Would you like to read his speech?
That would be the best way.
That this democratization of information and opinion would lead to vigorous debate and encourage a young monk to question the church?
His father hoped that Daniel would grow up to be a wise and famous man.
How long would these mind games go on?
He was in trouble because his scholars would not study.
Would you like it again?
One would argue that energy costs will remain high.
Daniel and his father would ride there on horseback.
This would be the only attempt they would make.
But I would like very much a blue hair-ribbon.
If I had remembered this it would have prevented some mistakes.
Maybe he thought she would change her mind, but it wasn't going to happen.
This might be the most difficult decision she would ever make.
Some would have smiled, if they had dared.
Lavater would have said I lack the bump of paternity.
But every now and then there would be a little difference.
Would such a gentle animal be guilty of eating a fellow creature?
Plunging through drifts, leaping hollows, swooping down upon the lake, we would shoot across its gleaming surface to the opposite bank.
"I would rather live alone on a desert island than be a sailor on this ship," he said.
We would get on our toboggan, a boy would give us a shove, and off we went!
My car won’t start. Would you take a look at the engine?
Friends tried to discourage this tendency, fearing lest it would lead to disappointment.
I would love to come to your party! Thank you for inviting me.
There would be no selective reduction.
What would you like to do for your birthday?
"No," returned Dorothy, stoutly, "it won't do to go back, for then we would never get home.
Then I would imitate the acts of cutting the slices and buttering them.
So, how much in taxes would you be willing to pay?
It is an interesting question how far men would retain their relative rank if they were divested of their clothes.
"And that would be splendid," said Pierre.
"The individual notion of each person includes once for all what is to befall it, world without end," and "it would not have been our Adam but another, if he had had other events."
"I only said that it would be more to the purpose to make sacrifices when we know what is needed!" said he, trying to be heard above the other voices.
I would rather go now before it gets too dark.
But that's because I would be sharing the experience with another human being, and human beings form connections with other human beings.
Then again he would spend a night in the dining room.
Oh, mother, I would like to know everything.
I resolved that I, too, would learn to speak.
"Perhaps," said Dorothy, "if you untied him, he would go."
But still they would whisper, and he could not prevent it.
"Good night, Lise," said he, rising and courteously kissing her hand as he would have done to a stranger.
What would it have cost him to hold out for another two days?
He was afraid it would take him a long time to recover from the accident.
She and Dad would have loved Alex.
He would do many more before the war was over.
The boys looked at her and wondered if the master would really be as good as his word.
It would be four to six weeks before they would know whether the procedure was successful.
For if the boy had been as well painted as the cherries, the birds would have been afraid to come near him.
And if your productivity fell, then your salary would fall as well.
No student of history would argue this point, regardless of his or her politics.
My thoughts would often rise and beat up like birds against the wind, and I persisted in using my lips and voice.
It would be well, perhaps, if we were to spend more of our days and nights without any obstruction between us and the celestial bodies, if the poet did not speak so much from under a roof, or the saint dwell there so long.
It is altogether possible that many people would want to have conversations with their dogs mainly because they regard their dogs as sentient.
If your job numbs your mind by day, why would anyone expect it to instantly come to life at night?
He left in order not to obstruct the commander-in-chief's undivided control of the army, and hoping that more decisive action would then be taken, but the command of the armies became still more confused and enfeebled.
One day he would order his camp bed to be set up in the glass gallery, another day he remained on the couch or on the lounge chair in the drawing room and dozed there without undressing, while--instead of Mademoiselle Bourienne--a serf boy read to him.
Seeing that his trap would not be able to move on for some time, Alpatych got down and turned into the side street to look at the fire.
He decided that he would rather wash himself with water in the barn.
With fifteen thousand men I held the enemy at bay for thirty-five hours and beat him; but he would not hold out even for fourteen hours.
You would set all Russia against you and every one of us would feel ashamed to wear the uniform.
He was afraid it would take him a long time to recover from the accident.
He was not going very fast, but on his flanks specks of foam began to appear and at times he would tremble like a leaf.
That would be like the price of a Mercedes falling from $50,000 to a nickel.
The second would be to argue that the cost of materials to build the Mercedes won't fall by a thousandfold.
The theory was that life in the workhouse had to be worse than life outside the workhouse, otherwise it would be overrun with the poor.
But that one word expressed an entreaty, a threat, and above all conviction that she would herself regret her words.
Bennigsen should have advanced into Prussia sooner, then things would have taken a different turn...
Oh, that this toil might end and you would release me! thought he.
I, for my part, begged him personally most urgently and finally wrote him, but nothing would induce him to consent.
They would have had to retire of their own accord, for they had no water for men or horses.
Consider that on our retreat we have lost by fatigue and left in the hospital more than fifteen thousand men, and had we attacked this would not have happened.
In Helene's circle the war in general was regarded as a series of formal demonstrations which would very soon end in peace, and the view prevailed expressed by Bilibin--who now in Petersburg was quite at home in Helene's house, which every clever man was obliged to visit--that not by gunpowder but by those who invented it would matters be settled.
One of the visitors, usually spoken of as "a man of great merit," having described how he had that day seen Kutuzov, the newly chosen chief of the Petersburg militia, presiding over the enrollment of recruits at the Treasury, cautiously ventured to suggest that Kutuzov would be the man to satisfy all requirements.
But when Napoleon asked him whether the Russians thought they would beat Bonaparte or not, Lavrushka screwed up his eyes and considered.
He would drive them from place to place as his master wished.
When he had finished, he bowed, and waited, hoping that he would be rewarded.
He would soon become a captain and then perhaps a great admiral.
He would not listen to anyone who tried to persuade him to stay at home.
How would you like to live with me, Giotto?
I would teach you how to draw pictures of sheep and horses, and even of men, said the stranger.
And so the fun went on until the clock showed that it lacked only ten minutes till school would be dismissed.
They knew that the master would be as good as his word.
It lacked only one minute till the bell would strike the time for dismissal.
What would you have done?
And now they would have spared him; but he was true to his promise,-- as soon as the song was finished, he threw himself headlong into the sea.
He told his wonderful story to the king; but the king would not believe him.
So they filled a small boat with the things that he would need the most--an ax, a hoe, a kettle, and some other things.
He thought how pleasant it would be to visit strange countries and see strange peoples.
But if I had not helped you, you would have been in a worse place.
I thought of the big fire in the queen's kitchen, and knew that the cook would never allow a half-drowned child to be carried into that fine place.
They let you fall into the water, and you would have been drowned, if it hadn't been for me.
But he would not eat anything.
"Think what your mother would say if she saw you in the clothes of a poor man's son." said the cardinal.
Think of what all the fine ladies would say.
But all along, they believed they would ultimately prevail—and not just win the war, but also do something epic that would change the course of history for all time.
And you would have been right.
And you would be right.
If my reasoning stopped there, you would probably start fishing around for the receipt for this book and read up on your bookseller's return policy.
A contest awhile back called for people to speculate what would be the best device to hook up to the Internet.
Consider what you would do in the following situations.
The amount of data stored is so vast that even if we put a number on it, it would be beyond our comprehension.
If these two advances could be combined, we would have a supply of solar energy that was cheap, abundant, and environmentally benign.
We are sympathetic to the laid-off workers, but no one would suggest the cotton gin not be installed.
You would tend to buy the store brand and pocket the dollar.
If you did not internalize the externalities, you would buy the generic brand and save a dollar.
Calculating the actual, societal costs of fatty foods, alcohol, cars, pet ownership, mercury thermometers, air conditioning, solar panels, razor blades, jogging shoes, and ten thousand other things, and incorporating those costs in the prices as taxes would lead to a vastly more efficient allocation of resources.
And you could feel good about it; after all, you would be increasing efficiency, not merely acting as a leech to the system.
Why would your employer pay you more than the value you are able to add?
If every job that could be done by a machine was done by a machine tomorrow, the standard of living of virtually everyone on the planet would rise.
How many people do you suppose would like that?
But I know of no one who would want to have a conversation with a computer program pretending to be his dog.
I would happily pay $10 for it, I love it that much.
How much would you pay for that pan today?
The best way to make a chair, known only by a few craftsmen, would be used to make all the chairs better.
Everything would be better made because the best way to make a thing could be multiplied across all occurrences of the thing.
How would it affect the world for everyone's buying power to increase a hundredfold?
These payments, the cynics would argue, bribe the poor to back the system.
Nations can do this by acquiring enough military might that an attempted land grab would cost their neighbors more than they would get if successful.
Well, on the one hand, you would be kind of cheesed-off.
Most people would not term that welfare, which has become a loaded phrase associated with the state making a payment to individuals.
First, I would contend that the size of this problem is substantially smaller than many people would guess.
First, it would be tempting to assume the person hauling manure can only do that, and if that job disappeared he would have no useful skills.
Well, wealth would expand dramatically, and the people who had those jobs before could get new and better jobs, such as managing the army of manure-toting robots.
This pattern suggests freedom from financial want would be bad.
So yeah, if you told them to choose between working and not working, many would choose to relax.
It is contagious and would be even in a uniformly wealthy world.
I reasoned that if I could show how poverty will end, then of course hunger would end as well—how many rich people do you hear about going hungry?
