His moods came and went like summer storms.
The chickens went to roost.
Maybe because he went into hiding from his family.
He pushed the bushes aside and went a little farther.
The brother, Fabrice, went to Columbia for a while - job related.
Her mouth went dry and her stomach lurched violently.
When Ozma went away she closed the door and left her pet on the table.
The smith went on with his work.
Michael Ivanovich rose and went to the study.
Of course, it went a lot deeper than that.
Seven o'clock came and went without Alex.
"Well thanks," he said, and went into a coughing fit.
Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it.
I started the dairy and everything I had went into getting it into the black.
I reminded him that he said he went to Columbia because he needed the money.
Her gaze went from Len's stoic face to Howard and then to Connie, who looked pale.
For this reason many people were glad when he ran away from home and went to sea.
"What!" exclaimed the Indian as he went out the gate, "do you mean to starve us?"
As he went along he looked with pleasure at the year's splendid crop of corn, scrutinized the strips of ryefield which here and there were already being reaped, made his calculations as to the sowing and the harvest, and asked himself whether he had not forgotten any of the prince's orders.
On seeing Alpatych he went up to him.
I went along with it.
She went upstairs and changed into Jeans and a fitted blouse.
No matter what she said, getting him back meant financial security - a roof over her head and everything that went along with it.
She threw the covers back and went down the hall to the stairway.
The day Jonathan went to camp, she began working on her plan.
As he absorbed her words, his expression went from tense to relieved, and then on to something sweet and sad.
A bottle here, said Anatole, taking a glass from the table he went up to Pierre.
Alpatych went to the shops, to government offices, to the post office, and to the Governor's.
Alpatych entered the innyard at a quicker pace than usual and went straight to the shed where his horses and trap were.
He woke him up, told him to harness, and went into the passage.
Alex didn't answer and it went to his voice mail, so she left a message.
With that in mind, she went downstairs to collect her valuables.
Destiny grew tired of trying to get her attention and finally went to her room to play.
He admitted that he actually went because he had connections - heritage.
Carmen was so exhausted that after Bill picked up Katie, she went to bed.
Destiny woke several times during the night, but went back to sleep when she saw Carmen was there.
Once she asked for daddy, but went back to sleep when Carmen told her he was asleep.
Together they went to the kitchen and began putting the food in serving bowls.
Alex was in the family room and Jonathan was still in his room, so she went searching for Alex to help her with the zipper.
They had already made arrangements for Katie and Bill to watch Jonathan and Destiny while they went to pick up the babies.
Carmen stroked his cheek again and Matthew went back for another try.
Some people changed together and others went in different directions.
Giddon went back into the building and Lisa made her way through the darkening woods to the spot in the drive where she had entered.
Then she happened to remember that in a corner of her suit-case were one or two crackers that were left over from her luncheon on the train, and she went to the buggy and brought them.
Pierre went up to the circle that had formed round the speaker and listened.
From the hall of the nobility the Emperor went to that of the merchants.
Old Rostov could not tell his wife of what had passed without tears, and at once consented to Petya's request and went himself to enter his name.
But as soon as he had left the room the old prince, looking uneasily round, threw down his napkin and went himself.
The prince again went to his bureau, glanced into it, fingered his papers, closed the bureau again, and sat down at the table to write to the governor.
So he called Tikhon and went through the rooms with him to show him where to set up the bed for that night.
Having received all his orders Alpatych, wearing a white beaver hat--a present from the prince--and carrying a stick as the prince did, went out accompanied by his family.
He asked for a samovar and for hay for his horses, and when he had had his tea he went to bed.
Next morning Alpatych donned a jacket he wore only in town and went out on business.
Alpatych swayed his head and went upstairs.
At these words Alpatych nodded as if in approval, and not wishing to hear more went to the door of the room opposite the innkeeper's, where he had left his purchases.
The coop was a comfortable 48°F - warm enough to keep the eggs from freezing, but cold enough that the chickens didn't get shocked by the temperature change when they went out of the coop.
After lunch, all four of them went outside to play ball.
When I realized she intended to get you drunk it went all through me.
When you went to Columbia, you said we needed the money.
"I didn't know about him until you and I went to Texas," he added when she stared at him stupidly.
Sarah's expression went from surprise to joy in the blink of an eye.
I saw some flowers in the woods and went to look at them.
So the Wizard went in to him.
So they went down to greet the beautiful vegetable lady, who said to them:
Dorothy nearly went with them, but she was holding fast to the iron rail of the seat, and that saved her.
So they politely bade him good day, and went back to the outer cavern to resume their journey.
Crack! crash! bang! went his iron-shod hoofs against the wooden bodies of the Gargoyles, and they were battered right and left with such force that they scattered like straws in the wind.
"Well, this was a figure of a cat," said Jim, "and she WENT down, anyhow, whether she climbed or crept."
However, the Wizard went once more to his satchel--which seemed to contain a surprising variety of odds and ends--and brought out a spool of strong wire, by means of which they managed to fasten four of the wings to Jim's harness, two near his head and two near his tail.
Will you kindly tell us which way your mother went to get on top the earth?
"Then we're all right," said the girl, "for if the dragon went the other way she can't poss'bly get to us now."
The mother dragon probably knows the road to the earth's surface, and if she went the other way then we have come the wrong way, said the Wizard, thoughtfully.
She's a friend of mine, for I met her in the Land of Ev, not long ago, and went to Oz with her.
Yes. The first time I went to Oz I found you there, ruling the Emerald City.
After you went up in a balloon, and escaped us, I got back to Kansas by means of a pair of magical silver shoes.
I wonder if they would treat me nicely if I went there again.
She had scarcely spoken the words then she suddenly disappeared from the cave, and with her went the kitten.
"There are no stables here," said the Wizard, "unless some have been built since I went away."
But Ozma soon conquered her, with the help of Glinda the Good, and after that I went to live with Nick Chopper, the Tin Woodman.
In the afternoon they all went to a great field outside the city gates where the games were to be held.
So the two went to the dressing-room of the Princess and searched carefully in every corner and among the vases and baskets and ornaments that stood about the pretty boudoir.
Henry took his slate and went out.
With his lighted lantern in his hand, he went up and down the rough hills calling for his lambs.
Some time later, the shepherd went to the city and told the king that the children had learned to speak one word, but how or from whom, he did not know.
Away they went through the village street and out upon the country road.
Instead of sitting at his ease in a parlor car, he went jolting along through mud and mire, exposed to wind and weather.
So he went to the other hotel, where he found the vice president sitting with some friends in the parlor.
The Dean took the rabbit and went out of the house.
The roads were muddy, and they went slowly.
And so the fun went on until the clock showed that it lacked only ten minutes till school would be dismissed.
He wished to escape the punishment, and so he called out, "Lucy Martin!" and went proudly to his seat.
When Cyrus was twelve years old he went with his mother to Media to visit his grandfather.
After the guests had drunk quite a little of it, they began to talk foolishly and sing loudly; and some of them went to sleep.
Al Farra bowed low, but said nothing; and the caliph went on.
They went but slowly, for the sun was hot and the way was rough.
The shah, or ruler of these people, went out to meet Alexander and welcome him to their country.
They went out bareheaded and very humble.
The next day, all the priests and learned men went out to beg for mercy.
So, leading his little children by the hand, they went out to meet Coriolanus.
So, when he was eighteen years old, he ran away from his pleasant home and went to sea.
The king went back to the room on tiptoe.
Then he went out again, very quietly, and slipped them all into the boy's pocket.
In Richmond, Virginia, one Saturday morning, an old man went into the market to buy something.
He bowed and went on.
That night when Christopher went home he had a wonderful story to tell.
As soon as he entered the hall the caliph went to meet him.
At last, just as the blacksmith was in the midst of a stirring song, he rose quietly and went out into the darkness.
He went across the narrow yard to the sheds where the cattle were kept in stormy weather.
One night he left the beautiful palace which his father had given to him and went out into the world to do good and to help his fellow men.
As the little king went out, he turned at the door and called to Charlot.
Towards evening he told his men to ride home by the main road while he went by another way that was somewhat longer.
The messengers went on until they came at last to the island of Rhodes.
When you last went to the dentist.
How many people similar to you went to that college and are now on antidepressants?
It will look at where they went to college and what the outcome was.
With a grant from the National Foundation for Infant Paralysis, he went to work on a polio vaccine.
Let that sink in: By dividing work up among people so they could specialize, we went from bows and arrows to Apollo moon missions.
The Roman story went on.
During the Great Depression in the United States, many unemployed Americans simply left the city and went back to farm life, sometimes living with relatives.
But the problem, of course, was that food prices went up, the people went hungry, and riots ensued.
Workers made $30 a month, $25 of which went to their parents.
Every morning before I went to school I had chores to do, which began with mixing up the formula and feeding the calves.
According to the Center for Systemic Peace's tally, the world went from just twenty democracies in 1946 to ninety-two in 2009.
Roosevelt went on to outline what he believed would be in this Second Bill of Rights: food, medicine, shelter, and so on.
The point is that he went to jail for it.
And life went on for a decade.
In the modern age, money is once again represented by bits, but a different kind altogether: Money went from gold to paper and is now digital.
In World War II, the United States went to war with Germany, Italy, and Japan, a trio of undemocratic countries.
A few airline flights went non-smoking.
He went to the door but didn't see anyone so went outside to look for them.
There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass.
I guessed vaguely from my mother's signs and from the hurrying to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited on the steps.
She went quickly over uninteresting details, and never nagged me with questions to see if I remembered the day-before-yesterday's lesson.
Then he went to live in the leafy pool at the end of the garden, where he made the summer nights musical with his quaint love-song.
One morning I left the cage on the window-seat while I went to fetch water for his bath.
The next day we went to Plymouth by water.
But next morning I went to the trough, and lo, he had disappeared!
At last the men mounted, and, as they say in the old songs, away went the steeds with bridles ringing and whips cracking and hounds racing ahead, and away went the champion hunters "with hark and whoop and wild halloo!"
We also went nutting, and I helped them open the chestnut burrs and break the shells of hickory-nuts and walnuts--the big, sweet walnuts!
Once I went on a visit to a New England village with its frozen lakes and vast snow fields.
I put on my cloak and hood and went out.
We went to Niagara in March, 1893.
I also went on board a Viking ship which lay a short distance from the little craft.
