
The peasants went up and took him by his shoulders and legs, but he moaned piteously and, exchanging looks, they set him down again.
"Pick him up, lift him, it's all the same!" cried someone.
Eh, Prince! said the trembling voice of Timokhin, who had run up and was looking down on the stretcher.
Prince Andrew opened his eyes and looked up at the speaker from the stretcher into which his head had sunk deep and again his eyelids drooped.
When he had finished with the Tartar, whom they covered with an overcoat, the spectacled doctor came up to Prince Andrew, wiping his hands.
The doctors were busily engaged with the wounded man the shape of whose head seemed familiar to Prince Andrew: they were lifting him up and trying to quiet him.
The more the Russian army retreated the more fiercely a spirit of hatred of the enemy flared up, and while it retreated the army increased and consolidated.
Why did he not take up a position before reaching Fili?
For instance, on the twenty-eighth it is suggested to him to cross to the Kaluga road, but just then an adjutant gallops up from Miloradovich asking whether he is to engage the French or retire.
Those who entered went up one by one to the field marshal; he pressed the hands of some and nodded to others.
Konovnitsyn's firm, handsome, and kindly face was lit up by a tender, sly smile.
Is it better to give up Moscow without a battle, or by accepting battle to risk losing the army as well as Moscow?
Bennigsen suddenly reddened and paced angrily up and down the room.
It is done in all the brothels, and with these words Marya Dmitrievna, turning up her wide sleeves with her usual threatening gesture and glancing sternly round, moved across the room.
Bilibin wrinkled up the skin over his eyebrows and pondered, with a smile on his lips.
Pierre sat up and sighed.
As he sat bending greedily over it, helping himself to large spoonfuls and chewing one after another, his face was lit up by the fire and the soldiers looked at him in silence.
Pierre went out into the yard and, covering himself up head and all, lay down in his carriage.
Above Pierre's head some pigeons, disturbed by the movement he had made in sitting up, fluttered under the dark roof of the penthouse.
"Thank God, there is no more of that!" he thought, covering up his head again.
Wishing to speak and to attract their attention, he got up, but at that moment his legs grew cold and bare.
For a moment as he was rearranging his cloak Pierre opened his eyes and saw the same penthouse roofs, posts, and yard, but now they were all bluish, lit up, and glittering with frost or dew.
Again he covered himself up with his cloak, but now neither the lodge nor his benefactor was there.
Pierre got up and, having told them to harness and overtake him, went on foot through the town.
Pierre went up to a group of men, one of whom he knew.
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.
He replied: 'From no one; I made it up myself.'
They threatened and questioned him, but he stuck to that: 'I made it up myself.'
'How could you have written it yourself?' said he, and he took up the Hamburg Gazette that was lying on the table.
'No,' said he, 'I have not read any papers, I made it up myself.' 'If that's so, you're a traitor and I'll have you tried, and you'll be hanged!
Say from whom you had it.' 'I have seen no papers, I made it up myself.'
It was felt that everything would suddenly break up and change, but up to the first of September nothing had done so.
The yard was crowded with peasant carts, some loaded high and already corded up, others still empty.
For a while she had stood beside Sonya while the china was being packed and tried to help, but soon gave it up and went to her room to pack her own things.
Natasha got up and looked out of the window.
The former housekeeper, old Mavra Kuzminichna, had stepped out of the crowd by the gate, gone up to a cart with a hood constructed of bast mats, and was speaking to a pale young officer who lay inside.
"Which one do you want, Ma'am'selle?" said he, screwing up his eyes and smiling.
The cart in which the officer lay was turned into the Rostovs' yard, and dozens of carts with wounded men began at the invitation of the townsfolk to turn into the yards and to draw up at the entrances of the houses in Povarskaya Street.
"Oh, what sleep-?" said the countess, waking up just as she was dropping into a doze.
"I knew you'd give permission... so I'll tell them," and, having kissed her mother, Natasha got up and went to the door.
When Natasha set to work two cases were standing open in the ballroom, one almost full up with crockery, the other with carpets.
And the old servant got down from the box and went up to the cart.
Having waited there for Rostopchin who did not turn up, they became convinced that Moscow would be surrendered, and then dispersed all about the town to the public houses and cookshops.
On waking up that morning Count Ilya Rostov left his bedroom softly, so as not to wake the countess who had fallen asleep only toward morning, and came out to the porch in his lilac silk dressing gown.
Natasha stepped up to the window and pondered.
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.
He looked attentively at the carts in the yard and while going up to the porch took out a clean pocket handkerchief and tied a knot in it.
Berg hurriedly jumped up, kissed her hand, asked about her health, and, swaying his head from side to side to express sympathy, remained standing beside her.