This would be the case in a besieged city or a nation using the food supply to keep its citizenry in check.
The thought was that the overseer, being local, would be able to separate the lazy from the truly needy.
Ultimately, workhouses would provide shelter to more than one hundred thousand paupers.
De Tocqueville would be impressed.
Eventually, he reasoned, the hungry hoards would overwhelm the beleaguered food supply.
In essence, they would become like Japan, which exports essentially no food, imports US$44 billion in food annually, but still enjoys a high standard of living.
The cotton gin, steel ploughs, tractors, combines, and a thousand other inventions would forever change the farm.
To pay for his college education, Borlaug would periodically put his education on hold to find work.
He would pollinate a wheat stalk, then cover it with a trash bag to prevent contamination by other plants.
What would be possible then?
By what logic would anyone assume it will not go to zero?
But the food would not only be produced with maximum efficiency; it would be extremely fresh and very healthy.
No one today would want a car built the old way.
It would cost a million dollars and not even be as good as a Chevy.
Both of these are hugely important parts of life, and I know of no one who would trade them away for a pill they swallow in the morning that gives them all their nutrition for the day.
This change could have occurred in nature; given enough monkeys and typewriters, it would eventually occur in nature.
UNICEF has said a program that gives children two large doses a year of vitamin A could all but eliminate VAD, although more frequent, smaller doses would be better.
They should be advocating that genetically modified crops be created not because it would result in better looking strawberries, but because GM crops don't require fertilizer or pesticides.
Wouldn't that be something: Plants that would convert nitrogen from the atmosphere directly into ammonia they could use or plants that gave off the odor of other plants that pests avoid?
As far as scientific advancements go, that would be right up there with the proverbial sliced bread.
Weigh that against the certainty that nearly a billion people are hungry right now and I don't know why we would decline to acquire this knowledge.
How would it not find its way to the poorest regions of the earth?
With the help of local agencies around the world that have experience in micro-loans, a would-be borrower—say, a fish seller in the Philippines—uploads a picture and an explanation of what she wants the loan for.
There are those who would elevate the right to food as being a fundamental human right.
What would we say to Borlaug if we met him in a cornfield and ended up discussing the world's problems over a beer somewhere?
It would be a colossal mistake to assume some sort of collectivist or communistic solution to hunger in the world.
If people were permanently obsessed with food, all individual thought, all capacity to argue, even people's sex drive, would disappear.
Everyone, by contrast, would kiss the hand that fed them, regardless of how bloody it was.
Roosevelt went on to outline what he believed would be in this Second Bill of Rights: food, medicine, shelter, and so on.
It would be tempting to characterize Roosevelt's remarks as socialistic.
I do not think Americans would tolerate widespread, untreated hunger in this nation as long as it could afford otherwise.
If you knew someone who was a good business partner, was fun to hang out with, but let one of his children starve to death so that he could enjoy a higher standard of living, what would be your opinion of this person?
Would you be proud to call him a friend?
Why would we conduct ourselves any differently in world affairs?
What would we have the centuries to come to say about us: That we were so eager to maximize our position of power and wealth that we turned a blind eye to injustice?
Why would we settle for anything less?
This is how people lived their lives in the past and if asked about it, they would have defended it.
The disturbing thing to realize is we would have been those people had we been born in those times.
Still, I would argue these changes are the results of an overall increase in empathy and that, more often than not, increasing empathy promotes civilization and is splendid.
Early in his presidency, in a 1953 address that would become known as his "Cross of Iron" speech, he declared, "Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.
A war which became general, as any limited action might, would only result in the virtual destruction of mankind.
A full-scale, no-holds-barred, nuclear-missiles-raining-down kind of world war would profoundly change the course of human history for all time.
No one I knew of had ever seriously considered the possibility that without any conflict, treaty, war, or even a coin toss, the Soviet Union would simply vote itself into nonexistence in 1991.
As Frederick the Great observed almost two centuries earlier, "If my soldiers were to begin to think, not one of them would remain in the army."
We live in a chillingly martial world.
In the past, impetuous young men would drop out of college and run off to join the army.
One can only assume it would be substantially more if it were to be leveled with a nuclear device.
Since war historically has interrupted the flow of consumer goods, and would do so even more in our present interconnected world, preserving our hard-earned possessions provides an additional disincentive to war.
In that hypothetical situation, what would the defense contractor want?
You would argue that no other widget on the market can beat the C2000, no nation can ever gain widget superiority if the government just buys the C2000—and so they do.
If the nation goes to war, the military would need more C2000s, right?
(Not to mention the fact that, if the stuff all hits the fan, widget factories like yours would almost certainly be marked with bull's-eyes on the enemy's aerial bombing maps.)
What would you choose?
I, for one, would vote for peace.
In point #7, war would cost you your foreign customers.
What underlying mechanisms would make the Democratic Peace Theory "work"?
If NATO didn't exist today, no one would propose creating it.
I am not saying tthe world would be better if every country was the size of Liechtenstein.
Satellite photos can uncover those who would transgress the rules.
However, if it were stigmatized, and public opinion dramatically and pervasively changed, that would force policy change.
Friedman goes on to point out that almost anywhere in the world today, it would be impossible to get away with this fraud.
That would average over three SMS messages per day per person on the planet.
Would you regard this as good?
Honestly, if we all spoke the same language today, would you want to change that?
Young people, who would be expected to do the dying if another war came, are generally more determined to keep the peace than their elders.
Now, on a regular basis, videos appear which bring to life something that would otherwise be merely an ill-formed image in our minds.
YouTube's contribution to world peace is not simply to add empathy to current events, although that would be enough.
So if a battle today were similarly costly, the proportional number of casualties would be 230,000.
If they had not, lengthy epics would never have survived oral transmission for centuries.
I think they would have said, That is kind of creepy.
So it was natural that to earn extra money, Jason and I would buy cool, old cars we found in junkyards for a few hundred dollars apiece.
We would then work feverishly on them for months before selling them for slightly less than we had paid.
Yet at the time that we devised each plan, we were confident it would succeed.
We would recite it to each other like a Homeric epic.
As we approached the end of the flawless narrative, one of us would invariably ask sardonically (but never sarcastically), "What could possibly go wrong?"
If the whole world had only ten thousand people, how many breakthroughs would you expect?
As troubling as this thought is, equally troubling would be the response of the country so attacked.
So while such an attack and its aftermath would not derail our eventual arrival at the next golden age, it quite possibly would delay it.
As I see it, the grandchildren of those who would strap bombs on themselves today will not be rushing to imitate their elders.
I always knew when she wished me to bring her something, and I would run upstairs or anywhere else she indicated.
A shiver ran through the tree, and the wind sent forth a blast that would have knocked me off had I not clung to the branch with might and main.
Without love you would not be happy or want to play.
From the beginning of my education Miss Sullivan made it a practice to speak to me as she would speak to any hearing child; the only difference was that she spelled the sentences into my hand instead of speaking them.
That night, after I had hung my stocking, I lay awake a long time, pretending to be asleep and keeping alert to see what Santa Claus would do when he came.
Little Tim was so tame that he would hop on my finger and eat candied cherries out of my hand.
Sometimes I would go with Mildred and my little cousins to gather persimmons.
We would have taken any way rather than this; but it was late and growing dark, and the trestle was a short cut home.
Miss Fuller and Miss Sullivan could understand me, but most people would not have understood one word in a hundred.
I think if this sorrow had come to me when I was older, it would have broken my spirit beyond repairing.
For a long time, when I wrote a letter, even to my mother, I was seized with a sudden feeling of terror, and I would spell the sentences over and over, to make sure that I had not read them in a book.
My progress in lip-reading and speech was not what my teachers and I had hoped and expected it would be.
When asked why I would not go to Wellesley, I replied that there were only girls there.
He was always gentle and forbearing, no matter how dull I might be, and believe me, my stupidity would often have exhausted the patience of Job.
You ransack your budget of historic facts much as you would hunt for a bit of silk in a rag-bag.
One of them is the precious science of patience, which teaches us that we should take our education as we would take a walk in the country, leisurely, our minds hospitably open to impressions of every sort.
When he speaks, it is not to impress others, but because his heart would burst if he did not find an outlet for the thoughts that burn in his soul.
These things would pass away; here were lakes and woods and broad daisy-starred fields and sweet-breathed meadows, and they shall endure forever.
Oh, would that men would leave the city, its splendour and its tumult and its gold, and return to wood and field and simple, honest living!
Then would their children grow stately as noble trees, and their thoughts sweet and pure as wayside flowers.
Some of them would be found written in our literature and dear to the hearts of many, while others would be wholly unknown to most of my readers.
Those are passages of which one would ask for more.
Would you like to see darling little Mildred?
When I visit many strange countries my brother and Mildred will stay with grandmother because they will be too small to see a great many people and I think they would cry loud on the great rough ocean.
I would like to have some clay.
I would love to visit many beautiful cities with you.
Little sister and I would take you out into the garden, and pick the delicious raspberries and a few strawberries for you.
How would you like that?
In the evening, when it is cool and pleasant, we would walk in the yard, and catch the grasshoppers and butterflies.
We would talk about the birds and flowers and grass and Jumbo and Pearl.