Dr. Bell went everywhere with us and in his own delightful way described to me the objects of greatest interest.
I was just beginning to read Caesar's "Gallic War" when I went to my home in Alabama.
I went there in October, 1894, accompanied by Miss Sullivan.
Each day Miss Sullivan went to the classes with me and spelled into my hand with infinite patience all that the teachers said.
In this way my preparation for college went on without interruption.
Both Mr. Keith and I were distressed and full of forebodings for the morrow; but we went over to the college a little before the examination began, and had Mr. Vining explain more fully the American symbols.
Then my teacher went to visit some friends in Boston, leaving me for a short time.
After spending a few days in Evangeline's country, about which Longfellow's beautiful poem has woven a spell of enchantment, Miss Sullivan and I went to Halifax, where we remained the greater part of the summer.
We went in a sail-boat along with many others to watch the races.
We went out to see the hero that had withstood so many tempests, and it wrung my heart to see him prostrate who had mightily striven and was now mightily fallen.
I remember well the first time I went to the theatre.
In spite of the lapse of years, they seem so close to me that I should not think it strange if at any moment they should clasp my hand and speak words of endearment as they used to before they went away.
I went to Knoxville with father and aunt.
While at Memphis she went over one of the large Mississippi steamers.
I went to Memphis to see grandmother and Aunt Nannie.
Nancy was not a good child when I went to Memphis.
Nancy was a bad child when I went to Memphis she cried loud, I whipped her with a stick.
Teacher and I went to Memphis to see aunt Nannie and grandmother.
I went to see Robert and Mr. Graves and Mrs. Graves and little Natalie, and Mr. Farris and Mr. Mayo and Mary and everyone.
Teacher and I went to walk in the yard, and I learned about how flowers and trees grow.
Friday teacher and I went to a picnic with little children.
On May 26th they arrived in Boston and went to the Perkins Institution; here Helen met the little blind girls with whom she had corresponded the year before.
Early in July she went to Brewster, Massachusetts, and spent the rest of the summer.
I went in bathing almost every day and Carrie and Frank and little Helen and I had fun.
West Newton is not far from Boston and we went there in the steam cars very quickly.
When we went home we saw eight rabbits and two fat puppies, and a nice little white pony, and two wee kittens and a pretty curly dog named Don.
I rode on Carrie's tricicle and picked flowers and ate fruit and hopped and skipped and danced and went to ride.
Mother and teacher and Mrs. Hopkins and Mr. Anagnos and Mr. Rodocanachi and many other friends went to Plymouth to see many old things.
When they went to Holland they did not know anyone; and they could not know what the people were talking about because they did not know Dutch.
Every day the people went upon deck to look out for land.
Father and some other gentlemen went hunting yesterday.
Sunday I went to church.
Sunday I went to church on board a great warship.
Mr. and Miss Endicott came to see me, and I went to ride in the carriage.
Last evening I went out in the yard and spoke to the moon.
When the Perkins Institution closed for the summer, Helen and Miss Sullivan went to Tuscumbia.
Mildred has grown much taller and stronger than she was when I went to Boston, and she is the sweetest and dearest little child in the world.
We went to bed and slept until morning.
After we had had some breakfast we went up to see Mr. Anagnos.
When the Perkins Institution closed in June, Helen and her teacher went south to Tuscumbia, where they remained until December.
At the end of June Miss Sullivan and Helen went home to Tuscumbia.
In March Helen and Miss Sullivan went North, and spent the next few months traveling and visiting friends.
But after a minute I answered that beauty was a form of goodness--and he went away.
When the reception was over we went back to the hotel and teacher slept quite unconscious of the surprise which was in store for her.
We went down a hundred and twenty feet in an elevator that we might see the violent eddies and whirlpools in the deep gorge below the Falls.
Dr. Bell went with us himself to the electrical building, and showed us some of the historical telephones.
I went to the Japanese department with Prof. Morse who is a well-known lecturer.
Once, while we were out on the water, the sun went down over the rim of the earth, and threw a soft, rosy light over the White City, making it look more than ever like Dreamland....
I went into the streets of Cairo, and rode on the camel.
The glorious bay lay calm and beautiful in the October sunshine, and the ships came and went like idle dreams; those seaward going slowly disappeared like clouds that change from gold to gray; those homeward coming sped more quickly like birds that seek their mother's nest....
Dr. Humason, Teacher, and I left the others at the Dog Show and went to a reception given by the "Metropolitan Club."...
When the Wright-Humason School closed for the summer, Miss Sullivan and Helen went South.
We went to a poultry-show... and the man there kindly permitted us to feel of the birds.
Their house stands near a charming lake where we went boating and canoeing, which was great fun.
We also went in bathing several times.
There were about twenty-five thousand people at the game, and, when we went out, the noise was so terrific, we nearly jumped out of our skins, thinking it was the din of war, and not of a football game that we heard.
We went to St. Bartholomew's Sunday, and I have not felt so much at home in a church since dear Bishop Brooks died.
We clapped our hands and shouted;--went away beaming with pleasure, and Teacher and I felt more light of heart than we had for sometime.
She said that Maud was born deaf and lost her sight when she was only three months old, and that when she went to the Institution a few weeks ago, she was quite helpless.
It began to pull and tug, and lo, the wires broke, and off went the great red dragon, and poor Dr. Bell stood looking forlornly after it.
In a letter dated April 10, 1887, only five weeks after she went to Helen Keller, she wrote to a friend:
In a year after she first went to Helen Keller, Miss Sullivan found herself and her pupil the centre of a stupendous fiction.
Instantly the tempest subsided, and we went upstairs together.
Here I opened the bag, and she went through it eagerly, probably expecting to find something to eat.
I went downstairs and got some cake (she is very fond of sweets).
Then she went all round the table to see who was there, and finding no one but me, she seemed bewildered.
Then I let her out into the warm sunshine and went up to my room and threw myself on the bed exhausted.
Mr. Wilson, a teacher at Florence, and a friend of the Kellers', studied at Harvard the summer before and went to the Perkins Institution to learn if anything could be done for his friend's child.
I went back to the dining-room and got a napkin.
We went out to the pump-house, and I made Helen hold her mug under the spout while I pumped.
Helen went to the cradle and felt of Mildred's mouth and pointed to her own teeth.
She went through these motions several times, mimicking every movement, then she stood very still for a moment with a troubled look on her face, which suddenly cleared, and she spelled, "Good Helen," and wreathed her face in a very large, artificial smile.
The other night when I went to bed, I found Helen sound asleep with a big book clasped tightly in her arms.
She discovered a hole in her boot the other morning, and, after breakfast, she went to her father and spelled, "Helen new boot Simpson (her brother) buggy store man."
She was very much excited when we went upstairs; so I tried to interest her in a curious insect called a stick-bug.
She was greatly delighted with the monkeys and kept her hand on the star performer while he went through his tricks, and laughed heartily when he took off his hat to the audience.
After dinner father went to Birmingham on train far away.
Mr. Mayo went to Duckhill and brought home many sweet flowers.
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.
Wherever she went she was the centre of interest.
Mr. Anagnos went to Louisville Monday to see little blind children.
Mother went to Huntsville.
Teacher and I went to ride on Tennessee River, in a boat.
In the autumn she went to a circus.
One day, while her pony and her donkey were standing side by side, Helen went from one to the other, examining them closely.
After a moment she went on: A. says God is everywhere, and that He is all love; but I do not think a person can be made out of love.
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.
* In this paper Miss Sullivan says: During this winter (1891-92) I went with her into the yard while a light snow was falling, and let her feel the falling flakes.
As we went in she repeated these words, 'Out of the cloud-folds of his garments Winter shakes the snow.'
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.
Well, one day King Frost was trying to think of some good that he could do with his treasure; and suddenly he concluded to send some of it to his kind neighbour, Santa Claus, to buy presents of food and clothing for the poor, that they might not suffer so much when King Winter went near their homes.
Their fears were well founded, for their long absence had alarmed the King, and he mounted North Wind and went out in search of his tardy couriers.
I thought very much about the sad news when teacher went to the doctor's; she was not here at dinner and I missed her.'
I would cling to my mother's dress as she went about her household duties, and my little hands felt every object and observed every motion, and in this way I learned a great many things.
The beautiful, warm air was peculiarly fragrant, and I noticed it got cooler and fresher as we went on.
Tantalus, too, great as he was above all mortals, went down to the kingdom of the dead, never to return.
Not long since, a strolling Indian went to sell baskets at the house of a well-known lawyer in my neighborhood.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
And so I went home to my bed, and left him to pick his way through the darkness and the mud to Brighton--or Bright-town--which place he would reach some time in the morning.
I went there frequently to observe their habits.
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 thought of living there before I went to Walden.
I speak of fishing only now, for I had long felt differently about fowling, and sold my gun before I went to the woods.
It appeared more beautiful to live low and fare hard in many respects; and though I never did so, I went far enough to please my imagination.
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 watched a couple that were fast locked in each other's embraces, in a little sunny valley amid the chips, now at noonday prepared to fight till the sun went down, or life went out.
I raised the glass, and he went off over the window-sill in that crippled state.
When I went to get a pail of water early in the morning I frequently saw this stately bird sailing out of my cove within a few rods.
He commonly went off in a rain.
In October I went a-graping to the river meadows, and loaded myself with clusters more precious for their beauty and fragrance than for food.
These nuts, as far as they went, were a good substitute for bread.
Like the wasps, before I finally went into winter quarters in November, I used to resort to the northeast side of Walden, which the sun, reflected from the pitch pine woods and the stony shore, made the fireside of the pond; it is so much pleasanter and wholesomer to be warmed by the sun while you can be, than by an artificial fire.
I sometimes left a good fire when I went to take a walk in a winter afternoon; and when I returned, three or four hours afterward, it would be still alive and glowing.
Here then men saluted one another, and heard and told the news, and went their ways again.
And then fresh sparks went up above the wood, as if the roof fell in, and we all shouted "Concord to the rescue!"
Napoleon went to St. Helena; Quoil came to Walden Woods.
One black chicken which the administrator could not catch, black as night and as silent, not even croaking, awaiting Reynard, still went to roost in the next apartment.
We waded so gently and reverently, or we pulled together so smoothly, that the fishes of thought were not scared from the stream, nor feared any angler on the bank, but came and went grandly, like the clouds which float through the western sky, and the mother-o'-pearl flocks which sometimes form and dissolve there.