He got up from his chair and went to the door.
"It's because Papa wanted to give up all the carts to the wounded," said Petya.
Her throat quivered with convulsive sobs and, afraid of weakening and letting the force of her anger run to waste, she turned and rushed headlong up the stairs.
The count, pipe in hand, was pacing up and down the room, when Natasha, her face distorted by anger, burst in like a tempest and approached her mother with rapid steps.
But the countess pushed her daughter away and went up to her husband.
Efim, the old coachman, who was the only one the countess trusted to drive her, sat perched up high on the box and did not so much as glance round at what was going on behind him.
The footman sprang onto the box of the moving coach which jolted as it passed out of the yard onto the uneven roadway; the other vehicles jolted in their turn, and the procession of carriages moved up the street.
When he woke up on the morning after his return to Moscow and his interview with Count Rostopchin, he could not for some time make out where he was and what was expected of him.
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.
But as soon as the man had left the room Pierre took up his hat which was lying on the table and went out of his study by the other door.
He went up to the gate.
As it was sealed up so it has remained, but Sophia Danilovna gave orders that if anyone should come from you they were to have the books.
And he spent the night on a bed made up for him there.
Gerasim, being a servant who in his time had seen many strange things, accepted Pierre's taking up his residence in the house without surprise, and seemed pleased to have someone to wait on.
While the troops, dividing into two parts when passing around the Kremlin, were thronging the Moskva and the Stone bridges, a great many soldiers, taking advantage of the stoppage and congestion, turned back from the bridges and slipped stealthily and silently past the church of Vasili the Beatified and under the Borovitski gate, back up the hill to the Red Square where some instinct told them they could easily take things not belonging to them.
They unlocked their shops and locked them up again, and themselves carried goods away with the help of their assistants.
A third officer galloped up to them.
Where?... he shouted to three infantrymen without muskets who, holding up the skirts of their overcoats, were slipping past him into the Bazaar passage.
The officer in the scarf dismounted, called up a drummer, and went with him into the arcade.
From one open shop came the sound of blows and vituperation, and just as the officer came up to it a man in a gray coat with a shaven head was flung out violently.
He was told by his fellow officers that the screams of the crowd and the shrieks of the woman were due to the fact that General Ermolov, coming up to the crowd and learning that soldiers were dispersing among the shops while crowds of civilians blocked the bridge, had ordered two guns to be unlimbered and made a show of firing at the bridge.
The sleeve of his coat kept slipping down and he always carefully rolled it up again with his left hand, as if it were most important that the sinewy white arm he was flourishing should be bare.
And, still rolling up his sleeve, he went out to the porch.
The lad with the turned-up sleeve gave the smith a blow in the face and cried wildly: "They're fighting us, lads!"
At that moment the first smith got up and, scratching his bruised face to make it bleed, shouted in a tearful voice: Police!
Robbery is not permitted to anybody now a days! shouted the publican, picking up his cap.
Come along then! the publican and the tall young fellow repeated one after the other, and they moved up the street together.
Will they give up Moscow like this?
When the crowd collected round him he seemed confused, but at the demand of the tall lad who had pushed his way up to him, he began in a rather tremulous voice to read the sheet from the beginning.
We too will take part..." the reader went on, and then paused ("Do you see," shouted the youth victoriously, "he's going to clear up the whole affair for you...."), "in destroying them, and will send these visitors to the devil.
Why were thousands of inhabitants deceived into believing that Moscow would not be given up--and thereby ruined?
This is what they have done with me! thought he, full of an irrepressible fury that welled up within him against the someone to whom what was happening might be attributed.
A few minutes later an officer came hurriedly out of the front door, gave an order, and the dragoons formed up in line.
At the count's first words he raised it slowly and looked up at him as if wishing to say something or at least to meet his eye.
Pull up, I tell you! he cried in a piercing voice, and again shouted something breathlessly with emphatic intonations and gestures.
Kutuzov, dejected and frowning, sat on a bench by the bridge toying with his whip in the sand when a caleche dashed up noisily.
A man in a general's uniform with plumes in his hat went up to Kutuzov and said something in French.
I shall not give up Moscow without a battle!
And strange to say, the Governor of Moscow, the proud Count Rostopchin, took up a Cossack whip and went to the bridge where he began with shouts to drive on the carts that blocked the way.
They all stared in timid bewilderment at the strange, long-haired commander dressed up in feathers and gold.
An interpreter rode up to the group.
The guns emerged at a trot from the column following Murat and advanced up the Arbat.