If you liked, we would run and jump and hop and dance, and be very happy.
I think you would enjoy hearing the mocking-birds sing.
Daisy is happy, but she would be happy ever if she had a little mate.
I think she would like to put her two soft arms around your neck and hug you.
I know too that the tiny lily-bells are whispering pretty secrets to their companions else they would not look so happy.
Lady Meath said she would like to see your flowers, and hear the mocking-birds sing.
One carried me in his arms so that my feet would not touch the water.
We would be very happy together.
Her throat was very sore and the doctor thought she would have to go away to the hospital, but she is better now.
And I would keep my little hand on her face all the while, because it amused me to feel her face and lips move when she talked with people.
I tried to make sounds like my little playmates, but teacher told me that the voice was very delicate and sensitive and that it would injure it to make incorrect sounds, and promised to take me to see a kind and wise lady who would teach me rightly.
We like to think that the sunshine and the winds and the trees are able to love in some way of their own, for it would make us know that they were happy if we knew that they could love.
It almost makes me think the world would get along as well without seeing and hearing as with them.
Perhaps people would be better in a great many ways, for they could not fight as they do now.
Of what use would they and their drumsticks be?
I did not imagine, when I studied about the forests of Maine, that a strong and beautiful ship would go sailing all over the world, carrying wood from those rich forests, to build pleasant homes and schools and churches in distant countries.
And my dear father, how he would like to hear about our journey!
If I were with you to-day I would give you eighty-three kisses, one for each year you have lived.
She wanted him brought to Boston, and when she was told that money would be needed to get him a teacher, she answered, "We will raise it."
I have read that the English and Americans are cousins; but I am sure it would be much truer to say that we are brothers and sisters.
I used to think, when I read in my books about your great city, that when I visited it the people would be strangers to me, but now I feel differently.
He loves to climb the bed-posts and unscrew the steam valves much better than to spell, but that is because he does not understand that words would help him to make new and interesting discoveries.
We thought everything was arranged: but we found Monday that Mrs. Elliott would not be willing to let us invite more than fifty people, because Mrs. Howe's house is quite small.
Teacher said yesterday, that perhaps Mrs. Spaulding would be willing to let us have her beautiful house, and [I] thought I would ask you about it.
Do you think Mrs. Spaulding would help me, if I wrote to her?
Mildred is a sweet little sister and I am sure you would love her.
Would not it be lovely if Mrs. Pratt could meet us there?
I would like to feel a parrot talk, it would be so much fun! but I would be pleased with, and love any little creature you send me.
How you would have enjoyed hearing him tell about Venice!
My mother and several of my friends said they would help me with the establishment of a public library.
Think what a joy it would be to all of my friends to hear me speak naturally!!
He said no, it would not be called for about fifteen minutes; so we sat down to wait; but in a moment the man came back and asked Teacher if we would like to go to the train at once.
She said we would, and he took us way out on the track and put us on board our train.
I am sure you would like to know Mr. and Mrs. Hutton, they are so kind and interesting.
I do think I could work all day long without feeling tired if they would let me.
I ride with a divided skirt, and so does my teacher; but it would be easier for her to mount a man's wheel than for me; so, if it could be arranged to have the ladies' seat behind, I think it would be better....
Oh my! if they only realized their limitations, they would flee for their lives to the woods and fields.
"Slim" would describe them, if they were anything like the saw-horses I have seen.
Would a college at Havana not be the noblest and most enduring monument that could be raised to the brave men of the "Maine," as well as a source of infinite good to all concerned?
In it there would be no suggestion of hatred or revenge, nor a trace of the old-time belief that might makes right.
On the other hand, it would be a pledge to the world that we intend to stand by our declaration of war, and give Cuba to the Cubans, as soon as we have fitted them to assume the duties and responsibilities of a self-governing people....
My friend said, she would sometime show me the copies of the marbles brought away by Lord Elgin from the Parthenon.
I have just had some pictures taken, and if they are good, I would like to send one to Mr. Rogers, if you think he would like to have it.
I would like so much to show him in some way how deeply I appreciate all that he is doing for me, and I cannot think of anything better to do.
Well, I must confess, I do not like the sign-language, and I do not think it would be of much use to the deaf-blind.
They would not allow Teacher to read any of the papers to me; so the papers were copied for me in braille.
She showed me how very foolish it would be for me to pursue a four years' course of study at Radcliffe, simply to be like other girls, when I might better be cultivating whatever ability I had for writing.
Miss Irwin seemed to have no objection to this proposal, and kindly offered to see the professors and find out if they would give me lessons.
The college authorities would not permit Miss Sullivan to read the examination papers to me; so Mr. Eugene C. Vining, one of the instructors at the Perkins Institution for the Blind, was employed to copy the papers for me in braille.
Perhaps, if you would send a copy of this to the head of the Cambridge School, it might enlighten his mind on a few subjects, on which he seems to be in total darkness just now....
In college she, or possibly in some subjects some one else, would of necessity be with me in the lecture-room and at recitations.
Many of my friends would be well pleased if I would take two or even one course a year, but I rather object to spending the rest of my life in college....
The blind alone could not support it, but it would not take very much money to make up the additional expense.
It would be splendid to have The Great Round World printed in "language that can be felt."
To be able to read for one's self what is being willed, thought and done in the world--the world in whose joys and sorrows, failures and successes one feels the keenest interest--that would indeed be a happiness too deep for words.
On one of them I noticed that the strings were of wire, and having had some experience in bead work, I said I thought they would break.
She has practised no single constructive craft which would call for the use of her hands.
If more people knew this, and the friends and relatives of deaf children learned the manual alphabet at once the deaf all over the world would be happier and better educated.
Most educated blind people know several, but it would save trouble if, as Miss Keller suggests, English braille were universally adopted.
She does not, it would seem, prove the existence of spirit without matter, or of innate ideas, or of immortality, or anything else that any other human being does not prove.
Her sense of time is excellent, but whether it would have developed as a special faculty cannot be known, for she has had a watch since she was seven years old.
After thinking a little while, she added, 'I think Shakespeare made it very terrible so that people would see how fearful it is to do wrong.'
Miss Sullivan knew at the beginning that Helen Keller would be more interesting and successful than Laura Bridgman, and she expresses in one of her letters the need of keeping notes.
Many people have thought that any attempt to find the principles in her method would be nothing but a later theory superimposed on Miss Sullivan's work.
Some of her opinions Miss Sullivan would like to enlarge and revise.
She started forward, then hesitated a moment, evidently debating within herself whether she would go or not.
She had not finished the cake she was eating, and I took it away, indicating that if she brought the doll I would give her back the cake.
This morning I would not let her put her hand in my plate.
She would or she wouldn't, and there was an end of it.
After a long time Mrs. Keller said that she would think the matter over and see what Captain Keller thought of sending Helen away with me.
She devoted herself to her dolls the first evening, and when it was bedtime she undressed very quietly, but when she felt me get into bed with her, she jumped out on the other side, and nothing that I could do would induce her to get in again.
But I was afraid she would take cold, and I insisted that she must go to bed.
She kept going to the door, as if she expected some one, and every now and then she would touch her cheek, which is her sign for her mother, and shake her head sadly.
She played with her dolls more than usual, and would have nothing to do with me.
He says the gentleman was not particularly interested, but said he would see if anything could be done.
He wondered if Helen would recognize her old playmate.
I think she wanted to see what would happen.
I thought I would try the effect of a little belated discipline.
I took this for a promise that if I gave her some cake she would be a good girl.
Last night when I got in bed, she stole into my arms of her own accord and kissed me for the first time, and I thought my heart would burst, so full was it of joy.
If she wanted a small object and was given a large one, she would shake her head and take up a tiny bit of the skin of one hand between the thumb and finger of the other.
Nothing would do but I must go somewhere with her to see something.
It would astonish you to see how many words she learns in an hour in this pleasant manner.
The other day a friend brought her a new doll from Memphis, and I thought I would see if I could make Helen understand that she must not break it.
I gave her my braille slate to play with, thinking that the mechanical pricking of holes in the paper would amuse her and rest her mind.
You would be amused to see me hold a squealing pig in my arms, while Helen feels it all over, and asks countless questions--questions not easy to answer either.
If she could see and hear, I suppose she would get rid of her superfluous energy in ways which would not, perhaps, tax her brain so much, although I suspect that the ordinary child takes his play pretty seriously.
I had hoped this would never happen again.
It seems Viney had attempted to take a glass, which Helen was filling with stones, fearing that she would break it.
She knew that I was much troubled, and would have liked to stay near me; but I thought it best for her to sit by herself.
I do wish things would stop being born!
I had no difficulty in making it clear to her that if plants and animals didn't produce offspring after their kind, they would cease to exist, and everything in the world would soon die.
Just then I had no sentences in raised letters which she could understand; but she would sit for hours feeling each word in her book.
I wished her to make the groups of threes and supposed she would then have to count them in order to know what number fifteen threes would make.
On being told that she was white and that one of the servants was black, she concluded that all who occupied a similar menial position were of the same hue; and whenever I asked her the colour of a servant she would say "black."
They were as gentle as kittens; but I told her they would get wild and fierce as they grew older.