I took this course when I went to lecture in Lincoln in the evening, travelling in no road and passing no house between my own hut and the lecture room.
All day long the red squirrels came and went, and afforded me much entertainment by their manoeuvres.
They were manifestly thieves, and I had not much respect for them; but the squirrels, though at first shy, went to work as if they were taking what was their own.
These ice-cutters are a merry race, full of jest and sport, and when I went among them they were wont to invite me to saw pit-fashion with them, I standing underneath.
One year I went across the middle only five days before it disappeared entirely.
And so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass.
I left the woods for as good a reason as I went there.
I sat at a table where were rich food and wine in abundance, and obsequious attendance, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable board.
Soon after he was let out to work at haying in a neighboring field, whither he went every day, and would not be back till noon; so he bade me good-day, saying that he doubted if he should see me again.
Now then, what are you thinking of? she went on, turning to Prince Hippolyte.
Pierre reaching the house first went into Prince Andrew's study like one quite at home, and from habit immediately lay down on the sofa, took from the shelf the first book that came to his hand (it was Caesar's Commentaries), and resting on his elbow, began reading it in the middle.
But she went on hurriedly:
He went to Kuragin's.
Reaching the large house near the Horse Guards' barracks, in which Anatole lived, Pierre entered the lighted porch, ascended the stairs, and went in at the open door.
Anatole did not release him, and though he kept nodding to show that he understood, Anatole went on translating Dolokhov's words into English.
Boris quietly left the room and went in search of Natasha.
"How plainly all these young people wear their hearts on their sleeves!" said Anna Mikhaylovna, pointing to Nicholas as he went out.
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.
When Natasha ran out of the drawing room she only went as far as the conservatory.
Natasha checked her first impulse to run out to her, and remained in her hiding place, watching--as under an invisible cap--to see what went on in the world.
Well, then, come here, said she, and went further in among the plants and threw down the doll.
She took his arm and with a happy face went with him into the adjoining sitting room.
And like a practical Petersburg lady who knows how to make the most of time, Anna Mikhaylovna sent someone to call her son, and went into the anteroom with him.
Are you here on leave? he went on in his usual tone of indifference.
Do you remember how we went to the Sparrow Hills with Madame Jacquot?...
"Moscow has nothing else to do but gossip," Boris went on.
From time to time he went out to ask: "Hasn't she come yet?"
The count, by his guests, went into the drawing room.
The countess rose and went into the ballroom.
"Well, you old sinner," she went on, turning to the count who was kissing her hand, "you're feeling dull in Moscow, I daresay?
It would be better if you went to the war.
The smiling Julie Karagina went in with Nicholas.
Of the two soups he chose turtle with savory patties and went on to the game without omitting a single dish or one of the wines.
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.
After sitting so for a while he rose, and, looking about him with frightened eyes, went with unusually hurried steps down the long corridor leading to the back of the house, to the room of the eldest princess.
Everyone again looked toward the door, which creaked as the second princess went in with the drink she had prepared according to Lorrain's instructions.
The German doctor went up to Lorrain.
"And then of course my family has also to be considered," Prince Vasili went on, testily pushing away a little table without looking at her.
I will look after your interests, said she in reply to his look, and went still faster along the passage.
From the passage they went into a large, dimly lit room adjoining the count's reception room.
They went into the reception room familiar to Pierre, with two Italian windows opening into the conservatory, with its large bust and full length portrait of Catherine the Great.
Having said this she went up to the doctor.
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.
Prince Vasili said something to Lorrain in passing and went through the door on tiptoe.
The eldest princess followed him, and the priests and deacons and some servants also went in at the door.
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.
Pierre went with Anna Mikhaylovna into the small drawing room.
But Anna Mikhaylovna went forward a step or two to keep her hold on the portfolio, and changed her grip.
After her talk with Pierre, Anna Mikhaylovna returned to the Rostovs' and went to bed.
Princess Mary went back to her room with the sad, scared expression that rarely left her and which made her plain, sickly face yet plainer.
She went on reading:
Then she suddenly rose and with her heavy tread went up to the table.
The princess glanced at her watch and, seeing that she was five minutes late in starting her practice on the clavichord, went into the sitting room with a look of alarm.
They went up to the door of the sitting room from which came the sound of the oft-repeated passage of the sonata.
When Prince Andrew went in the two princesses, who had only met once before for a short time at his wedding, were in each other's arms warmly pressing their lips to whatever place they happened to touch.
Prince Andrew went up and kissed his father on the spot indicated to him.
Prince Andrew, seeing that his father insisted, began--at first reluctantly, but gradually with more and more animation, and from habit changing unconsciously from Russian to French as he went on--to explain the plan of operation for the coming campaign.
The prince, who generally kept very strictly to social distinctions and rarely admitted even important government officials to his table, had unexpectedly selected Michael Ivanovich (who always went into a corner to blow his nose on his checked handkerchief) to illustrate the theory that all men are equals, and had more than once impressed on his daughter that Michael Ivanovich was "not a whit worse than you or I."
"I'm glad, glad, to see you," he said, looking attentively into her eyes, and then quickly went to his place and sat down.
And I am sorry for that, he went on.
As he said this he rose, went to his sister, and, stooping, kissed her forehead.
He said nothing to her but looked at her forehead and hair, without looking at her eyes, with such contempt that the Frenchwoman blushed and went away without a word.
And he went on writing.
And he went on writing, so that his quill spluttered and squeaked.
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.
He turned away and went to the carriage.
"She let the hawk fly upward from her wide right sleeve," went the song, arousing an involuntary sensation of courage and cheerfulness.
But Kutuzov went on blandly smiling with the same expression, which seemed to say that he had a right to suppose so.
He gathered up the papers and with a bow to both, stepped softly over the carpet and went out into the waiting room.
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.
Excited and irritated by these thoughts Prince Andrew went toward his room to write to his father, to whom he wrote every day.
The general frowned, turned away, and went on.
He waited a moment to see whether the cornet would answer, but he turned and went out of the corridor.
As soon as you left, it began and went on.
"Then I'll have it brought round," said Rostov wishing to avoid Telyanin, and he went out to give the order.
They went through the porch and into the stable.
The lieutenant explained how to rivet the hoof and went away to his own quarters.
When Rostov went back there was a bottle of vodka and a sausage on the table.
Send him to the devil, I'm busy! he shouted to Lavrushka, who went up to him not in the least abashed.
And Denisov went to the bed to get the purse from under the pillow.
"I know who has taken it," repeated Rostov in an unsteady voice, and went to the door.
Rostov went to Telyanin's quarters.
Rostov rose and went up to Telyanin.
Rostov took the money, avoiding Telyanin's eyes, and went out of the room without a word.
Nesvitski rose, puffing, and went up to the general, smiling.
Rostov wiping his muddy hands on his breeches looked at his enemy and was about to run on, thinking that the farther he went to the front the better.
Two were misdirected and the shot went too high, but the last round fell in the midst of a group of hussars and knocked three of them over.
The adjutant on duty, meeting Prince Andrew, asked him to wait, and went in to the Minister of War.
He went on reading to the end, without raising his eyes at the opening of the door and the sound of footsteps.
Having dressed for his attendance at court in full parade uniform, which he had not worn for a long time, he went into Bilibin's study fresh, animated, and handsome, with his hand bandaged.
From politeness and to start conversation, they asked him a few questions about the army and the battle, and then the talk went off into merry jests and gossip.
"I am not jesting," Bilibin went on.
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.
And Prince Andrew after giving directions about his departure went to his room.
Very sinister reports of the position of the army reached him as he went along, and the appearance of the troops in their disorderly flight confirmed these rumors.
On reaching the village he dismounted and went to the nearest house, intending to rest if but for a moment, eat something, and try to sort out the stinging and tormenting thoughts that confused his mind.
"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.
Kutuzov went out into the porch with Bagration.
Kutuzov repeated and went toward his carriage.
Prince Andrew and the officer rode up, looked at the entrenchment, and went on again.
The farther forward and nearer the enemy he went, the more orderly and cheerful were the troops.
The officer of the suite ventured to remark to the prince that if these battalions went away, the guns would remain without support.
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.
A shudder of terror went through him: "No, better not look," he thought, but having reached the bushes he glanced round once more.
The French columns that had advanced beyond the village went back; but as though in revenge for this failure, the enemy placed ten guns to the right of the village and began firing them at Tushin's battery.
I went there and found two thirds of the men and horses knocked out, two guns smashed, and no supports at all.
Prince Andrew went out with him.
Prince Andrew gave him a look, but said nothing and went away.
The beauty went to the aunt, but Anna Pavlovna detained Pierre, looking as if she had to give some final necessary instructions.
A little later when he went up to the large circle, Anna Pavlovna said to him: "I hear you are refitting your Petersburg house?"
Prince Vasili was not having any supper: he went round the table in a merry mood, sitting down now by one, now by another, of the guests.
He suddenly muttered something and went away.
The princess went up to the door, passed by it with a dignified and indifferent air, and glanced into the little drawing room.
Shaking himself, he rose, threw back his head, and with resolute steps went past the ladies into the little drawing room.
With quick steps he went joyfully up to Pierre.
However, at nine o'clock the prince, in his velvet coat with a sable collar and cap, went out for his usual walk.
The prince went through the conservatories, the serfs' quarters, and the outbuildings, frowning and silent.
The prince bowed his head and went up to the porch.
After dinner, he went to see his daughter-in-law.
He left the room and went to the waiting room where Alpatych stood with bowed head.
Having received this information, the little princess and Mademoiselle Bourienne, whose chattering voices had reached her from the corridor, went into Princess Mary's room.
He went straight up to Prince Vasili.
Then rising, he suddenly went up to his daughter.
After tea, the company went into the sitting room and Princess Mary was asked to play on the clavichord.
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.
"No good... no good..." said the prince rapidly, and thrusting his feet into his slippers and his arms into the sleeves of his dressing gown, he went to the couch on which he slept.
When Princess Mary went to her father's room at the usual hour, Mademoiselle Bourienne and Anatole met in the conservatory.
Princess Mary went to the door of the study with special trepidation.
I will go to my father, she said, and went out.
Anna Mikhaylovna, who always knew everything that passed in the house, on hearing of the arrival of the letter went softly into the room and found the count with it in his hand, sobbing and laughing at the same time.