In cellars and storerooms similar men were busy among the provisions, and in the yards unlocking or breaking open coach house and stable doors, lighting fires in kitchens and kneading and baking bread with rolled-up sleeves, and cooking; or frightening, amusing, or caressing women and children.
Just when Pierre snatched at and struck up the pistol Makar Alexeevich at last got his fingers on the trigger, there was a deafening report, and all were enveloped in a cloud of smoke.
The officer went up to Makar Alexeevich and took him by the collar.
The soldiers went out again, and the orderly, who had meanwhile had time to visit the kitchen, came up to his officer.
He wrapped the bottle up to its neck in a table napkin and poured out wine for himself and for Pierre.
I saw them close up their ranks six times in succession and march as if on parade.
A strange feeling of weakness tied him to the spot; he wished to get up and go away, but could not do so.
He paced up and down the room twice.
Morel will warm us up another little bottle.
Ramballe, with genuine distress and sympathy in his face, went up to Pierre and bent over him.
To the right and high up in the sky was the sickle of the waning moon and opposite to it hung that bright comet which was connected in Pierre's heart with his love.
Old Daniel Terentich, the count's valet (as he was called), came up to the group and shouted at Mishka.
The countess went up to her daughter and touched her head with the back of her hand as she was wont to do when Natasha was ill, then touched her forehead with her lips as if to feel whether she was feverish, and finally kissed her.
Her long, thin, practiced fingers rapidly unplaited, replaited, and tied up her plait.
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.
The valet sat up and whispered something.
She went up to him and with a swift, flexible, youthful movement dropped on her knees.
Pierre turned back, giving a spring now and then to keep up with her.
Other French soldiers standing below went up to the drawer.
"Hurry up, you others!" he called out to his comrades.
He was looking at the Armenian family and at two French soldiers who had gone up to them.
The little barefooted Frenchman in the blue coat went up to the Armenians and, saying something, immediately seized the old man by his legs and the old man at once began pulling off his boots.
The soldier fell, got up, and ran away.
The uhlans came up at a trot to Pierre and the Frenchman and surrounded them.
"You are speaking of the poor countess?" said Anna Pavlovna, coming up just then.
And having thus demolished the young man, Anna Pavlovna turned to another group where Bilibin was talking about the Austrians: having wrinkled up his face he was evidently preparing to smooth it out again and utter one of his mots.
What for a long while specially surprised and delighted him were the women, young and healthy, without a dozen officers making up to each of them; women, too, who were pleased and flattered that a passing officer should joke with them.
The husband came up and sullenly asked his wife what she was talking about.
The governor's good-natured wife came up with a look of disapproval.
The governor's wife led him up to a tall and very stout old lady with a blue headdress, who had just finished her game of cards with the most important personages of the town.
When Rostov approached her she was standing settling up for the game.
She looked at him and, screwing up her eyes sternly, continued to upbraid the general who had won from her.
But when on Sunday after church the footman announced in the drawing room that Count Rostov had called, the princess showed no confusion, only a slight blush suffused her cheeks and her eyes lit up with a new and radiant light.
As had occurred before when she was present, Nicholas went up to her without waiting to be prompted by the governor's wife and not asking himself whether or not it was right and proper to address her here in church, and told her he had heard of her trouble and sympathized with his whole soul.
As soon as she heard his voice a vivid glow kindled in her face, lighting up both her sorrow and her joy.
"Oh, that would be so dread..." she began and, prevented by agitation from finishing, she bent her head with a movement as graceful as everything she did in his presence and, looking up at him gratefully, went out, following her aunt.
When he had finished that business it was already too late to go anywhere but still too early to go to bed, and for a long time he paced up and down the room, reflecting on his life, a thing he rarely did.
Unable to sit still he paced up and down the room holding the letter and reading it.
And for the first time Sonya felt that out of her pure, quiet love for Nicholas a passionate feeling was beginning to grow up which was stronger than principle, virtue, or religion.
Not noticing the monk, who had risen to greet her and was drawing back the wide sleeve on his right arm, she went up to Sonya and took her hand.
Sonya went up to the countess and, kneeling down, kissed her hand.
These first days, before the eighth of September when the prisoners were had up for a second examination, were the hardest of all for Pierre.
Glancing indolently and indifferently at all the prisoners, he ordered the officer in charge to have them decently dressed and tidied up before taking them to the marshal.
Pierre went close up to him, but Davout, evidently consulting a paper that lay before him, did not look up.
But before he had decided what to do, Davout raised his head, pushed his spectacles back on his forehead, screwed up his eyes, and looked intently at him.
Davout looked up and gazed intently at him.
Davout brightened up at the news the adjutant brought, and began buttoning up his uniform.
A French official wearing a scarf came up to the right of the row of prisoners and read out the sentence in Russian and in French.