She also felt a Greek chariot, and the charioteer would have liked to take her round the ring; but she was afraid of "many swift horses."
If I did, there would be no opportunity for the play of fancy.
The child's eagerness and interest carry her over many obstacles that would be our undoing if we stopped to define and explain everything.
What would happen, do you think, if some one should try to measure our intelligence by our ability to define the commonest words we use?
When I told her that Santa Claus would not come until she was asleep, she shut her eyes and said, "He will think girl is asleep."
The simple facts would be so much more convincing!
When we reached the shop, I asked her how much she would pay for Nancy's hat.
Captain Keller said at breakfast this morning that he wished I would take Helen to church.
Everybody laughed at her antics, and you would have thought they were leaving a place of amusement rather than a church.
But I haven't time to write all the pleasant things people said--they would make a very large book, and the kind things they did for us would fill another volume.
"What would you like, then?" asked the Doctor.
I told him he could buy some gloves if he wished, and that I would have the alphabet stamped on them.
It would indeed be a herculean task to teach the words if the ideas did not already exist in the child's mind.
If his experiences and observations hadn't led him to the concepts, SMALL, LARGE, GOOD, BAD, SWEET, SOUR, he would have nothing to attach the word-tags to.
If you had called these sensations respectively BLACK and WHITE, he would have adopted them as readily; but he would mean by BLACK and WHITE the same things that he means by SWEET and SOUR.
She would turn her head, smile, and act as though she had heard what was said.
Helen expressed a great deal of sympathy, and at every opportunity during the day she would find Pearl and carry the burden from place to place.
She would say: "Helen milk."
In two or three months after I began to teach her she would say: "Helen wants to go to bed," or, "Helen is sleepy, and Helen will go to bed."
After a time I became discouraged, and told her I was afraid she could not make it stand, but that I would build it for her; but she did not approve of this plan.
Once, when a question puzzled her very much, I suggested that we take a walk and then perhaps she would understand it.
She shook her head decidedly, and said: My enemies would think I was running away.
I have always talked to Helen exactly as I would talk to a seeing and hearing child, and I have insisted that other people should do the same.
The cat would like to eat the mouse.
She ran her fingers along the lines, finding the words she knew and guessing at the meaning of others, in a way that would convince the most conservative of educators that a little deaf child, if given the opportunity, will learn to read as easily and naturally as ordinary children.
It was hoped that one so peculiarly endowed by nature as Helen, would, if left entirely to her own resources, throw some light upon such psychological questions as were not exhaustively investigated by Dr. Howe; but their hopes were not to be realized.
She would say, when speaking of the growth of a plant, "Mother Nature sends the sunshine and the rain to make the trees and the grass and the flowers grow."
Indeed, many of her eager questions would have puzzled a far wiser person than I am.
A long time ago Helen said to me, "I would like to live sixteen hundred years."
When asked if she would not like to live ALWAYS in a beautiful country called heaven, her first question was, "Where is heaven?"
At another time she asked, "Do you not think we would be very much happier always, if we did not have to die?"
I said, "No; because, if there were no death, our world would soon be so crowded with living creatures that it would be impossible for any of them to live comfortably."
Miss Sullivan's methods were so good that even without the practical result, any one would recognize the truth of the teacher's ideas.
It would, I think, be hard to make her feel just how to pronounce DICTIONARY without her erring either toward DICTIONAYRY or DICTION'RY, and, of course the word is neither one nor the other.
I thought, however, that the advantage she would derive would not repay her for the time and labour that such an experiment would cost.
Failing to make herself understood, she would become violent.
Occasionally she broke out into a merry laugh, and then she would reach out and touch the mouth of any one who happened to be near her, to see if he were laughing also.
She kept one hand on the singer's mouth, while the other rested on the piano, and she stood in this position as long as any one would sing to her, and afterward she would make a continuous sound which she called singing.
She would repeatedly use one for the other.
If you knew all the joy I feel in being able to speak to you to-day, I think you would have some idea of the value of speech to the deaf, and you would understand why I want every little deaf child in all this great world to have an opportunity to learn to speak.
If Miss Sullivan wrote fine English, the beauty of Helen Keller's style would, in part, be explicable at once.
It would seem that Helen had learned and treasured the memory of this expression of the poet, and this morning in the snow-storm had found its application.
I wonder if you would like to have me tell you a pretty dream which I had a long time ago when I was a very little child?
Teacher says it was a day-dream, and she thinks you would be delighted to hear it.
They would not awake until the sun had smiled lovingly upon them.
After awhile they came to a great forest and, being tired and hungry, they thought they would rest a little and look for nuts before continuing their journey.
They were afraid that King Frost would come and punish them.
When she was twelve years old, she was asked what book she would take on a long railroad journey.
But the fever grew and flamed in my eyes, and for several days my kind physician thought I would die.
Then my parents knew I would live, and they were very happy.
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.
When I was a little older I felt the need of some means of communication with those around me, and I began to make simple signs which my parents and friends readily understood; but it often happened that I was unable to express my thoughts intelligibly, and at such times I would give way to my angry feelings utterly....
I would run, skip, jump and swing, no matter where I happened to be.
If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.
I shall never forget how the fury of battle throbbed in my veins--it seemed as if the tumultuous beating of my heart would stop my breath.
I would wake with a start or struggle frantically to escape from my tormentor.
What would happen, I ask many and many a time.
Would the heart, overweighted with sudden joy, stop beating for very excess of happiness?
I have thought that Walden Pond would be a good place for business, not solely on account of the railroad and the ice trade; it offers advantages which it may not be good policy to divulge; it is a good port and a good foundation.
It is said that a flood-tide, with a westerly wind, and ice in the Neva, would sweep St. Petersburg from the face of the earth.
Most behave as if they believed that their prospects for life would be ruined if they should do it.
It would be easier for them to hobble to town with a broken leg than with a broken pantaloon.
Many a man is harassed to death to pay the rent of a larger and more luxurious box who would not have frozen to death in such a box as this.
The rest pay an annual tax for this outside garment of all, become indispensable summer and winter, which would buy a village of Indian wigwams, but now helps to keep them poor as long as they live.
If you would know the history of these homesteads, inquire at the bank where they are mortgaged.
Or what if I were to allow--would it not be a singular allowance?--that our furniture should be more complex than the Arab's, in proportion as we are morally and intellectually his superiors!
At present our houses are cluttered and defiled with it, and a good housewife would sweep out the greater part into the dust hole, and not leave her morning's work undone.
I would rather sit in the open air, for no dust gathers on the grass, unless where man has broken ground.
The traveller who stops at the best houses, so called, soon discovers this, for the publicans presume him to be a Sardanapalus, and if he resigned himself to their tender mercies he would soon be completely emasculated.
I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion.
I would rather ride on earth in an ox cart, with a free circulation, than go to heaven in the fancy car of an excursion train and breathe a malaria all the way.
It was dark, and had a dirt floor for the most part, dank, clammy, and aguish, only here a board and there a board which would not bear removal.
Who knows but if men constructed their dwellings with their own hands, and provided food for themselves and families simply and honestly enough, the poetic faculty would be universally developed, as birds universally sing when they are so engaged?
A great proportion of architectural ornaments are literally hollow, and a September gale would strip them off, like borrowed plumes, without injury to the substantials.
It would signify somewhat, if, in any earnest sense, he slanted them and daubed it; but the spirit having departed out of the tenant, it is of a piece with constructing his own coffin--the architecture of the grave--and "carpenter" is but another name for "coffin-maker."
Those conveniences which the student requires at Cambridge or elsewhere cost him or somebody else ten times as great a sacrifice of life as they would with proper management on both sides.
I think that it would be better than this, for the students, or those who desire to be benefited by it, even to lay the foundation themselves.
Methinks this would exercise their minds as much as mathematics.
Which would be most likely to cut his fingers?...
One piece of good sense would be more memorable than a monument as high as the moon.
It would seem that I made it according to the recipe which Marcus Porcius Cato gave about two centuries before Christ.
What man but a philosopher would not be ashamed to see his furniture packed in a cart and going up country exposed to the light of heaven and the eyes of men, a beggarly account of empty boxes?
But perchance it would be wisest never to put one's paw into it.
I have tried trade but I found that it would take ten years to get under way in that, and that then I should probably be on my way to the devil.
The youth may build or plant or sail, only let him not be hindered from doing that which he tells me he would like to do.
We may not arrive at our port within a calculable period, but we would preserve the true course.
It was easy to see that they could not long be companions or co-operate, since one would not operate at all.
They would part at the first interesting crisis in their adventures.
No--in this case I would rather suffer evil the natural way.
Being superior to physical suffering, it sometimes chanced that they were superior to any consolation which the missionaries could offer; and the law to do as you would be done by fell with less persuasiveness on the ears of those who, for their part, did not care how they were done by, who loved their enemies after a new fashion, and came very near freely forgiving them all they did.
Would they not be kinder if they employed themselves there?
Under what latitudes reside the heathen to whom we would send light?
Who is that intemperate and brutal man whom we would redeem?
If, then, we would indeed restore mankind by truly Indian, botanic, magnetic, or natural means, let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our own brows, and take up a little life into our pores.
But I would say to my fellows, once for all, As long as possible live free and uncommitted.