And she went in, closing the door behind her.
He went to his bed, drew a purse from under the clean pillow, and sent for wine.
This pleased Rostov and he began talking about it, and as he went on became more and more animated.
He could not tell them simply that everyone went at a trot and that he fell off his horse and sprained his arm and then ran as hard as he could from a Frenchman into the wood.
Au revoir! exclaimed Prince Andrew, and with a bow to them both he went out.
In spite of this, or rather because of it, next day, November 15, after dinner he again went to Olmutz and, entering the house occupied by Kutuzov, asked for Bolkonski.
Boris thanked him and went to the reception room, where he found some ten officers and generals.
We went with Weyrother to survey the dispositions.
While Prince Andrew went to report about the purple-faced general, that gentleman--evidently not sharing Boris' conception of the advantages of the unwritten code of subordination--looked so fixedly at the presumptuous lieutenant who had prevented his finishing what he had to say to the adjutant that Boris felt uncomfortable.
He very readily took up Boris' cause and went with him to Dolgorukov.
Prince Andrew did neither: a look of animosity appeared on his face and the other turned away and went down the side of the corridor.
When the officers had emptied and smashed their glasses, Kirsten filled others and, in shirt sleeves and breeches, went glass in hand to the soldiers' bonfires and with his long gray mustache, his white chest showing under his open shirt, he stood in a majestic pose in the light of the campfire, waving his uplifted arm.
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.
Toward evening Dolgorukov came back, went straight to the Tsar, and remained alone with him for a long time.
At six in the evening, Kutuzov went to the Emperor's headquarters and after staying but a short time with the Tsar went to see the grand marshal of the court, Count Tolstoy.
"I wish you good luck and success, gentlemen!" he added and went out after shaking hands with Dolgorukov and Bilibin.
Prince Andrew went out.
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.
Prince Andrew, however, did not answer that voice and went on dreaming of his triumphs.
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.
Rostov reined in his horse, whose spirits had risen, like his own, at the firing, and went back at a footpace.
The troops again began to move, and two battalions of the Novgorod and one of the Apsheron regiment went forward past the Emperor.
He urged on his already weary horse to get quickly past these crowds, but the farther he went the more disorganized they were.
Rostov considered, and then went in the direction where they said he would be killed.
The Emperor without waiting for an answer turned away and said to one of the officers as he went: Have these gentlemen attended to and taken to my bivouac; let my doctor, Larrey, examine their wounds.
"Do wake up, Vaska!" he went on, turning to Denisov, whose head was again nodding.
Rostov hurriedly put something on his feet, drew on his dressing gown, and went out.
Why, you remember before you went away?...
And Natasha rose and went out of the room on tiptoe, like a ballet dancer, but smiling as only happy girls of fifteen can smile.
He went to balls and into ladies' society with an affectation of doing so against his will.
Pierre, who at his wife's command had let his hair grow and abandoned his spectacles, went about the rooms fashionably dressed but looking sad and dull.
By his age he should have belonged to the younger men, but by his wealth and connections he belonged to the groups of old and honored guests, and so he went from one group to another.
Count Ilya, again thrusting his way through the crowd, went out of the drawing room and reappeared a minute later with another committeeman, carrying a large silver salver which he presented to Prince Bagration.
And Count Rostov, glancing angrily at the author who went on reading his verses, bowed to Bagration.
Everyone rose, feeling that dinner was more important than verses, and Bagration, again preceding all the rest, went in to dinner.
Pierre went home, but Rostov with Dolokhov and Denisov stayed on at the club till late, listening to the gypsies and other singers.
When all was ready, the sabers stuck in the snow to mark the barriers, and the pistols loaded, Nesvitski went up to Pierre.
Denisov first went to the barrier and announced: As the adve'sawies have wefused a weconciliation, please pwoceed.
"So I can fire when I like!" said Pierre, and at the word "three," he went quickly forward, missing the trodden path and stepping into the deep snow.
Pierre clutched his temples, and turning round went into the forest, trampling through the deep snow, and muttering incoherent words:
Rostov went on ahead to do what was asked, and to his great surprise learned that Dolokhov the brawler, Dolokhov the bully, lived in Moscow with an old mother and a hunchback sister, and was the most affectionate of sons and brothers.
When Princess Mary went to him at the usual hour he was working at his lathe and, as usual, did not look round at 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.
Tikhon went and told the prince.
Princess Mary shuddered; her nurse, putting down the stocking she was knitting, went to the window and leaning out tried to catch the open casement.
She went out on the stairs.
And having taken off his cloak and felt boots, he went to the little princess' apartment.
Prince Andrew went round the sofa and kissed her forehead.
Prince Andrew went out and, meeting Princess Mary, again joined her.
Prince Andrew went again to his wife and sat waiting in the room next to hers.
Prince Andrew got up, went to the door, and tried to open it.
The screaming ceased, and a few more seconds went by.
He went into his wife's room.
Two hours later Prince Andrew, stepping softly, went into his father's 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.
Dolokhov often dined at the Rostovs', never missed a performance at which they were present, and went to Iogel's balls for young people which the Rostovs always attended.
Nicholas went up to her and kissed her hand.
Noiselessly, skillfully stepping with his little feet in low shoes, Iogel flew first across the hall with Natasha, who, though shy, went on carefully executing her steps.
Nicholas went to her, kissed her hand, and sitting down silently at her table began to watch her hands arranging the cards.
He got up without saying a word and went downstairs to his own room.
Nicholas, hearing him drive up, went to meet him.
"Countess, I have done w'ong," Denisov went on in an unsteady voice, "but believe me, I so adore your daughter and all your family that I would give my life twice over..."
He had begun to think of the last station and was still pondering on the same question--one so important that he took no notice of what went on around him.
It was as if the thread of the chief screw which held his life together were stripped, so that the screw could not get in or out, but went on turning uselessly in the same place.
Thou dreamest that thou art wise because thou couldst utter those blasphemous words, he went on, with a somber and scornful smile.
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.
"I wish you courage and success," and, pressing Pierre's hand, he went out.
Left alone, Pierre went on smiling in the same way.
Pierre went nearer and saw that the lamp stood on a black table on which lay an open book.
After reading the first words of the Gospel: "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God," Pierre went round the table and saw a large open box filled with something.
"Very well," said Smolyaninov, and went on at once: "Have you any idea of the means by which our holy Order will help you to reach your aim?" said he quietly and quickly.
"Yes, that must be so," thought Pierre, when after these words the Rhetor went away, leaving him to solitary meditation.
He went over his vices in his mind, not knowing to which of them to give the pre-eminence.
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.
A week later, Pierre, having taken leave of his new friends, the Masons, and leaving large sums of money with them for alms, went away to his estates.
He was continually traveling through the three provinces entrusted to him, was pedantic in the fulfillment of his duties, severe to cruel with his subordinates, and went into everything down to the minutest details himself.
Princess Mary had ceased taking lessons in mathematics from her father, and when the old prince was at home went to his study with the wet nurse and little Prince Nicholas (as his grandfather called him).
Not finding the young prince in his study the valet went with the letters to Princess Mary's apartments, but did not find him there.
Prince Andrew got up and went on tiptoe up to the little bed, wineglass in hand.
Prince Andrew went out.
Prince Andrew went up to the child and felt him.
He took the glass with the drops and again went up to the cot.
Prince Andrew winced and, clutching his head, went out and sat down on a sofa in the next room.
He went on tiptoe to the nursery door and opened it.
Just as he went in he saw that the nurse was hiding something from him with a scared look and that Princess Mary was no longer by the cot.
About 80,000 went in payments on all the estates to the Land Bank, about 30,000 went for the upkeep of the estate near Moscow, the town house, and the allowance to the three princesses; about 15,000 was given in pensions and the same amount for asylums; 150,000 alimony was sent to the countess; about 70,000 went for interest on debts.
Pierre went with rapid steps to the door and suddenly came face to face with Prince Andrew, who came out frowning and looking old.
They went out and walked about till dinnertime, talking of the political news and common acquaintances like people who do not know each other intimately.
"Come, let's argue then," said Prince Andrew, "You talk of schools," he went on, crooking a finger, "education and so forth; that is, you want to raise him" (pointing to a peasant who passed by them taking off his cap) "from his animal condition and awaken in him spiritual needs, while it seems to me that animal happiness is the only happiness possible, and that is just what you want to deprive him of.
Prince Andrew led Pierre to his own apartments, which were always kept in perfect order and readiness for him in his father's house; he himself went to the nursery.
Princess Mary really was disconcerted and red patches came on her face when they went in.
All were silent, only the pilgrim woman went on in measured tones, drawing in her breath.
There was a general who did not believe, and said, 'The monks cheat,' and as soon as he'd said it he went blind.
Prince Andrew went out of the room, and then, leaving "God's folk" to finish their tea, Princess Mary took Pierre into the drawing room.
Prince Andrew and Pierre also went out into the porch.
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.
Well, my boy, the old prince went on, addressing his son and patting Pierre on the shoulder.
In the hospitals, death was so certain that soldiers suffering from fever, or the swelling that came from bad food, preferred to remain on duty, and hardly able to drag their legs went to the front rather than to the hospitals.
Despite this destitution, the soldiers and officers went on living just as usual.
Five minutes later, Denisov came into the hut, climbed with muddy boots on the bed, lit his pipe, furiously scattered his things about, took his leaded whip, buckled on his saber, and went out again.
Rostov went to meet them.
The case, as represented by the offended parties, was that, after seizing the transports, Major Denisov, being drunk, went to the chief quartermaster and without any provocation called him a thief, threatened to strike him, and on being led out had rushed into the office and given two officials a thrashing, and dislocated the arm of one of them.
Perhaps at another time Denisov would not have left the regiment for so slight a wound, but now he took advantage of it to excuse himself from appearing at the staff and went into hospital.
Rostov and the assistant went into the dark corridor.
Rostov went to the middle of the room and looking through the open doors into the two adjoining rooms saw the same thing there.
And I've had a bit cut off, you see... he went on with a smile, pointing to the empty sleeve of his dressing gown.
Denisov interrupted him, went on reading his paper.
"Yes, wait a bit," said Denisov, glancing round at the officers, and taking his papers from under his pillow he went to the window, where he had an inkpot, and sat down to write.
Since he had begun to move in the highest circles Boris had made it his habit to watch attentively all that went on around him and to note it down.