They dragged him along, holding him up under the arms, and he screamed.
Pierre ran up to the post.
Pierre glanced into the pit and saw that the factory lad was lying with his knees close up to his head and one shoulder higher than the other.
When the pit had been filled up a command was given.
Without understanding what was said to him, Pierre got up and went with the soldiers.
Having unwound the string that tied the band on one leg, he carefully coiled it up and immediately set to work on the other leg, glancing up at Pierre.
While one hand hung up the first string the other was already unwinding the band on the second leg.
And the soldier, pushing away a little dog that was jumping up at him, returned to his place and sat down.
Now you've curled up and got warm, you daughter of a bitch! said Karataev, touching the dog that lay at his feet, and again turning over he fell asleep immediately.
Every night before lying down, he said: "Lord, lay me down as a stone and raise me up as a loaf!" and every morning on getting up, he said: "I lay down and curled up, I get up and shake myself."
Princess Mary ran up the steps.
On seeing his face and meeting his eyes Princess Mary's pace suddenly slackened, she felt her tears dry up and her sobs ceased.
He understood it completely, and, leaving the room without crying, went silently up to Natasha who had come out with him and looked shyly at her with his beautiful, thoughtful eyes, then his uplifted, rosy upper lip trembled and leaning his head against her he began to cry.
When, waking in a cold perspiration, he moved on the divan, Natasha went up and asked him what was the matter.
Natasha went up, looked at the dead eyes, and hastened to close them.
The dispositions drawn up by Toll were very good.
He dismounted and went up into the porch of a large country house which had remained intact between the Russian and French forces.
He sat in the caleche, dozing and waking up by turns, and listening for any sound of firing on the right as an indication that the action had begun.
Getting out of his caleche, he waited with drooping head and breathing heavily, pacing silently up and down.
One desperate, frightened yell from the first French soldier who saw the Cossacks, and all who were in the camp, undressed and only just waking up, ran off in all directions, abandoning cannons, muskets, and horses.
Adjutants and generals galloped about, shouted, grew angry, quarreled, said they had come quite wrong and were late, gave vent to a little abuse, and at last gave it all up and went forward, simply to get somewhere.
Excited and vexed by the failure and supposing that someone must be responsible for it, Toll galloped up to the commander of the corps and began upbraiding him severely, saying that he ought to be shot.
Ermolov screwed up his eyes and smiled faintly on hearing these words.
Soon after this, Ermolov moved up to Kutuzov and respectfully remarked:
Then he gave careful directions about the fortification of the Kremlin, and drew up a brilliant plan for a future campaign over the whole map of Russia.
The theaters set up in the Kremlin and in Posnyakov's house were closed again at once because the actors and actresses were robbed.
Its furry tail stood up firm and round as a plume, its bandy legs served it so well that it would often gracefully lift a hind leg and run very easily and quickly on three legs, as if disdaining to use all four.
A week before the French had had boot leather and linen issued to them, which they had given out to the prisoners to make up into boots and shirts for them.
Pierre, girt with a rope round his waist and wearing shoes Karataev had made for him from some leather a French soldier had torn off a tea chest and brought to have his boots mended with, went up to the sick man and squatted down beside him.
Just as Pierre reached the door, the corporal who had offered him a pipe the day before came up to it with two soldiers.
Pierre went up to him, though he knew his attempt would be vain.
See how that fellow has loaded himself up, he can hardly walk!
The baggage carts drew up close together and the men began to prepare for their night's rest.
A man got up and came to see what this queer big fellow was laughing at all by himself.
Pierre stopped laughing, got up, went farther away from the inquisitive man, and looked around him.
High up in the light sky hung the full moon.
Pierre glanced up at the sky and the twinkling stars in its faraway depths.
And they caught all that and put it into a shed boarded up with planks!
"There's nothing to be done, we'll have to wake him," said Shcherbinin, rising and going up to the man in the nightcap who lay covered by a greatcoat.
Kutuzov sat up with one leg hanging down from the bed and his big paunch resting against the other which was doubled under him.
Each of them desired nothing more than to give himself up as a prisoner to escape from all this horror and misery; but on the one hand the force of this common attraction to Smolensk, their goal, drew each of them in the same direction; on the other hand an army corps could not surrender to a company, and though the French availed themselves of every convenient opportunity to detach themselves and to surrender on the slightest decent pretext, such pretexts did not always occur.
Ermolov, Miloradovich, Platov, and others in proximity to the French near Vyazma could not resist their desire to cut off and break up two French corps, and by way of reporting their intention to Kutuzov they sent him a blank sheet of paper in an envelope.