The upright white hewn studs and freshly planed door and window casings gave it a clean and airy look, especially in the morning, when its timbers were saturated with dew, so that I fancied that by noon some sweet gum would exude from them.
If men would steadily observe realities only, and not allow themselves to be deluded, life, to compare it with such things as we know, would be like a fairy tale and the Arabian Nights' Entertainments.
If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets.
If a man should walk through this town and see only the reality, where, think you, would the "Mill-dam" go to?
I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars.
My instinct tells me that my head is an organ for burrowing, as some creatures use their snout and fore paws, and with it I would mine and burrow my way through these hills.
I grew in those seasons like corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would have been.
I too would fain be a track-repairer somewhere in the orbit of the earth.
At evening, the distant lowing of some cow in the horizon beyond the woods sounded sweet and melodious, and at first I would mistake it for the voices of certain minstrels by whom I was sometimes serenaded, who might be straying over hill and dale; but soon I was not unpleasantly disappointed when it was prolonged into the cheap and natural music of the cow.
They would begin to sing almost with as much precision as a clock, within five minutes of a particular time, referred to the setting of the sun, every evening.
Sometimes one would circle round and round me in the woods a few feet distant as if tethered by a string, when probably I was near its eggs.
The note of this once wild Indian pheasant is certainly the most remarkable of any bird's, and if they could be naturalized without being domesticated, it would soon become the most famous sound in our woods, surpassing the clangor of the goose and the hooting of the owl; and then imagine the cackling of the hens to fill the pauses when their lords' clarions rested!
It would put nations on the alert.
Who would not be early to rise, and rise earlier and earlier every successive day of his life, till he became unspeakably healthy, wealthy, and wise?
An old-fashioned man would have lost his senses or died of ennui before this.
If it should continue so long as to cause the seeds to rot in the ground and destroy the potatoes in the low lands, it would still be good for the grass on the uplands, and, being good for the grass, it would be good for me.
In one heavy thunder-shower the lightning struck a large pitch pine across the pond, making a very conspicuous and perfectly regular spiral groove from top to bottom, an inch or more deep, and four or five inches wide, as you would groove a walking-stick.
Men frequently say to me, "I should think you would feel lonesome down there, and want to be nearer to folks, rainy and snowy days and nights especially."
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.
It would be better if there were but one inhabitant to a square mile, as where I live.
Fearing that they would be light-headed for want of food and also sleep, owing to "the savages' barbarous singing, (for they use to sing themselves asleep,)" and that they might get home while they had strength to travel, they departed.
He, too, has heard of Homer, and, "if it were not for books," would "not know what to do rainy days," though perhaps he has not read one wholly through for many rainy seasons.
A more simple and natural man it would be hard to find.
Frequently he would leave his dinner in the bushes, when his dog had caught a woodchuck by the way, and go back a mile and a half to dress it and leave it in the cellar of the house where he boarded, after deliberating first for half an hour whether he could not sink it in the pond safely till nightfall--loving to dwell long upon these themes.
He would say, as he went by in the morning, How thick the pigeons are!
He cut his trees level and close to the ground, that the sprouts which came up afterward might be more vigorous and a sled might slide over the stumps; and instead of leaving a whole tree to support his corded wood, he would pare it away to a slender stake or splinter which you could break off with your hand at last.
Sometimes I saw him at his work in the woods, felling trees, and he would greet me with a laugh of inexpressible satisfaction, and a salutation in Canadian French, though he spoke English as well.
Looking around he would exclaim "By George!"
In the winter he had a fire by which at noon he warmed his coffee in a kettle; and as he sat on a log to eat his dinner the chickadees would sometimes come round and alight on his arm and peck at the potato in his fingers; and he said that he "liked to have the little fellers about him."
He was so genuine and unsophisticated that no introduction would serve to introduce him, more than if you introduced a woodchuck to your neighbor.
He would not play any part.
If you told him that such a one was coming, he did as if he thought that anything so grand would expect nothing of himself, but take all the responsibility on itself, and let him be forgotten still.
It would have suggested many things to a philosopher to have dealings with him.
If an ox were his property, and he wished to get needles and thread at the store, he thought it would be inconvenient and impossible soon to go on mortgaging some portion of the creature each time to that amount.
He would sometimes ask me first on such occasions, if I had made any improvement.
Near at hand, upon the topmost spray of a birch, sings the brown thrasher--or red mavis, as some love to call him--all the morning, glad of your society, that would find out another farmer's field if yours were not here.
But above all harvest as early as possible, if you would escape frosts and have a fair and salable crop; you may save much loss by this means.
I am convinced, that if all men were to live as simply as I then did, thieving and robbery would be unknown.
The Pope's Homers would soon get properly distributed.
If you would know the flavor of huckleberries, ask the cowboy or the partridge.
The shore is composed of a belt of smooth rounded white stones like paving-stones, excepting one or two short sand beaches, and is so steep that in many places a single leap will carry you into water over your head; and were it not for its remarkable transparency, that would be the last to be seen of its bottom till it rose on the opposite side.
The specific name reticulatus would not apply to this; it should be guttatus rather.
Probably many ichthyologists would make new varieties of some of them.
Sometimes it would come floating up to the shore; but when you went toward it, it would go back into deep water and disappear.
They are so much alike that you would say they must be connected under ground.
If they were permanently congealed, and small enough to be clutched, they would, perchance, be carried off by slaves, like precious stones, to adorn the heads of emperors; but being liquid, and ample, and secured to us and our successors forever, we disregard them, and run after the diamond of Kohinoor.
If he and his family would live simply, they might all go a-huckleberrying in the summer for their amusement.
A little bread or a few potatoes would have done as well, with less trouble and filth.
Most men would feel shame if caught preparing with their own hands precisely such a dinner, whether of animal or vegetable food, as is every day prepared for them by others.
I would fain keep sober always; and there are infinite degrees of drunkenness.
Who knows what sort of life would result if we had attained to purity?
If I knew so wise a man as could teach me purity I would go to seek him forthwith.
If you would be chaste, you must be temperate.
If you would avoid uncleanness, and all the sins, work earnestly, though it be at cleaning a stable.
Who would live there where a body can never think for the barking of Bose?
I would advise you to set in the spade down yonder among the ground-nuts, where you see the johnswort waving.
If I should soon bring this meditation to an end, would another so sweet occasion be likely to offer?
If it would do any good, I would whistle for them.
When I was building, one of these had its nest underneath the house, and before I had laid the second floor, and swept out the shavings, would come out regularly at lunch time and pick up the crumbs at my feet.
It probably had never seen a man before; and it soon became quite familiar, and would run over my shoes and up my clothes.
Whether he finally survived that combat, and spent the remainder of his days in some Hotel des Invalides, I do not know; but I thought that his industry would not be worth much thereafter.
If I endeavored to overtake him in a boat, in order to see how he would manoeuvre, he would dive and be completely lost, so that I did not discover him again, sometimes, till the latter part of the day.
He dived again, but I miscalculated the direction he would take, and we were fifty rods apart when he came to the surface this time, for I had helped to widen the interval; and again he laughed long and loud, and with more reason than before.
Sometimes he would come up unexpectedly on the opposite side of me, having apparently passed directly under the boat.
I found that it was as well for me to rest on my oars and wait his reappearing as to endeavor to calculate where he would rise; for again and again, when I was straining my eyes over the surface one way, I would suddenly be startled by his unearthly laugh behind me.
When compelled to rise they would sometimes circle round and round and over the pond at a considerable height, from which they could easily see to other ponds and the river, like black motes in the sky; and, when I thought they had gone off thither long since, they would settle down by a slanting flight of a quarter of a mile on to a distant part which was left free; but what beside safety they got by sailing in the middle of Walden I do not know, unless they love its water for the same reason that I do.
I brought over some whiter and cleaner sand for this purpose from the opposite shore of the pond in a boat, a sort of conveyance which would have tempted me to go much farther if necessary.
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.
It would be easy to cut their threads any time with a little sharper blast from the north.
In some places, within my own remembrance, the pines would scrape both sides of a chaise at once, and women and children who were compelled to go this way to Lincoln alone and on foot did it with fear, and often ran a good part of the distance.
The skin of a woodchuck was freshly stretched upon the back of the house, a trophy of his last Waterloo; but no warm cap or mittens would he want more.
Little did the dusky children think that the puny slip with its two eyes only, which they stuck in the ground in the shadow of the house and daily watered, would root itself so, and outlive them, and house itself in the rear that shaded it, and grown man's garden and orchard, and tell their story faintly to the lone wanderer a half-century after they had grown up and died--blossoming as fair, and smelling as sweet, as in that first spring.
When I made most noise he would stretch out his neck, and erect his neck feathers, and open his eyes wide; but their lids soon fell again, and he began to nod.
I also heard the whooping of the ice in the pond, my great bed-fellow in that part of Concord, as if it were restless in its bed and would fain turn over, were troubled with flatulency and had dreams; or I was waked by the cracking of the ground by the frost, as if some one had driven a team against my door, and in the morning would find a crack in the earth a quarter of a mile long and a third of an inch wide.