At the moment the Emperors went into the pavilion he looked at his watch, and did not forget to look at it again when Alexander came out.
That same day, Rostov, profiting by the darkness to avoid being recognized in civilian dress, came to Tilsit and went to the lodging occupied by Boris and Zhilinski.
He rose and went up to Boris.
They went into the little room where Boris slept.
Rostov felt so ill at ease and uncomfortable with Boris that, when the latter looked in after supper, he pretended to be asleep, and early next morning went away, avoiding Boris.
And suddenly with a determination he himself did not expect, Rostov felt for the letter in his pocket and went straight to the house.
Rostov went back into the hall and noticed that in the porch there were many officers and generals in full parade uniform, whom he had to pass.
Hardly had Rostov handed him the letter and finished explaining Denisov's case, when hasty steps and the jingling of spurs were heard on the stairs, and the general, leaving him, went to the porch.
The gentlemen of the Emperor's suite ran down the stairs and went to their horses.
Forgetting the danger of being recognized, Rostov went close to the porch, together with some inquisitive civilians, and again, after two years, saw those features he adored: that same face and same look and step, and the same union of majesty and mildness....
He went to a hotel he had noticed that morning.
The process in his mind went on tormenting him without reaching a conclusion.
"We are not diplomatic officials, we are soldiers and nothing more," he went on.
This Marshal was Count Ilya Rostov, and in the middle of May Prince Andrew went to visit him.
He got up and went to the window to open it.
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.
He rose, took Prince Andrew by the arm, and went to meet a tall, bald, fair man of about forty with a large open forehead and a long face of unusual and peculiar whiteness, who was just entering.
Speranski went on to say that honor, l'honneur, cannot be upheld by privileges harmful to the service; that honor, l'honneur, is either a negative concept of not doing what is blameworthy or it is a source of emulation in pursuit of commendation and rewards, which recognize it.
And so toward the end of the year he went abroad to be initiated into the higher secrets of the order.
He was told that it would not, and without waiting for the usual formalities he left the lodge and went home.
Pierre went on with his diary, and this is what he wrote in it during that time:
Got up at eight, read the Scriptures, then went to my duties.
Afterwards went and paced up and down the large hall.
I dreamed that I was walking in the dark and was suddenly surrounded by dogs, but I went on undismayed.
And suddenly I saw him lying like a dead body; then he gradually recovered and went with me into my study carrying a large book of sheets of drawing paper; I said, "I drew that," and he answered by bowing his head.
But he went with the firm intention of letting her and her parents feel that the childish relations between himself and Natasha could not be binding either on her or on him.
"Just so, just so," repeated the countess, and shaking all over, she went off into a good humored, unexpected, elderly laugh.
Sonya stood ready dressed in the middle of the room and, pressing the head of a pin till it hurt her dainty finger, was fixing on a last ribbon that squeaked as the pin went through it.
And that stout one in spectacles is the universal Freemason, she went on, indicating Pierre.
An aide-de-camp, the Master of Ceremonies, went up to Countess Bezukhova and asked her to dance.
"One moment..." he went on, turning to Magnitski and interrupting his story.
All rose and continuing to talk loudly went into the drawing room.
When the verses were finished Prince Andrew went up to Speranski and took his leave.
After dinner Natasha, at Prince Andrew's request, went to the clavichord and began singing.
As soon as Natasha had finished she went up to him and asked how he liked her voice.
He went to bed from habit, but soon realized that he could not sleep.
Prince Andrew went up to Pierre, and the latter noticed a new and youthful expression in his friend's face.
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?"
Her voice trembled, and she again nearly cried, but recovered and went on quietly:
Having finished her morning tea she went to the ballroom, which she particularly liked for its loud resonance, and began singing her solfeggio.
Natasha glanced with frightened imploring eyes at Prince Andrew and at her mother and went out.
Flushed and agitated she went about the house all that day, dry-eyed, occupied with most trivial matters as if not understanding what awaited her.
To throw off this burden as quickly as possible, on the third day after his arrival he went, angry and scowling and without answering questions as to where he was going, to Mitenka's lodge and demanded an account of everything.
The young count paid no heed to them, but, breathing hard, passed by with resolute strides and went into the house.
She went several times to his door on tiptoe and listened, as he lighted one pipe after another.
Nicholas went out into the wet and muddy porch.
He cast down his eyes and hurried out as if it were none of his business, careful as he went not to inflict any accidental injury on the young lady.
Nicholas, with a stern and serious air which showed that now was no time for attending to trifles, went past Natasha and Petya who were trying to tell him something.
Rostov, having finally settled with "Uncle" where they should set on the hounds, and having shown Natasha where she was to stand--a spot where nothing could possibly run out--went round above the ravine.
He was the buffoon, who went by a woman's name, Nastasya Ivanovna.
Nicholas did not hear his own cry nor feel that he was galloping, nor see the borzois, nor the ground over which he went: he saw only the wolf, who, increasing her speed, bounded on in the same direction along the hollow.
She clicked her teeth (Karay no longer had her by the throat), leaped with a movement of her hind legs out of the gully, and having disengaged herself from the dogs, with tail tucked in again, went forward.
The old count went home, and Natasha and Petya promised to return very soon, but as it was still early the hunt went farther.
"So in your parts, too, the harvest is nothing to boast of, Count?" he went on, continuing the conversation they had begun.
"Uncle" asked his visitors to sit down and make themselves at home, and then went out of the room.
She went to the table, set down the tray, and with her plump white hands deftly took from it the bottles and various hors d'oeuvres and dishes and arranged them on the table.
Anisya Fedorovna, with her light step, willingly went to fulfill her errand and brought back the guitar.
Anisya Fedorovna flushed, and drawing her kerchief over her face went laughing out of the room.
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.
She passed into the sitting room, stood there thinking awhile, and then went into the maids' room.
Having released Mavrushka, Natasha crossed the dancing hall and went to the vestibule.
"What can I do, where can I go?" thought she, as she went slowly along the passage.
"The island of Madagascar," she said, "Ma-da-gas-car," she repeated, articulating each syllable distinctly, and, not replying to Madame Schoss who asked her what she was saying, she went out of the room.
"No, don't... the island of Madagascar!" she said, and jumping off his back she went downstairs.
She rose, put down the guitar, and went to the drawing room.
After tea, Nicholas, Sonya, and Natasha went to the sitting room, to their favorite corner where their most intimate talks always began.
So they went through their memories, smiling with pleasure: not the sad memories of old age, but poetic, youthful ones--those impressions of one's most distant past in which dreams and realities blend--and they laughed with quiet enjoyment.
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.
The countess, when she had identified them and laughed at their costumes, went into the drawing room.
Pelageya Danilovna, having given orders to clear the rooms for the visitors and arranged about refreshments for the gentry and the serfs, went about among the mummers without removing her spectacles, peering into their faces with a suppressed smile and failing to recognize any of them.
Well, say you went to the barn now, and listened.
Sonya went out into the passage to go to the barn.
Nicholas went hastily to the front porch, saying he felt too hot.
When they reached home and had told their mother how they had spent the evening at the Melyukovs', the girls went to their bedroom.
Nicholas replied that he could not go back on his word, and his father, sighing and evidently disconcerted, very soon became silent and went in to the countess.
Nicholas felt the situation to be intolerable and went to have an explanation with his mother.
So the countess remained in the country, and the count, taking Sonya and Natasha with him, went to Moscow at the end of January.
Pierre felt that she was right, and to avoid compromising her went away to Moscow.
Metivier, who came in the morning with his felicitations, considered it proper in his quality of doctor de forcer la consigne, * as he told Princess Mary, and went in to see the prince.
Metivier, shrugging his shoulders, went up to Mademoiselle Bourienne who at the sound of shouting had run in from an adjoining room.
He was here; they admitted him in spite of my request that they should let no one in, he went on, glancing angrily at his daughter.
Princess Mary, too, went round to him.
When they went into the drawing room where coffee was served, the old men sat together.
I went to a party last night, and there out of five ladies three were Roman Catholics and had the Pope's indulgence for doing woolwork on Sundays.
"Ah, how bitter it is to love someone near to you and to feel that..." she went on in a trembling voice, "that you can do nothing for him but grieve him, and to know that you cannot alter this.
"And how I pity her mother," she went on; "today she showed me her accounts and letters from Penza (they have enormous estates there), and she, poor thing, has no one to help her, and they do cheat her so!"
At the end of January old Count Rostov went to Moscow with Natasha and Sonya.
She rarely made an exception and went out to pay visits, and then only to the most important persons in the town.
God is my witness, I did not know, muttered the old man, and after looking Natasha over from head to foot he went out.
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:
That evening the Rostovs went to the Opera, for which Marya Dmitrievna had taken a box.
The count got out helped by the footmen, and, passing among men and women who were entering and the program sellers, they all three went along the corridor to the first row of boxes.
Natasha, smoothing her gown, went in with Sonya and sat down, scanning the brilliant tiers of boxes opposite.
Boris came to the Rostovs' box, received their congratulations very simply, and raising his eyebrows with an absent-minded smile conveyed to Natasha and Sonya his fiancee's invitation to her wedding, and went away.
Anatole went up to him and began speaking to him, looking at and indicating the Rostovs' box.
Then the violins played very shrilly and merrily and one of the women with thick bare legs and thin arms, separating from the others, went behind the wings, adjusted her bodice, returned to the middle of the stage, and began jumping and striking one foot rapidly against the other.
Then one of the men went into a corner of the stage.
Natasha went back to her father in the other box, now quite submissive to the world she found herself in.
And again in imagination she went over her whole conversation with Kuragin, and again saw the face, gestures, and tender smile of that bold handsome man when he pressed her arm.
His father announced to him that he would now pay half his debts for the last time, but only on condition that he went to Moscow as adjutant to the commander-in-chief--a post his father had procured for him--and would at last try to make a good match there.
Anatole consented and went to Moscow, where he put up at Pierre's house.
The day after the opera the Rostovs went nowhere and nobody came to see them.
Her whole house was scrubbed and cleaned on Saturdays; neither she nor the servants worked, and they all wore holiday dress and went to church.
Immediately after greeting the count he went up to Natasha and followed her.
Soon after their arrival Mademoiselle George went out of the room to change her costume.
Natasha looked at the fat actress, but neither saw nor heard nor understood anything of what went on before her.