The partisan warfare flamed up most fiercely in the latter days of October.
Two of the commanders of large parties--one a Pole and the other a German--sent invitations to Denisov almost simultaneously, requesting him to join up with their divisions to attack the convoy.
To the left of the road between Mikulino and Shamshevo there were large forests, extending in some places up to the road itself though in others a mile or more back from it.
In their rear, more than a mile from Mikulino where the forest came right up to the road, six Cossacks were posted to report if any fresh columns of French should show themselves.
The men sat huddled up trying not to stir, so as to warm the water that had trickled to their bodies and not admit the fresh cold water that was leaking in under their seats, their knees, and at the back of their necks.
In front, at a weary gallop and using his leather whip, rode an officer, disheveled and drenched, whose trousers had worked up to above his knees.
Denisov and Petya rode up to him.
"They'll cweep up to the garden; you'll wide up fwom there with the Cossacks"--he pointed to a spot in the forest beyond the village--"and I with my hussars fwom here.
While they were talking in undertones the crack of a shot sounded from the low ground by the pond, a puff of white smoke appeared, then another, and the sound of hundreds of seemingly merry French voices shouting together came up from the slope.
"He'll get away!" said the esaul, screwing up his eyes.
One turned up and I grabbed him, like this.
(He jumped up quickly and lightly.)
So I went for them with my ax, this way: 'What are you up to?' says I.
"Yes, we saw from the hill how you took to your heels through the puddles!" said the esaul, screwing up his glittering eyes.
Denisov at once cheered up and, calling Petya to him, said: "Well, tell me about yourself."
It was already growing dusk when Denisov, Petya, and the esaul rode up to the watchhouse.
In the twilight saddled horses could be seen, and Cossacks and hussars who had rigged up rough shelters in the glade and were kindling glowing fires in a hollow of the forest where the French could not see the smoke.
In the passage of the small watchhouse a Cossack with sleeves rolled up was chopping some mutton.
Petya took off his wet clothes, gave them to be dried, and at once began helping the officers to fix up the dinner table.
Petya had heard in the army many stories of Dolokhov's extraordinary bravery and of his cruelty to the French, so from the moment he entered the hut Petya did not take his eyes from him, but braced himself up more and more and held his head high, that he might not be unworthy even of such company.
He took off his wet felt cloak in a corner of the room, and without greeting anyone went up to Denisov and began questioning him about the matter in hand.
The esaul, screwing up his light-colored eyes, nodded approvingly.
But if they did catch me they'd string me up to an aspen tree, and with all your chivalry just the same.
"If grown-up, distinguished men think so, it must be necessary and right," thought he.
"Quand un officier fait sa ronde, les sentinelles ne demandent pas le mot d'ordre..." cried Dolokhov suddenly flaring up and riding straight at the sentinel.
And without waiting for an answer from the sentinel, who had stepped aside, Dolokhov rode up the incline at a walk.
The man, a soldier with a sack over his shoulder, stopped, came close up to Dolokhov's horse, touched it with his hand, and explained simply and in a friendly way that the commander and the officers were higher up the hill to the right in the courtyard of the farm, as he called the landowner's house.
Having ridden up the road, on both sides of which French talk could be heard around the campfires, Dolokhov turned into the courtyard of the landowner's house.
Something was boiling in a small cauldron at the edge of the fire and a soldier in a peaked cap and blue overcoat, lit up by the fire, was kneeling beside it stirring its contents with a ramrod.
There was a stir among the officers in the shadow beyond the fire, and one tall, long-necked officer, walking round the fire, came up to Dolokhov.
Dolokhov got up and called to the soldier who was holding their horses.
When they had descended to the bridge Petya and Dolokhov rode past the sentinel, who without saying a word paced morosely up and down it, then they descended into the hollow where the Cossacks awaited them.
Petya came out, peered into the darkness, and went up to the wagons.
In the dark Petya recognized his own horse, which he called "Karabakh" though it was of Ukranian breed, and went up to it.
Likhachev got up, rummaged in his pack, and soon Petya heard the warlike sound of steel on whetstone.
"What are you sharpening?" asked a man coming up to the wagon.
He looked up at the sky.
Petya shook himself, jumped up, took a ruble from his pocket and gave it to Likhachev; then he flourished the saber, tested it, and sheathed it.
His horse by habit made as if to nip his leg, but Petya leaped quickly into the saddle unconscious of his own weight and, turning to look at the hussars starting in the darkness behind him, rode up to Denisov.
When Petya galloped up the Frenchman had already fallen.
Wait for the infantry! he exclaimed as Petya rode up to him.
His horse, having galloped up to a campfire that was smoldering in the morning light, stopped suddenly, and Petya fell heavily on to the wet ground.