They tell me that if the fox would remain in the bosom of the frozen earth he would be safe, or if he would run in a straight line away no foxhound could overtake him; but, having left his pursuers far behind, he stops to rest and listen till they come up, and when he runs he circles round to his old haunts, where the hunters await him.
I remember well one gaunt Nimrod who would catch up a leaf by the roadside and play a strain on it wilder and more melodious, if my memory serves me, than any hunting-horn.
At midnight, when there was a moon, I sometimes met with hounds in my path prowling about the woods, which would skulk out of my way, as if afraid, and stand silent amid the bushes till I had passed.
When I opened my door in the evening, off they would go with a squeak and a bounce.
Early in the morning, while all things are crisp with frost, men come with fishing-reels and slender lunch, and let down their fine lines through the snowy field to take pickerel and perch; wild men, who instinctively follow other fashions and trust other authorities than their townsmen, and by their goings and comings stitch towns together in parts where else they would be ripped.
He would perhaps have placed alder branches over the narrow holes in the ice, which were four or five rods apart and an equal distance from the shore, and having fastened the end of the line to a stick to prevent its being pulled through, have passed the slack line over a twig of the alder, a foot or more above the ice, and tied a dry oak leaf to it, which, being pulled down, would show when he had a bite.
I never chanced to see its kind in any market; it would be the cynosure of all eyes there.
Would it not react on the minds of men?
A factory-owner, hearing what depth I had found, thought that it could not be true, for, judging from his acquaintance with dams, sand would not lie at so steep an angle.
But the deepest ponds are not so deep in proportion to their area as most suppose, and, if drained, would not leave very remarkable valleys.
Of course, a stream running through, or an island in the pond, would make the problem much more complicated.
One has suggested, that if such a "leach-hole" should be found, its connection with the meadow, if any existed, might be proved by conveying some colored powder or sawdust to the mouth of the hole, and then putting a strainer over the spring in the meadow, which would catch some of the particles carried through by the current.
Who would have suspected so large and cold and thick-skinned a thing to be so sensitive?
Who knows what the human body would expand and flow out to under a more genial heaven?
I knew that it would not rain any more.
Our village life would stagnate if it were not for the unexplored forests and meadows which surround it.
One hastens to southern Africa to chase the giraffe; but surely that is not the game he would be after.
How long, pray, would a man hunt giraffes if he could?
Is it the source of the Nile, or the Niger, or the Mississippi, or a Northwest Passage around this continent, that we would find?
Some would find fault with the morning red, if they ever got up early enough.
If I were confined to a corner of a garret all my days, like a spider, the world would be just as large to me while I had my thoughts about me.
I would not be one of those who will foolishly drive a nail into mere lath and plastering; such a deed would keep me awake nights.
Drive a nail home and clinch it so faithfully that you can wake up in the night and think of your work with satisfaction--a work at which you would not be ashamed to invoke the Muse.
How long shall we sit in our porticoes practising idle and musty virtues, which any work would make impertinent?
Witness the present Mexican war, the work of comparatively a few individuals using the standing government as their tool; for, in the outset, the people would not have consented to this measure.
Let every man make known what kind of government would command his respect, and that will be one step toward obtaining it.
This, according to Paley, would be inconvenient.
But he that would save his life, in such a case, shall lose it.
I quarrel not with far-off foes, but with those who, near at home, co-operate with, and do the bidding of those far away, and without whom the latter would be harmless.
They think that, if they should resist, the remedy would be worse than the evil.
Why does it not encourage its citizens to be on the alert to point out its faults, and do better than it would have them?
One would think, that a deliberate and practical denial of its authority was the only offence never contemplated by government; else, why has it not assigned its definite, its suitable and proportionate, penalty?
If a thousand men were not to pay their tax-bills this year, that would not be a violent and bloody measure, as it would be to pay them, and enable the State to commit violence and shed innocent blood.
If there were one who lived wholly without the use of money, the State itself would hesitate to demand it of him.
It puts to rest many questions which he would otherwise be taxed to answer; while the only new question which it puts is the hard but superfluous one, how to spend it.
It costs me less in every sense to incur the penalty of disobedience to the State than it would to obey.
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.
I know of those whose serene and wise speculations on this theme would soon reveal the limits of his mind's range and hospitality.
If we were left solely to the wordy wit of legislators in Congress for our guidance, uncorrected by the seasonable experience and the effectual complaints of the people, America would not long retain her rank among the nations.
"What would you have me do?" he said at last.
"I knew you would be here," replied Pierre.
Prince Vasili knew this, and having once realized that if he asked on behalf of all who begged of him, he would soon be unable to ask for himself, he became chary of using his influence.
She returned to the group where the vicomte was still talking, and again pretended to listen, while waiting till it would be time to leave.
Before Anna Pavlovna and the others had time to smile their appreciation of the vicomte's epigram, Pierre again broke into the conversation, and though Anna Pavlovna felt sure he would say something inappropriate, she was unable to stop him.
And Prince Hippolyte began to tell his story in such Russian as a Frenchman would speak after spending about a year in Russia.
"If no one fought except on his own conviction, there would be no wars," he said.
"What would you have, my dear fellow?" answered Pierre, shrugging his shoulders.
Anatole kept on refilling Pierre's glass while explaining that Dolokhov was betting with Stevens, an English naval officer, that he would drink a bottle of rum sitting on the outer ledge of the third floor window with his legs hanging out.
Pierre again covered his eyes and thought he would never open them again.
No one would let you!...
The countess looked at her callers, smiling affably, but not concealing the fact that she would not be distressed if they now rose and took their leave.
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.
I thought they would never go, said the countess, when she had seen her guests out.
Natasha, very still, peered out from her ambush, waiting to see what he would do.
Would you like to kiss me? she whispered almost inaudibly, glancing up at him from under her brows, smiling, and almost crying from excitement.
"If you had told me sooner, Mamma, I would have gone," she replied as she rose to go to her own room.
But, Nataly, you know my love for my son: I would do anything for his happiness!
Would you believe it, I have literally not a penny and don't know how to equip Boris.
"If only I knew that anything besides humiliation would come of it..." answered her son coldly.
Evidently the prince understood her, and also understood, as he had done at Anna Pavlovna's, that it would be difficult to get rid of Anna Mikhaylovna.
"Would not such a meeting be too trying for him, dear Anna Mikhaylovna?" said he.
Pierre smiled in his good-natured way as if afraid for his companion's sake that the latter might say something he would afterwards regret.
As often happens in early youth, especially to one who leads a lonely life, he felt an unaccountable tenderness for this young man and made up his mind that they would be friends.
"When would you like them, your excellency?" asked Dmitri.
One would not know him, he is so ill!
His conversation always related entirely to himself; he would remain calm and silent when the talk related to any topic that had no direct bearing on himself.
It would be better if you went to the war.
Natasha only desisted when she had been told that there would be pineapple ice.
But Nicholas is my cousin... one would have to... the Metropolitan himself... and even then it can't be done.
Yes, these verses Nicholas wrote himself and I copied some others, and she found them on my table and said she'd show them to Mamma, and that I was ungrateful, and that Mamma would never allow him to marry me, but that he'll marry Julie.
Do you understand that in consideration of the count's services, his request would be granted?...
"That would be a fine thing!" said she.
"Who sacrificed everything for him," chimed in the princess, who would again have risen had not the prince still held her fast, "though he never could appreciate it.
It's that protege of yours, that sweet Princess Drubetskaya, that Anna Mikhaylovna whom I would not take for a housemaid... the infamous, vile woman!
Last winter she wheedled herself in here and told the count such vile, disgraceful things about us, especially about Sophie--I can't repeat them--that it made the count quite ill and he would not see us for a whole fortnight.
Pierre did not eat anything though he would very much have liked to.
"I know, my dear, kind princess," said Anna Mikhaylovna, seizing the portfolio so firmly that it was plain she would not let go easily.
Their efforts in the struggle for the portfolio were the only sounds audible, but it was evident that if the princess did speak, her words would not be flattering to Anna Mikhaylovna.
She said the count had died as she would herself wish to die, that his end was not only touching but edifying.
With those about him, from his daughter to his serfs, the prince was sharp and invariably exacting, so that without being a hardhearted man he inspired such fear and respect as few hardhearted men would have aroused.
If I were asked what I desire most on earth, it would be to be poorer than the poorest beggar.
I do not allow myself to judge him and would not have others do so.
Wants to vanquish Buonaparte? said the old man, shaking his powdered head as much as the tail, which Tikhon was holding fast to plait, would allow.
Michael Ivanovich did not at all know when "you and I" had said such things about Bonaparte, but understanding that he was wanted as a peg on which to hang the prince's favorite topic, he looked inquiringly at the young prince, wondering what would follow.
It would have puzzled the devil himself!
"That would take too long to tell," answered the son.
Her brother would have taken the icon, but she stopped him.
Andrew did not tell his father that he would no doubt live a long time yet.
It would not be turned off the field even on the Tsaritsin Meadow.
With this object he intended to meet the regiment; so the worse the condition it was in, the better pleased the commander- in-chief would be.
And believe me on my honour that to me personally it would be a pleasure to hand over the supreme command of the army into the hands of a better informed and more skillful general--of whom Austria has so many--and to lay down all this heavy responsibility.