She understood hardly anything that went on that evening.
Wherever she went and whomever she was speaking to, she felt his eyes upon her.
The Rostovs went away without staying for supper.
Yesterday, as you know, I went to see Prince Bolkonski.
And I am sorry I went to see him and took her, said the old count.
Natasha did not reply and went to her own room to read Princess Mary's letter.
Princess Mary went on to ask Natasha to fix a time when she could see her again.
That's awful... and to escape from these dreadful thoughts she went to Sonya and began sorting patterns with her.
After dinner Natasha went to her room and again took up Princess Mary's letter.
Can it be that all this has happened so quickly and has destroyed all that went before?
Then he went on to say that he knew her parents would not give her to him--for this there were secret reasons he could reveal only to her--but that if she loved him she need only say the word yes, and no human power could hinder their bliss.
On returning late in the evening Sonya went to Natasha's room, and to her surprise found her still dressed and asleep on the sofa.
Sonya wiped away her tears and went up to Natasha, again scanning her face.
How could you let him go so far? she went on, with a horror and disgust she could hardly conceal.
On Friday the Rostovs were to return to the country, but on Wednesday the count went with the prospective purchaser to his estate near Moscow.
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.
"Didn't I explain to you that I have come to this conclusion: if this marriage is invalid," he went on, crooking one finger, "then I have nothing to answer for; but if it is valid, no matter!
Anatole went into the back room.
Anatole rose and went into the dining room.
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.
"That time I'd harnessed two young side horses with the bay in the shafts," he went on, turning to Dolokhov.
Anatole went out of the room and returned a few minutes later wearing a fur coat girt with a silver belt, and a sable cap jauntily set on one side and very becoming to his handsome face.
Joseph, his valet, handed him his sabretache and saber, and they all went out into the vestibule.
The young fellow on the box jumped down to hold the horses and Anatole and Dolokhov went along the pavement.
Marya Dmitrievna, having found Sonya weeping in the corridor, made her confess everything, and intercepting the note to Natasha she read it and went into Natasha's room with it in her hand.
Toward midnight she went to Natasha's room fingering the key in her pocket.
"Marya Dmitrievna, for God's sake let me in to her!" she pleaded, but Marya Dmitrievna unlocked the door and went in without giving her an answer....
Marya Dmitrievna went on admonishing her for some time, enjoining on her that it must all be kept from her father and assuring her that nobody would know anything about it if only Natasha herself would undertake to forget it all and not let anyone see that something had happened.
"Well, let her sleep," said Marya Dmitrievna as she went out of the room supposing Natasha to be asleep.
All that night she did not sleep or weep and did not speak to Sonya who got up and went to her several times.
He went to Tver to see Joseph Alexeevich's widow, who had long since promised to hand over to him some papers of her deceased husband's.
Pierre did not stay for dinner, but left the room and went away at once.
Pierre without greeting his wife whom he had not seen since his return-- at that moment she was more repulsive to him than ever--entered the drawing room and seeing Anatole went up to him.
"If you allow yourself in my drawing room..." whispered Helene, but Pierre did not reply and went out of the room.
He was awaiting Prince Andrew's return with dread and went every day to the old prince's for news of him.
Pierre went into the study.
Prince Andrew went to one and took out a small casket, from which he drew a packet wrapped in paper.
Pierre left the room and went to the old prince and Princess Mary.
That same evening Pierre went to the Rostovs' to fulfill the commission entrusted to him.
Natasha was in bed, the count at the club, and Pierre, after giving the letters to Sonya, went to Marya Dmitrievna who was interested to know how Prince Andrew had taken the news.
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.
For the first time for many days Natasha wept tears of gratitude and tenderness, and glancing at Pierre she went out of the room.
Equally right or wrong is he who says that Napoleon went to Moscow because he wanted to, and perished because Alexander desired his destruction, and he who says that an undermined hill weighing a million tons fell because the last navvy struck it for the last time with his mattock.
He went in a traveling coach with six horses, surrounded by pages, aides-de-camp, and an escort, along the road to Posen, Thorn, Danzig, and Konigsberg.
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.
Boris noticed Arakcheev's excited face when the sovereign went out with Balashev.
And he went on to inquiries about the Grand Duke and the state of his health, and to reminiscences of the gay and amusing times he had spent with him in Naples.
Balashev went into a small reception room, one door of which led into a study, the very one from which the Russian Emperor had dispatched him on his mission.
He went in silence from one corner of the room to the other and again stopped in front of Balashev.
Their king was insane and they changed him for another-- Bernadotte, who promptly went mad--for no Swede would ally himself with Russia unless he were mad.
And Napoleon went quickly to the door.
Strange, isn't it, General? he said, evidently not doubting that this remark would be agreeable to his hearer since it went to prove his, Napoleon's, superiority to Alexander.
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.
After his interview with Pierre in Moscow, Prince Andrew went to Petersburg, on business as he told his family, but really to meet Anatole Kuragin whom he felt it necessary to encounter.
Anatole Kuragin promptly obtained an appointment from the Minister of War and went to join the army in Moldavia.
In the evening, when Prince Andrew went to him and, trying to rouse him, began to tell him of the young Count Kamensky's campaign, the old prince began unexpectedly to talk about Princess Mary, blaming her for her superstitions and her dislike of Mademoiselle Bourienne, who, he said, was the only person really attached to him.
Next day, before leaving, Prince Andrew went to his son's rooms.
Prince Andrew, without replying, put him down from his knee and went out of the room.
Prince Andrew's eyes were still following Pfuel out of the room when Count Bennigsen entered hurriedly, and nodding to Bolkonski, but not pausing, went into the study, giving instructions to his adjutant as he went.
Chernyshev and Prince Andrew went out into the porch, where the Emperor, who looked fatigued, was dismounting.
The Emperor went into the study.
Ilyin went out and Zdrzhinski rode away.
The doctor, whether from lack of means or because he did not like to part from his young wife in the early days of their marriage, took her about with him wherever the hussar regiment went and his jealousy had become a standing joke among the hussar officers.
But Rostov went off to his squadron without waiting for tea.
The doctors were of use to Natasha because they kissed and rubbed her bump, assuring her that it would soon pass if only the coachman went to the chemist's in the Arbat and got a powder and some pills in a pretty box for a ruble and seventy kopeks, and if she took those powders in boiled water at intervals of precisely two hours, neither more nor less.
That Sunday, the Rostovs went to Mass at the Razumovskis' private chapel as usual.
Pierre still went into society, drank as much and led the same idle and dissipated life, because besides the hours he spent at the Rostovs' there were other hours he had to spend somehow, and the habits and acquaintances he had made in Moscow formed a current that bore him along irresistibly.
In the morning, when he went to call at Rostopchin's he met there a courier fresh from the army, an acquaintance of his own, who often danced at Moscow balls.
He went up the stairs, puffing and muttering something.
"Well, then, au revoir!" said the count, and went out of the room.
He tried to smile but could not: his smile expressed suffering, and he silently kissed her hand and went out.
After the definite refusal he had received, Petya went to his room and there locked himself in and wept bitterly.
But the farther he went and the more his attention was diverted by the ever-increasing crowds moving toward the Kremlin, the less he remembered to walk with the sedateness and deliberation of a man.
The dinner was nearly over, and the Emperor, munching a biscuit, rose and went out onto the balcony.
The Emperor went in, and after that the greater part of the crowd began to disperse.
Well, Michael Ivanovich," he suddenly went on, raising his head and pointing to the plan of the building, "tell me how you mean to alter it...."
He went about looking at every corner.
Alpatych looked out of the window and went to the door.
He went out into the street: two men were running past toward the bridge.
Ferapontov's wife, who till then had not ceased wailing under the shed, became quiet and with the baby in her arms went to the gate, listening to the sounds and looking in silence at the people.
Alpatych went out to the gate.
Alpatych went back to the house, called the coachman, and told him to set off.
Some of the soldiers were frightened and ran away, others went on filling their bags.
Alpatych went up to a large crowd standing before a high barn which was blazing briskly.
Prince Andrew looked at him and without replying went on speaking to Alpatych.
You must please excuse me, he went on apologetically.
She could not sleep and several times went to the door and listened, wishing to enter but not deciding to do so.
She washed, dressed, said her prayers, and went out to the porch.
The doctor came downstairs and went out to her.
Princess Mary entered her father's room and went up to his bed.
Princess Mary went up and kissed his hand.
Then, excusing herself, she went to the door of the old prince's room.
On the evening of the day the old prince died the Marshal went away, promising to return next day for the funeral.
Meanwhile he went himself to the police authorities.
Unconsciously she sat up, smoothed her hair, got up, and went to the window, involuntarily inhaling the freshness of the clear but windy evening.
She went into Prince Andrew's study, trying to enter completely into his ideas, and considered her position.
I'll go out to them, said Princess Mary, and in spite of the nurse's and Dunyasha's protests she went out into the porch; Dron, Dunyasha, the nurse, and Michael Ivanovich following her.
With drooping head Princess Mary left the crowd and went back to the house.
Having repeated her order to Dron to have horses ready for her departure next morning, she went to her room and remained alone with her own thoughts.
One of the men came out of the crowd and went up to Rostov.
And as if afraid of wasting his store of anger, he left Alpatych and went rapidly forward.
On the rest of the way to Moscow, though the princess' position was not a cheerful one, Dunyasha, who went with her in the carriage, more than once noticed that her mistress leaned out of the window and smiled at something with an expression of mingled joy and sorrow.
Tout vient a point a celui qui sait attendre. * And there were as many advisers there as here..." he went on, returning to the subject of "advisers" which evidently occupied him.
"And the French shall too, believe me," he went on, growing warmer and beating his chest, "I'll make them eat horseflesh!"
He joined Obolenski's Cossacks and went to Belaya Tserkov where the regiment is being formed.
I ask just one thing of you, cousin," she went on, "arrange for me to be taken to Petersburg.
Pierre choked, his face puckered, and he turned hastily away, went back to his trap muttering something to himself as he went, and took his seat.
"No, I've come on my own," answered Pierre, and he went down the hill again, passing the militiamen.
He rose quickly, went out of the shed, and began to walk about.
I went to see them, but missed them.
He ordered us to retreat, and all our efforts and losses went for nothing.
You talk about our position, the left flank weak and the right flank too extended, he went on.