After speaking to the senior French officer, who came out of the house with a white handkerchief tied to his sword and announced that they surrendered, Dolokhov dismounted and went up to Petya, who lay motionless with outstretched arms.
"Done for!" repeated Dolokhov as if the utterance of these words afforded him pleasure, and he went quickly up to the prisoners, who were surrounded by Cossacks who had hurried up.
Denisov did not reply; he rode up to Petya, dismounted, and with trembling hands turned toward himself the bloodstained, mud-bespattered face which had already gone white.
After the second day's march Pierre, having examined his feet by the campfire, thought it would be impossible to walk on them; but when everybody got up he went along, limping, and, when he had warmed up, walked without feeling the pain, though at night his feet were more terrible to look at than before.
At their yesterday's halting place, feeling chilly by a dying campfire, Pierre had got up and gone to the next one, which was burning better.
There Platon Karataev was sitting covered up--head and all--with his greatcoat as if it were a vestment, telling the soldiers in his effective and pleasant though now feeble voice a story Pierre knew.
When Pierre reached the fire and heard Platon's voice enfeebled by illness, and saw his pathetic face brightly lit up by the blaze, he felt a painful prick at his heart.
"And so, brother" (it was at this point that Pierre came up), "ten years or more passed by.
So he comes up to the old man like this, and falls down at his feet!
And Pierre's soul was dimly but joyfully filled not by the story itself but by its mysterious significance: by the rapturous joy that lit up Karataev's face as he told it, and the mystic significance of that joy.
The general in charge of the stores galloped after the carriage with a red and frightened face, whipping up his skinny horse.
Pierre did not look round again but went limping up the hill.
Pierre went up to the fire, ate some roast horseflesh, lay down with his back to the fire, and immediately fell asleep.
His sleeves were rolled up and his sinewy, hairy, red hands with their short fingers deftly turned the ramrod.
And without linking up the events of the day or drawing a conclusion from them, Pierre closed his eyes, seeing a vision of the country in summertime mingled with memories of bathing and of the liquid, vibrating globe, and he sank into water so that it closed over his head.
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.
After she felt herself deserted by Princes Mary and alone in her grief, Natasha spent most of the time in her room by herself, sitting huddled up feet and all in the corner of the sofa, tearing and twisting something with her slender nervous fingers and gazing intently and fixedly at whatever her eyes chanced to fall on.
As soon as anyone entered she got up quickly, changed her position and expression, and picked up a book or some sewing, evidently waiting impatiently for the intruder to go.
His face was puckered up and wet with tears.
Suddenly she sat up with unaccustomed swiftness, glanced vacantly around her, and seeing Natasha began to press her daughter's head with all her strength.
The countess was sitting up in bed and speaking softly.
Natasha went up to her.
"I give you that column, lads," he said, riding up to the troops and pointing out the French to the cavalry.
When Count Rostopchin at the Yauza bridge galloped up to Kutuzov with personal reproaches for having caused the destruction of Moscow, and said: "How was it you promised not to abandon Moscow without a battle?"
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.
He screwed up his eyes with a dissatisfied look as he gazed attentively and fixedly at these prisoners, who presented a specially wretched appearance.
He puckered his face, screwed up his eyes, and pensively swayed his head.
While the soldiers were shouting Kutuzov leaned forward in his saddle and bowed his head, and his eye lit up with a mild and apparently ironic gleam.
Bear up; it won't be for long now!
The commander rode up to his hut.
Hand up the lever!
"What are you up to?" suddenly came the authoritative voice of a sergeant major who came upon the men who were hauling their burden.
The wattle wall the men had brought was set up in a semicircle by the Eighth Company as a shelter from the north, propped up by musket rests, and a campfire was built before it.
Fetch some more wood! shouted a red-haired and red-faced man, screwing up his eyes and blinking because of the smoke but not moving back from the fire.
They split up the wood, pressed it down on the fire, blew at it with their mouths, and fanned it with the skirts of their greatcoats, making the flames hiss and crackle.
'But,' he says, 'go up to ours and they are all rotten and maggoty.
So,' he says, 'we tie our faces up with kerchiefs and turn our heads away as we drag them off: we can hardly do it.
That peasant near Mozhaysk where the battle was said the men were all called up from ten villages around and they carted for twenty days and still didn't finish carting the dead away.
One of the men got up and went over to the Fifth Company.
A huge campfire was blazing brightly in the midst of the snow, lighting up the branches of trees heavy with hoarfrost.
They came up to the fire, hoarsely uttering something in a language our soldiers did not understand.