When he saw Mack and heard the details of his disaster he understood that half the campaign was lost, understood all the difficulties of the Russian army's position, and vividly imagined what awaited it and the part he would have to play.
He waited a moment to see whether the cornet would answer, but he turned and went out of the corridor.
"No, but what I should like," added he, munching a pie in his moist-lipped handsome mouth, "would be to slip in over there."
That would be fine, gentlemen!
"Would not your excellency like a little refreshment?" he said.
Your fine cords would soon get a bit rubbed, said an infantryman, wiping the mud off his face with his sleeve.
Next he thought that his enemy would send the squadron on a desperate attack just to punish him--Rostov.
Then he imagined how, after the attack, Bogdanich would come up to him as he lay wounded and would magnanimously extend the hand of reconciliation.
You said the bridge would be burned, but who would it burn, I could not know by the holy spirit!
"I will the bridge fire," he said in a solemn tone as if to announce that in spite of all the unpleasantness he had to endure he would still do the right thing.
And who then would give us the Vladimir medal and ribbon?
"If I were Tsar I would never go to war," said Nesvitski, turning away.
Reviewing his impressions of the recent battle, picturing pleasantly to himself the impression his news of a victory would create, or recalling the send-off given him by the commander-in-chief and his fellow officers, Prince Andrew was galloping along in a post chaise enjoying the feelings of a man who has at length begun to attain a long-desired happiness.
He vividly imagined the casual questions that might be put to him and the answers he would give.
Besides it was pleasant, after his reception by the Austrians, to speak if not in Russian (for they were speaking French) at least with a Russian who would, he supposed, share the general Russian antipathy to the Austrians which was then particularly strong.
He was one of those, who, liking work, knew how to do it, and despite his indolence would sometimes spend a whole night at his writing table.
Now his forehead would pucker into deep folds and his eyebrows were lifted, then his eyebrows would descend and deep wrinkles would crease his cheeks.
That would be too base.
If we were in Vienna it would be easy, but here, in this wretched Moravian hole, it is more difficult, and I beg you all to help me.
"I cannot inform Your Majesty at what o'clock the battle began at the front, but at Durrenstein, where I was, our attack began after five in the afternoon," replied Bolkonski growing more animated and expecting that he would have a chance to give a reliable account, which he had ready in his mind, of all he knew and had seen.
Listening to Bilibin he was already imagining how on reaching the army he would give an opinion at the war council which would be the only one that could save the army, and how he alone would be entrusted with the executing of the plan.
We are Macked), he concluded, feeling that he had produced a good epigram, a fresh one that would be repeated.
That same night, having taken leave of the Minister of War, Bolkonski set off to rejoin the army, not knowing where he would find it and fearing to be captured by the French on the way to Krems.
If Kutuzov decided to remain at Krems, Napoleon's army of one hundred and fifty thousand men would cut him off completely and surround his exhausted army of forty thousand, and he would find himself in the position of Mack at Ulm.
If Kutuzov decided to retreat along the road from Krems to Olmutz, to unite with the troops arriving from Russia, he risked being forestalled on that road by the French who had crossed the Vienna bridge, and encumbered by his baggage and transport, having to accept battle on the march against an enemy three times as strong, who would hem him in from two sides.
Kutuzov's expectations that the proposals of capitulation (which were in no way binding) might give time for part of the transport to pass, and also that Murat's mistake would very soon be discovered, proved correct.
I would have offered you something.
One would think that as an artillery officer you would set a good example, yet here you are without your boots!
All their faces were as serene as if all this were happening at home awaiting peaceful encampment, and not within sight of the enemy before an action in which at least half of them would be left on the field.
"No, friend," said a pleasant and, as it seemed to Prince Andrew, a familiar voice, "what I say is that if it were possible to know what is beyond death, none of us would be afraid of it.
No one had given Tushin orders where and at what to fire, but after consulting his sergeant major, Zakharchenko, for whom he had great respect, he had decided that it would be a good thing to set fire to the village.
The officer of the suite ventured to remark to the prince that if these battalions went away, the guns would remain without support.
At that moment he was clearly thinking of nothing but how dashing a fellow he would appear as he passed the commander.
All were conscious of this unseen line, and the question whether they would cross it or not, and how they would cross it, agitated them all.
"If only they would be quick!" thought Rostov, feeling that at last the time had come to experience the joy of an attack of which he had so often heard from his fellow hussars.
Would this disorderly crowd of soldiers attend to the voice of their commander, or would they, disregarding him, continue their flight?
Would this disorderly crowd of soldiers attend to the voice of their commander, or would they, disregarding him, continue their flight?
He tried to get away from them, but they would not for an instant let his shoulder move a hair's breadth.
It would not ache--it would be well--if only they did not pull it, but it was impossible to get rid of them.
It seemed so natural to Pierre that everyone should like him, and it would have seemed so unnatural had anyone disliked him, that he could not but believe in the sincerity of those around him.
With her the least worldly of men would occupy a most brilliant position in society.
How and when this would be he did not know, he did not even know if it would be a good thing (he even felt, he knew not why, that it would be a bad thing), but he knew it would happen.
Why did this thought never occur to me before? and again he told himself that it was impossible, that there would be something unnatural, and as it seemed to him dishonorable, in this marriage.
Pierre knew that everyone was waiting for him to say a word and cross a certain line, and he knew that sooner or later he would step across it, but an incomprehensible terror seized him at the thought of that dreadful step.
Or he would suddenly feel ashamed of he knew not what.
Then it would suddenly seem to him that it was not she but he was so unusually beautiful, and that that was why they all looked so at him, and flattered by this general admiration he would expand his chest, raise his head, and rejoice at his good fortune.
Old Prince Nicholas Bolkonski received a letter from Prince Vasili in November, 1805, announcing that he and his son would be paying him a visit.
I'll teach you to think! and lifting his stick he swung it and would have hit Alpatych, the overseer, had not the latter instinctively avoided the blow.
To tell them that she felt ashamed for herself and for them would be to betray her agitation, while to decline their offers to dress her would prolong their banter and insistence.
It was not the dress, but the face and whole figure of Princess Mary that was not pretty, but neither Mademoiselle Bourienne nor the little princess felt this; they still thought that if a blue ribbon were placed in the hair, the hair combed up, and the blue scarf arranged lower on the best maroon dress, and so on, all would be well.
They forgot that the frightened face and the figure could not be altered, and that however they might change the setting and adornment of that face, it would still remain piteous and plain.
"And didn't Hippolyte tell you?" asked Prince Vasili, turning to his son and seizing the little princess' arm as if she would have run away and he had just managed to catch her, "didn't he tell you how he himself was pining for the dear princess, and how she showed him the door?
When he saw the pretty little Bourienne, Anatole came to the conclusion that he would not find Bald Hills dull either.
And who would marry Marie for love?
Prince Vasili had brought his son with the evident intention of proposing, and today or tomorrow he would probably ask for an answer.
He would carry her away and then sa pauvre mere would appear and he would marry her.
He kept telling himself that he would consider the whole matter and decide what was right and how he should act, but instead of that he only excited himself more and more.
The old prince knew that if he told his daughter she was making a mistake and that Anatole meant to flirt with Mademoiselle Bourienne, Princess Mary's self-esteem would be wounded and his point (not to be parted from her) would be gained, so pacifying himself with this thought, he called Tikhon and began to undress.
Anna Mikhaylovna sat down beside him, with her own handkerchief wiped the tears from his eyes and from the letter, then having dried her own eyes she comforted the count, and decided that at dinner and till teatime she would prepare the countess, and after tea, with God's help, would inform her.
Now that he was already an officer and a wounded hero, would it be right to remind him of herself and, as it might seem, of the obligations to her he had taken on himself?
As twenty years before, it seemed impossible that the little creature who lived somewhere under her heart would ever cry, suck her breast, and begin to speak, so now she could not believe that that little creature could be this strong, brave man, this model son and officer that, judging by this letter, he now was.
I did not think he would get it to you so quickly....
This letter would be of great use to you.
He would drink with you.
Would you believe it, Count, I was not at all alarmed, because I knew I was right.
Rostov was a truthful young man and would on no account have told a deliberate lie.
Berg took the opportunity to ask, with great politeness, whether, as was rumored, the allowance of forage money to captains of companies would be doubled.
"Oh God, what would happen to me if the Emperor spoke to me?" thought Rostov.
How gladly would he have died at once for his Tsar!
Rostov too, bending over his saddle, shouted "Hurrah!" with all his might, feeling that he would like to injure himself by that shout, if only to express his rapture fully.
When the review was over, the newly arrived officers, and also Kutuzov's, collected in groups and began to talk about the awards, about the Austrians and their uniforms, about their lines, about Bonaparte, and how badly the latter would fare now, especially if the Essen corps arrived and Prussia took our side.
All were then more confident of victory than the winning of two battles would have made them.
When he entered, Prince Andrew, his eyes drooping contemptuously (with that peculiar expression of polite weariness which plainly says, "If it were not my duty I would not talk to you for a moment"), was listening to an old Russian general with decorations, who stood very erect, almost on tiptoe, with a soldier's obsequious expression on his purple face, reporting something.
He would say a lot of pleasant things, ask you to dinner" ("That would not be bad as regards the unwritten code," thought Boris), "but nothing more would come of it.