Prince Andrew went out of the shed with them, giving final orders to the adjutant.
Two valets rapidly dressed His Majesty, and wearing the blue uniform of the Guards he went with firm quick steps to the reception room.
At a single gesture from him everyone went out on tiptoe, leaving the great man to himself and his emotion.
The French soldiers went to kill and be killed at the battle of Borodino not because of Napoleon's orders but by their own volition.
Having finished his second glass of punch, Napoleon went to rest before the serious business which, he considered, awaited him next day.
He was so much interested in that task that he was unable to sleep, and in spite of his cold which had grown worse from the dampness of the evening, he went into the large division of the tent at three o'clock in the morning, loudly blowing his nose.
He rose, walked to and fro, put on a warm overcoat and a hat, and went out of the tent.
Telling the groom to follow him with the horses, Pierre went down the street to the knoll from which he had looked at the field of battle the day before.
Pierre went to his groom who was holding his horses and, asking which was the quietest, clambered onto it, seized it by the mane, and turning out his toes pressed his heels against its sides and, feeling that his spectacles were slipping off but unable to let go of the mane and reins, he galloped after the general, causing the staff officers to smile as they watched him from the knoll.
Pierre went to the right, and unexpectedly encountered one of Raevski's adjutants whom he knew.
Pierre went to the battery and the adjutant rode on.
The soldiers looked askance at him with surprise and even alarm as they went past 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.
The marshals and generals, who were nearer to the field of battle but, like Napoleon, did not take part in the actual fighting and only occasionally went within musket range, made their own arrangements without asking Napoleon and issued orders where and in what direction to fire and where cavalry should gallop and infantry should run.
Having dismounted he went up to the Emperor with rapid strides and in a loud voice began boldly demonstrating the necessity of sending reinforcements.
Frowning and rising quickly, he went up to Wolzogen.
When men were killed or wounded, when rows of stretchers went past, when some troops retreated, and when great masses of the enemy came into view through the smoke, no one paid any attention to these things.
Everything went on of itself.
The peasants went up and took him by his shoulders and legs, but he moaned piteously and, exchanging looks, they set him down again.
Other crowds, exhausted and hungry, went forward led by their officers.
Those who entered went up one by one to the field marshal; he pressed the hands of some and nodded to others.
And as soon as the enemy drew near the wealthy classes went away abandoning their property, while the poorer remained and burned and destroyed what was left.
They went away because for Russians there could be no question as to whether things would go well or ill under French rule in Moscow.
They went away without thinking of the tremendous significance of that immense and wealthy city being given over to destruction, for a great city with wooden buildings was certain when abandoned by its inhabitants to be burned.
Pierre went on with the soldiers, quite forgetting that his inn was at the bottom of the hill and that he had already passed it.
Pierre went out into the yard and, covering himself up head and all, lay down in his carriage.
The hardest thing (Pierre went on thinking, or hearing, in his dream) is to be able in your soul to unite the meaning of all.
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.
He went to the next one.
A short man was saying something, but when Pierre entered he stopped speaking and went out.
Pierre dressed hurriedly and, instead of going to see them, went to the back porch and out through the gate.
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, throwing a clean pocket handkerchief over her hair and holding an end of it in each hand, went out into the street.
Natasha glanced with frightened eyes at the face of the wounded officer and at once went to meet the major.
Natasha ran into the house and went on tiptoe through the half-open door into the sitting room, where there was a smell of vinegar and Hoffman's drops.
"I knew you'd give permission... so I'll tell them," and, having kissed her mother, Natasha got up and went to the door.
Thanks to Natasha's directions the work now went on expeditiously, unnecessary things were left, and the most valuable packed as compactly as possible.
The countess had fallen asleep and the count, having put off their departure till next morning, went to bed.
And the old servant got down from the box and went up to the cart.
The count went into the house with him, repeating his order not to refuse the wounded who asked for a lift.
I tell you, Papa" (he smote himself on the breast as a general he had heard speaking had done, but Berg did it a trifle late for he should have struck his breast at the words "Russian army"), "I tell you frankly that we, the commanders, far from having to urge the men on or anything of that kind, could hardly restrain those... those... yes, those exploits of antique valor," he went on rapidly.
He got up from his chair and went to the door.
I went in out of curiosity, you know, and there is a small chiffonier and a dressing table.
But the countess pushed her daughter away and went up to her husband.
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 along the whole length of this passage to the stairs and, frowning and rubbing his forehead with both hands, went down as far as the first landing.
He went down that staircase and out into the yard.
When he felt he was being looked at he behaved like an ostrich which hides its head in a bush in order not to be seen: he hung his head and quickening his pace went down the street.
He went up to the gate.
On seeing Pierre he muttered something angrily and went away along the passage.
Pierre went into that gloomy study which he had entered with such trepidation in his benefactor's lifetime.
The officer in the scarf dismounted, called up a drummer, and went with him into the arcade.
Ignat left off smiling, adjusted his belt, and went out of the room with meekly downcast eyes.
Mavra Kuzminichna went to the gate.
Went away yesterday at vespertime, said Mavra Kuzminichna cordially.
And as soon as the officer let go of the gate handle she turned and, hurrying away on her old legs, went through the back yard to the servants' quarters.
Mavra Kuzminichna went on apologetically.
And, still rolling up his sleeve, he went out to the porch.
The bloodstained smith went beside them.
The tall youth, not noticing the disappearance of his foe, waved his bare arm and went on talking incessantly, attracting general attention to himself.
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.
Following the superintendent of police and talking loudly the crowd went in the direction of the Lubyanka Street.
The superintendent of police, whom the crowd had stopped, went in to see him at the same time as an adjutant who informed the count that the horses were harnessed.
Rostopchin went again to the balcony door.
And rapidly opening the door he went resolutely out onto the balcony.
A vein in the young man's long thin neck swelled like a cord and went blue behind the ear, and suddenly his face flushed.
At the moment when Vereshchagin fell and the crowd closed in with savage yells and swayed about him, Rostopchin suddenly turned pale and, instead of going to the back entrance where his carriage awaited him, went with hurried steps and bent head, not knowing where and why, along the passage leading to the rooms on the ground floor.
Count Rostopchin was unable to reply and, turning obediently, went in the direction indicated.
A man in a general's uniform with plumes in his hat went up to Kutuzov and said something in French.
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.
These words went from one to another in the crowd.
Next day, with the sole idea of not sparing himself and not lagging in any way behind them, Pierre went to the Three Hills gate.
"Well then, take me and execute me!" he went on, speaking to himself and bowing his head with a sad but firm expression.
The officer went up to Makar Alexeevich and took him by the collar.
Lead that man away! said he quickly and energetically, and taking the arm of Pierre whom he had promoted to be a Frenchman for saving his life, he went with him into the room.
The soldiers went out again, and the orderly, who had meanwhile had time to visit the kitchen, came up to his officer.
When the French officer went into the room with Pierre the latter again thought it his duty to assure him that he was not French and wished to go away, but the officer would not hear of it.
The captain went out into the porch and gave some orders in a loud voice.
When the captain went out and he was left alone, suddenly he came to himself and realized the position he was in.
Ramballe, with genuine distress and sympathy in his face, went up to Pierre and bent over him.
When it was late at night they went out together into the street.
Two of the gazers went round to the other side of the coach and sat down on its steps.
The count donned his dressing gown and went out to look.
Sonya and Madame Schoss, who had not yet undressed, went out with him.
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.
"No, Mamma, I will lie down here on the floor," Natasha replied irritably and she went to the window and opened it.
She went up to him and with a swift, flexible, youthful movement dropped on her knees.
The doctor went into the passage to wash his hands.
Like a somnambulist aroused from her sleep Natasha went out of the room and, returning to her hut, fell sobbing on her bed.
Having tied a girdle over his coat and pulled his cap low on his head, Pierre went down the corridor, trying to avoid making a noise or meeting the captain, and passed out into the street.
Pierre shook his head and went on.
He heard nothing and saw nothing of what went on around him.
Other French soldiers standing below went up to the drawer.
They went inside the garden when these wolves swooped down, said the woman, pointing to the French soldiers.
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.
And without knowing how this aimless lie had escaped him, he went along with resolute and triumphant steps between the French soldiers.
Oh, she is certainly the most charming woman in the world, she went on, with a smile at her own enthusiasm.
Everything seemed to him pleasant and easy during that first part of his stay in Voronezh and, as usually happens when a man is in a pleasant state of mind, everything went well and easily.
The landowner to whom Nicholas went was a bachelor, an old cavalryman, a horse fancier, a sportsman, the possessor of some century-old brandy and some old Hungarian wine, who had a snuggery where he smoked, and who owned some splendid horses.
After meeting Princess Mary, though the course of his life went on externally as before, all his former amusements lost their charm for him and he often thought about her.
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.
"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.
Next day Nicholas took his mother's letter and went to see Princess Mary.
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.
As soon as the prior withdrew, Natasha took her friend by the hand and went with her into the unoccupied room.
Having wept, talked, and wiped away their tears, the two friends went together to Prince Andrew's door.
A few minutes later Prince Andrew rang and Natasha went to him, but Sonya, feeling unusually excited and touched, remained at the window thinking about the strangeness of what had occurred.
Sonya went up to the countess and, kneeling down, kissed her hand.
Pierre went close up to him, but Davout, evidently consulting a paper that lay before him, did not look up.
Pierre could not afterwards remember how he went, whether it was far, or in which direction.
His faculties were quite numbed, he was stupefied, and noticing nothing around him went on moving his legs as the others did till they all stopped and he stopped too.
Pierre was taken back to his place, and the rows of troops on both sides of the post made a half turn and went past it at a measured pace.
They all went away silently and with drooping heads.
Without finishing what he had begun to say he made a hopeless movement with his arm and went away.
Without understanding what was said to him, Pierre got up and went with the soldiers.
No, I went to look at the fire, and they arrested me there, and tried me as an incendiary.
"Well, and have you little ones?" he went on asking.
When Father and we went out mowing there were seven of us.
We had a little girl, but God took her before I went as a soldier.
She went to bed later and rose earlier than any of them, and no difficulties daunted her.
Yet sooner or later it had to be, and she went in.
"He wrote here that he took a great liking to you," he went on simply and calmly, evidently unable to understand all the complex significance his words had for living people.
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.
He pressed her hand and released it, and she went back to the candle and sat down again in her former position.