A Russian officer who had come up to the fire sent to ask his colonel whether he would not take a French officer into his hut to warm him, and when the messenger returned and said that the colonel wished the officer to be brought to him, Ramballe was told to go.
Morel, wrinkling up his face, laughed too.
Give him some porridge: it takes a long time to get filled up after starving.
"They are men too," said one of them as he wrapped himself up in his coat.
The stars, as if knowing that no one was looking at them, began to disport themselves in the dark sky: now flaring up, now vanishing, now trembling, they were busy whispering something gladsome and mysterious to one another.
There was running to and fro and whispering; another troyka flew furiously up, and then all eyes were turned on an approaching sleigh in which the figures of the Emperor and Volkonski could already be descried.
The Emperor with a rapid glance scanned Kutuzov from head to foot, frowned for an instant, but immediately mastering himself went up to the old man, extended his arms and embraced him.
After his liberation he reached Orel, and on the third day there, when preparing to go to Kiev, he fell ill and was laid up for three months.
How splendid! said he to himself when a cleanly laid table was moved up to him with savory beef tea, or when he lay down for the night on a soft clean bed, or when he remembered that the French had gone and that his wife was no more.
At the same time that he refused the colonel's demand he made up his mind that he must have recourse to artifice when leaving Orel, to induce the Italian officer to accept some money of which he was evidently in need.
Government clerks set up their baize- covered tables and their pigeonholes of documents in small rooms.
Pierre drove up to the house of the old prince in a most serious mood.
Pierre's confusion was not reflected by any confusion on Natasha's part, but only by the pleasure that just perceptibly lit up her whole face.
She got up quickly just as Nicholas entered, almost ran to the door which was hidden by curtains, struck her head against it, and rushed from the room with a moan either of pain or sorrow.
At that moment of emotional tenderness young Nicholas' face, which resembled his father's, affected Pierre so much that when he had kissed the boy he got up quickly, took out his handkerchief, and went to the window.
The footmen drew back the chairs and pushed them up again.
He paced up and down his room, now turning his thoughts on a difficult problem and frowning, now suddenly shrugging his shoulders and wincing, and now smiling happily.
It was already six in the morning and he still paced up and down the room.
That's the way he was brought up, and everybody does it.
He felt uneasy and embarrassed, but sat on because he simply could not get up and take his leave.
Before her words were out, Pierre had sprung up and with a frightened expression seized Princess Mary's hand.
Natasha gave herself up so fully and frankly to this new feeling that she did not try to hide the fact that she was no longer sad, but bright and cheerful.
He realized from the first that he would not get up again, despite the doctor's encouragement.
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.
He tried to avoid his old acquaintances with their commiseration and offensive offers of assistance; he avoided all distraction and recreation, and even at home did nothing but play cards with his mother, pace silently up and down the room, and smoke one pipe after another.
He flushed crimson, left her side, and paced up and down the room.
"Mary," he said softly, going up to her, "it will never happen again; I give you my word.
In autumn he gave himself up to hunting with the same business-like seriousness--leaving home for a month, or even two, with his hunt.
When her husband took his place she concluded, from the rapid manner in which after taking up his table napkin he pushed back the tumbler and wineglass standing before him, that he was out of humor, as was sometimes the case when he came in to dinner straight from the farm--especially before the soup.
She got up and, walking on tiptoe with difficulty, went to the small sitting room.
She gave it up just because it was so powerfully seductive.
She felt that the allurements instinct had formerly taught her to use would now be merely ridiculous in the eyes of her husband, to whom she had from the first moment given herself up entirely--that is, with her whole soul, leaving no corner of it hidden from him.
To make up for this, at home Pierre had the right to regulate his life and that of the whole family exactly as he chose.
He had only to express a wish and Natasha would jump up and run to fulfill it.
The blood rushed to Natasha's face and her feet involuntarily moved, but she could not jump up and run out.
Don't worry, go! she whispered, smiling, with the kind of familiarity that grows up between a nurse and her mistress.
The grown-up members of the family, not to mention his wife, were pleased to have back a friend whose presence made life run more smoothly and peacefully.
"Thank you, my dear, you have cheered me up," said she as she always did.
All the grown-up members of the family were assembled near the round tea table at which Sonya presided beside the samovar.
Well, and what harm is there in that? and she rose (everybody else got up too) and with a severe expression sailed back to her table in the sitting room.
"Ma tante, please let me stay," said he, going up to his aunt.
"Like my father?" asked the boy, flushing crimson and looking up at Pierre with bright, ecstatic eyes.
"Well, what does that lead up to?" said Nicholas.
His face darkened and he went up to the boy.
Nicholas, who had left his nephew, irritably pushed up an armchair, sat down in it, and listened to Pierre, coughing discontentedly and frowning more and more.
"I will tell you this," he said, rising and trying with nervously twitching fingers to prop up his pipe in a corner, but finally abandoning the attempt.
When they all got up to go in to supper, little Nicholas Bolkonski went up to Pierre, pale and with shining, radiant eyes.
He flushed and went up to Nicholas.
Then I took the matter in hand: I left him alone and began with nurse's help to get the other children up, telling him that I did not love him.
But I understand that you value what opens up a fresh line, said she, repeating words Pierre had once uttered.
When I am taken up by a thought, all else is mere amusement.
Dessalles slept propped up on four pillows and his Roman nose emitted sounds of rhythmic snoring.
Little Nicholas, who had just waked up in a cold perspiration, sat up in bed and gazed before him with wide-open eyes.
The army was made up of white slanting lines that filled the air like the cobwebs that float about in autumn and which Dessalles called les fils de la Vierge.
Not only does it occur at every step, but the universal historians' accounts are all made up of a chain of such contradictions.
Only the possible ones get linked up with a consecutive series of commands corresponding to a series of events, and are executed.
When it slowed for the drive, the dust caught up, hiding it in a swirling cloud.
Jonathan was playing cars with Destiny in the family room floor while Carmen straightened up the clutter left by so many people.
His gaze sought Carmen and the sides of his mouth turned up in a warm smile.
Carmen smiled up at him.
He glanced up and smiled.
Getting around in front, so that she could look inside, the girl saw a boy curled up on the seat, fast asleep.
You see, there is nothing up my sleeve and nothing concealed about my person.
"Oh, what cunning things!" cried Dorothy, catching up one and petting it.
"What are those holes up there?" enquired the boy, pointing to some openings that appeared near the top of the dome.
Noticing that the light was growing dim he picked up his nine piglets, patted each one lovingly on its fat little head, and placed them carefully in his inside pocket.
"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.
Then he halted, ducked down and began to back up, so that he nearly fell with the buggy onto the others.
With this speech he bent forward and dragged the buggy up the remaining steps.
He got down from his horse and very gently took the little ones up in his big warm hands.
"Do so, my child," said the Minister; "and I hope that when you grow up you will become a wise man and a great orator."
With his lighted lantern in his hand, he went up and down the rough hills calling for his lambs.
When whale oil got scarce and went up in price, the market made cheap kerosene for lighting.
In the end, our fundamental challenge is to become better individuals, and technology offers little help on that front; it is up to each one of us to solve that for ourselves.
I make them because I believe I can back them up with convincing proofs and arguments.
I lived, up to the time of the illness that deprived me of my sight and hearing, in a tiny house consisting of a large square room and a small one, in which the servant slept.
We were busy cutting out paper dolls; but we soon wearied of this amusement, and after cutting up our shoestrings and clipping all the leaves off the honeysuckle that were within reach, I turned my attention to Martha's corkscrews.
She sat in my mother's lap constantly, where I used to sit, and seemed to take up all her care and time.
Curled up in a corner of the seat I amused myself for hours making funny little holes in bits of cardboard.
According to Liebig, man's body is a stove, and food the fuel which keeps up the internal combustion in the lungs.
You could sit up as late as you pleased, and, whenever you got up, go abroad without any landlord or house-lord dogging you for rent.
At length, in the beginning of May, with the help of some of my acquaintances, rather to improve so good an occasion for neighborliness than from any necessity, I set up the frame of my house.
If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with, said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.
At last he came up to Morio.
At that moment Anna Pavlovna came up and, looking severely at Pierre, asked the Italian how he stood Russian climate.
Prince Andrew screwed up his eyes and turned away.
Mademoiselle Bourienne jumped up eagerly.
He bent over, picked up her clothes and tossed them to her.
He smiled up at her.
For a moment she surrendered to his warm lips and secure embrace, clinging to him as her heart stepped up pace.
He rose up on one elbow and frowned.
"Where's my milk?" asked the kitten, looking up into Dorothy's face.
Then he picked up another box.
Filmmakers such as James Cameron and George Lucas used to talk about putting off film projects to wait for the computer technology to catch up to their visions.
If I had an even faster computer than I have today, I could come up with really interesting questions to ask it.
Running downstairs to my mother I held up my hand and made the letters for doll.
I felt my way to the hearth and picked up the pieces.
Pierre, who from the moment Prince Andrew entered the room had watched him with glad, affectionate eyes, now came up and took his arm.
He wished to say something more, but at that moment Prince Vasili and his daughter got up to go and the two young men rose to let them pass.
Then the boy picked up the reins, shook them, and said "Gid-dap!"