He went, and tried to hurry, but his legs refused to move and he knew he would not be in time to lock the door though he painfully strained all his powers.
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.
In all these plottings the subject of intrigue was generally the conduct of the war, which all these men believed they were directing; but this affair of the war went on independently of them, as it had to go: that is, never in the way people devised, but flowing always from the essential attitude of the masses.
A young officer of the Horse Guards, Kutuzov's orderly, pleased at the importance of the mission entrusted to him, went to Ermolov's quarters.
The officer of the Horse Guards went to a general with whom Ermolov was often to be found.
He dismounted and went up into the porch of a large country house which had remained intact between the Russian and French forces.
"You think he went off just by chance?" said a comrade, who was on the staff that evening, to the officer of the Horse Guards, referring to Ermolov.
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.
Coming out onto a field under the enemy's fire, this brave general went straight ahead, leading his men under fire, without considering in his agitation whether going into action now, with a single division, would be of any use or no.
Early in the morning of the sixth of October Pierre went out of the shed, and on returning stopped by the door to play with a little blue- gray dog, with a long body and short bandy legs, that jumped about him.
And after chatting a while longer, the corporal went away.
Karataev thanked the Frenchman for the money and went on admiring his own work.
"Oh dear!" muttered Karataev and went away.
And handing back the odd bits he turned and went out.
"But they'll make grand leg bands, dear friend," he said, and went back into the shed.
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.
Pierre went up to him, though he knew his attempt would be vain.
Pierre stopped laughing, got up, went farther away from the inquisitive man, and looked around him.
He smiled, and went and lay down to sleep beside his companions.
Ill with fever he went to Smolensk with twenty thousand men to defend the town against Napoleon's whole army.
Dokhturov went to Malo- Yaroslavets, but Kutuzov lingered with the main army and gave orders for the evacuation of Kaluga--a retreat beyond which town seemed to him quite possible.
Here as at Tarutino they went after plunder, leaving the men.
Denisov then relieved him from drudgery and began taking him with him when he went out on expeditions and had him enrolled among the Cossacks.
Tikhon did not like riding, and always went on foot, never lagging behind the cavalry.
I went to get Frenchmen, answered Tikhon boldly and hurriedly, in a husky but melodious bass voice.
"I went for another one," Tikhon continued, "and I crept like this through the wood and lay down."
So I went for them with my ax, this way: 'What are you up to?' says I.
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.
"Now, why have you kept this lad?" he went on, swaying his head.
Then, noticing that Denisov was asleep, he rose and went out of doors.
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.
"It must be daylight soon," said he, yawning, and went away.
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!" he said with a frown, and went to the gate to meet Denisov who was riding toward him.
"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.
From Vyazma onwards the French army, which had till then moved in three columns, went on as a single group.
All who could walk went together, and after the third stage Pierre had rejoined Karataev and the gray-blue bandy-legged dog that had chosen Karataev for its master.
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.
'And he went on to tell them all about it in due order.
When the prisoners again went forward Pierre looked round.
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.
Beyond Vyazma the French army instead of moving in three columns huddled together into one mass, and so went on to the end.
They all went without knowing whither or why they were going.
She went through the accounts with Alpatych, conferred with Dessalles about her nephew, and gave orders and made preparations for the journey to Moscow.
She went in with rapid steps, pausing at the door for an instant as if struggling with herself, and then ran to her mother.
Natasha went up to her.
When one went out the other became restless and hastened to rejoin her.
One day she went quickly upstairs and found herself out of breath.
There was something horrible and bestial in the fleeting glance they threw at the riders and in the malevolent expression with which, after a glance at Kutuzov, the soldier with the sores immediately turned away and went on with what he was doing.
The soldier said no more and the talk went on.
"But they're a clean folk, lads," the first man went on; "he was white-- as white as birchbark--and some of them are such fine fellows, you might think they were nobles."
And do you know, Daddy, the day before yesterday we ran at them and, my word, they didn't let us get near before they just threw down their muskets and went on their knees.
One of the men got up and went over to the Fifth Company.
And several of the men went over to the Fifth Company.
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.
The Emperor greeted the officers and the Semenov guard, and again pressing the old man's hand went with him into the castle.
He spoke of you even at the very last, she went on, turning her eyes from Pierre to her companion with a shyness that surprised him for an instant.
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.
They went silently to table.
And Pierre, his voice trembling continually, went on to tell of the last days of their retreat, of Karataev's illness and his death.
Pierre went to Princess Mary's to dinner.
Natasha gave him her hand and went out.
"Well," he went on with an evident effort at self-control and coherence.
Though the surface of the sea of history seemed motionless, the movement of humanity went on as unceasingly as the flow of time.
He at once resigned his commission, and without waiting for it to be accepted took leave of absence and went to Moscow.
Nicholas went out into the porch to question him, and immediately after the elder had given a few replies the sound of cries and blows were heard.
When they left the table and went as usual to thank the old countess, Countess Mary held out her hand and kissed her husband, and asked him why he was angry with her.
And without a word to his wife he went to the little sitting room and lay down on the sofa.
Having sat awhile with her visitors without understanding anything of what they were saying, she softly left the room and went to the nursery.
She got up and, walking on tiptoe with difficulty, went to the small sitting room.
She made no reply, but to avoid obeying Sonya beckoned to Andrew to follow her quietly and went to the door.
Sonya went away by another door.
She went in and sat down by her husband.
Nicholas went out holding the child by the hand.
At home Natasha placed herself in the position of a slave to her husband, and the whole household went on tiptoe when he was occupied--that is, was reading or writing in his study.
Cautiously withdrawing her breast, Natasha rocked him a little, handed him to the nurse, and went with rapid steps toward the door.
And they went to their rooms.
And collecting the presents they went first to the nursery and then to the old countess' rooms.
Doesn't see anything, doesn't remember anything, she went on, repeating her usual phrases.
I used to meet him at Mary Antonovna's," said the countess in an offended tone; and still more offended that they all remained silent, she went on: "Nowadays everyone finds fault.
Pierre went to the children, and the shouting and laughter grew still louder.
They kissed everyone, the tutors and governesses made their bows, and they went out.
Nicholas and Denisov rose, asked for their pipes, smoked, went to fetch more tea from Sonya--who sat weary but resolute at the samovar--and questioned Pierre.
Natasha, who had long expected to be fetched to nurse her baby, now heard the nurse calling her and went to the nursery.
The men went into the study and little Nicholas Bolkonski followed them unnoticed by his uncle and sat down at the writing table in a shady corner by the window.
His face darkened and he went up to the boy.
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.
Have you any idea why he went to Petersburg?
Natasha looked intently at him and went on:
"Yes," Pierre replied, and went on with what was in his mind.
And for some reason he went to kill Africans, and killed them so well and was so cunning and wise that when he returned to France he ordered everybody to obey him, and they all obeyed him.
Having become an Emperor he again went out to kill people in Italy, Austria, and Prussia.
And Napoleon, shedding tears before his Old Guards, renounced the throne and went into exile.
But the Allied monarchs were angry at this and went to fight the French once more.
Was the will of the Russian people transferred to Napoleon in 1809, when our army in alliance with the French went to fight the Austrians?
Men went from the west to the east killing their fellow men, and the event was accompanied by phrases about the glory of France, the baseness of England, and so on.
In addition to the assistance from the renters, the money finally gave her an income of her own, and the token independence that went with it.
She went to the coop first and watered the chickens.
I told them about a week ago, and I went over it again with them today.
Carmen's mouth went dry with fear.
Her anxious gaze went from Carmen to Alex and back again.
Carmen went back to wrapping her present.
Alondra smiled up at him in a way that suggested their relationship went farther than employment extended.
I went to college and studied animal husbandry.
Backing out of that file, she went into another.
She had barely thought about the twins since Destiny went into the hospital.
They went through their evening routine and then left for the hospital.
Daddy went home to sleep.
"Well thanks," he said, and went into a coughing fit.
It didn't take long for him to get home, and when he came in from the garage, he went directly to his gun cabinet and took out a rifle.
Without comment, he went outside and shot it.
It just started rocking and then went over the edge.
Went to town with Tammy.
Lisa took a frying pan from the cabinet and started preparing lunch while father and daughter went into the living room to play.
Her mouth went dry and she involuntarily licked her lips.
Assured that no one was there, she went to her room.
I only meant it would be good to get out of the house, no matter what we went to see.
So the boy went willingly upon the errand, and by the time he had returned Dorothy was awake.
He then went into the house, and waited while the teacher read it.
The poet went on: May each morning bring thee some new joy.
The Dean went to the door.
With tears in her eyes she went out and stood in the whisperer's place.
Then, one morning, Alfred went into his mother's room with a smiling, joyous face.
And so William Jones went on reading and learning.
One summer he went over the sea to Italy; for his name was well known there, and many people wished to hear him sing.
He went far out of his way and lost much time, all on account of his surliness.
When whale oil got scarce and went up in price, the market made cheap kerosene for lighting.
Via books, ideas became mobile—or as we would say today, went viral—spreading to other villages and other countries and to multiple places around the world simultaneously.
Not just that you went to a certain address but that the address was a movie theater and—based on where you sat and that you ordered tickets online—you saw Episode VII of Star Wars.
I only know that I sat in my mother's lap or clung to her dress as she went about her household duties.
Thus attired I went down to help entertain the company.
Often when he went his rounds I clung to his coat tails while he collected and punched the tickets.
I promised to keep still while she went to the house to fetch it.
This spending of the best part of one's life earning money in order to enjoy a questionable liberty during the least valuable part of it reminds me of the Englishman who went to India to make a fortune first, in order that he might return to England and live the life of a poet.
I heard it proposed lately that two young men should travel together over the world, the one without money, earning his means as he went, before the mast and behind the plow, the other carrying a bill of exchange in his pocket.
He would say, as he went by in the morning, How thick the pigeons are!
Men who did not know when their visit had terminated, though I went about my business again, answering them from greater and greater remoteness.
The little princess went round the table with quick, short, swaying steps, her workbag on her arm, and gaily spreading out her dress sat down on a sofa near the silver samovar, as if all she was doing was a pleasure to herself and to all around her.
Here he could contain himself no longer and went on, between gasps of laughter: "And the whole world knew...."
"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.
"No, I won't," said Pierre, pushing Anatole aside, and he went up to the window.