Under cover of obtaining help of this kind for another, which from pride he would never accept for himself, he kept in touch with the circle which confers success and which attracted him.
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.
I won't say he is out of sorts, but I fancy he would like to be heard.
"If he could attack us, he would have done so today," said he.
Oh, how I would guard him, how I would tell him the truth, how I would unmask his deceivers!
I saw them this evening on that knoll; if they had retreated they would have withdrawn from that too....
How it would come about he did not know, but he felt sure it would do so.
It was there Prince Andrew thought the fight would concentrate.
The Tsar looked intently and observantly into Kutuzov's eye waiting to hear whether he would say anything more.
Nesvitski with an angry face, red and unlike himself, was shouting to Kutuzov that if he did not ride away at once he would certainly be taken prisoner.
"Hurrah!" shouted Prince Andrew, and, scarcely able to hold up the heavy standard, he ran forward with full confidence that the whole battalion would follow him.
Bagration knew that as the distance between the two flanks was more than six miles, even if the messenger were not killed (which he very likely would be), and found the commander-in-chief (which would be very difficult), he would not be able to get back before evening.
Rostov considered, and then went in the direction where they said he would be killed.
"What would she feel," thought he, "if she saw me here now on this field with the cannon aimed at me?"
The ice bore him but it swayed and creaked, and it was plain that it would give way not only under a cannon or a crowd, but very soon even under his weight alone.
At that moment it meant nothing to him who might be standing over him, or what was said of him; he was only glad that people were standing near him and only wished that they would help him and bring him back to life, which seemed to him so beautiful now that he had today learned to understand it so differently.
How good it would be to know where to seek for help in this life, and what to expect after it beyond the grave!
Besides, Sonya is so charming that only a fool would renounce such happiness.
His looks thanked her for offering him his freedom and told her that one way or another he would never cease to love her, for that would be impossible.
To him the club entrusted the arrangement of the festival in honor of Bagration, for few men knew so well how to arrange a feast on an open-handed, hospitable scale, and still fewer men would be so well able and willing to make up out of their own resources what might be needed for the success of the fete.
Now, if you would only help a bit!
At that time, the Russians were so used to victories that on receiving news of the defeat some would simply not believe it, while others sought some extraordinary explanation of so strange an event.
He walked shyly and awkwardly over the parquet floor of the reception room, not knowing what to do with his hands; he was more accustomed to walk over a plowed field under fire, as he had done at the head of the Kursk regiment at Schon Grabern--and he would have found that easier.
Someone obligingly took the dish from Bagration (or he would, it seemed, have held it till evening and have gone in to dinner with it) and drew his attention to the verses.
All were silent, waiting for what he would say.
It would be particularly pleasant to him to dishonor my name and ridicule me, just because I have exerted myself on his behalf, befriended him, and helped him.
I know and understand what a spice that would add to the pleasure of deceiving me, if it really were true.
Despite Denisov's request that he would take no part in the matter, Rostov agreed to be Dolokhov's second, and after dinner he discussed the arrangements for the duel with Nesvitski, Bezukhov's second.
But just at moments when such thoughts occurred to him, he would ask in a particularly calm and absent-minded way, which inspired the respect of the onlookers, Will it be long?
When he had become a little quieter, he explained to Rostov that he was living with his mother, who, if she saw him dying, would not survive it.
God knows what he would have done at that moment had Helene not fled from the room.
"No it can't be, that would be too extraordinary," and at the very moment she thought this, the face and figure of Prince Andrew, in a fur cloak the deep collar of which covered with snow, appeared on the landing where the footman stood with the candle.
"You did not get my letter?" he asked, and not waiting for a reply-- which he would not have received, for the princess was unable to speak-- he turned back, rapidly mounted the stairs again with the doctor who had entered the hall after him (they had met at the last post station), and again embraced his sister.
"Yes, Count," she would say, "he is too noble and pure-souled for our present, depraved world.
I don't care a straw about anyone but those I love; but those I love, I love so that I would give my life for them, and the others I'd throttle if they stood in my way.
And Sonya, though she would never have dared to say so, knew it and blushed scarlet every time Dolokhov appeared.
For the Rostov family the whole interest of these preparations for war lay in the fact that Nicholas would not hear of remaining in Moscow, and only awaited the termination of Denisov's furlough after Christmas to return with him to their regiment.
"Where would I not go at the countess' command!" said Denisov, who at the Rostovs' had jocularly assumed the role of Natasha's knight.
"I told you, but you would not believe it," she said triumphantly.
Denisov did not take his eyes off her and beat time with his saber in a way that clearly indicated that if he was not dancing it was because he would not and not because he could not.
First he spun her round, holding her now with his left, now with his right hand, then falling on one knee he twirled her round him, and again jumping up, dashed so impetuously forward that it seemed as if he would rush through the whole suite of rooms without drawing breath, and then he suddenly stopped and performed some new and unexpected steps.
Rostov had not seen him since his proposal and Sonya's refusal and felt uncomfortable at the thought of how they would meet.
Nicholas had replied that it would be more than enough for him and that he gave his word of honor not to take anything more till the spring.
He knew what a shock he would inflict on his father and mother by the news of this loss, he knew what a relief it would be to escape it all, and felt that Dolokhov knew that he could save him from all this shame and sorrow, but wanted now to play with him as a cat does with a mouse.
I told you it would not be enough.
"Vasili Dmitrich, I thank you for the honor," she said, with an embarrassed voice, though it sounded severe to Denisov--"but my daughter is so young, and I thought that, as my son's friend, you would have addressed yourself first to me.
In that case you would not have obliged me to give this refusal.
"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..."
At the Torzhok post station, either there were no horses or the postmaster would not supply them.
The postmaster came in and began obsequiously to beg his excellency to wait only two hours, when, come what might, he would let his excellency have the courier horses.
The servant brought back his tumbler turned upside down, * with an unfinished bit of nibbled sugar, and asked if anything more would be wanted.
The Mason looked intently at Pierre and smiled as a rich man with millions in hand might smile at a poor fellow who told him that he, poor man, had not the five rubles that would make him happy.
"If He were not," he said quietly, "you and I would not be speaking of Him, my dear sir.
With my whole soul I wish to be what you would have me be, but I have never had help from anyone....
To Pierre's inquiries as to what he must do and how he should answer, Willarski only replied that brothers more worthy than he would test him and that Pierre had only to tell the truth.
He felt afraid of what would happen to him and still more afraid of showing his fear.
The candles were then extinguished and some spirit lighted, as Pierre knew by the smell, and he was told that he would now see the lesser light.
Then the candles were relit and he was told that he would see the full light; the bandage was again removed and more than ten voices said together: "Sic transit gloria mundi."
Pierre would have liked to subscribe all he had, but fearing that it might look like pride subscribed the same amount as the others.
On the previous evening at the Lodge, he had heard that a rumor of his duel had reached the Emperor and that it would be wiser for him to leave Petersburg.
Vienna considers the bases of the proposed treaty so unattainable that not even a continuity of most brilliant successes would secure them, and she doubts the means we have of gaining them.
Everywhere preparations were made not for ceremonious welcomes (which he knew Pierre would not like), but for just such gratefully religious ones, with offerings of icons and the bread and salt of hospitality, as, according to his understanding of his master, would touch and delude him.
He quickly entered the small reception room with its still-unplastered wooden walls redolent of pine, and would have gone farther, but Anton ran ahead on tiptoe and knocked at a door.
It was as if Prince Andrew would have liked to sympathize with what Pierre was saying, but could not.
And would you now like to look round my place?
I go to bed after two in the morning, thoughts come and I can't sleep but toss about till dawn, because I think and can't help thinking, just as he can't help plowing and mowing; if he didn't, he would go to the drink shop or fall ill.
Just as I could not stand his terrible physical labor but should die of it in a week, so he could not stand my physical idleness, but would grow fat and die.
It would be far easier and simpler for him to die.
It would be different if you grudged losing a laborer--that's how I regard him--but you want to cure him from love of him.
One would sit without moving, undertaking nothing....
But as soon as he thought of what he should say, he felt that Prince Andrew with one word, one argument, would upset all his teaching, and he shrank from beginning, afraid of exposing to possible ridicule what to him was precious and sacred.
Pierre was maintaining that a time would come when there would be no more wars.
In answer to Rostov's renewed questions, Denisov said, laughing, that he thought he remembered that some other fellow had got mixed up in it, but that it was all nonsense and rubbish, and he did not in the least fear any kind of trial, and that if those scoundrels dared attack him he would give them an answer that they would not easily forget.
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 glanced round, looking for someone who would put this man back in his place and bring him water.
They say great rewards will now be distributed, and surely a pardon would be granted....
Only recently, talking with one of Platov's Cossack officers, Rostov had argued that if Napoleon were taken prisoner he would be treated not as a sovereign, but as a criminal.
I think it would be best not to bring it before the Emperor, but to apply to the commander of the corps....
He would understand on whose side justice lies.
And even if they did arrest me for being here, what would it matter? thought he, looking at an officer who was entering the house the Emperor occupied.
Napoleon merely laid the cross on Lazarev's breast and, dropping his hand, turned toward Alexander as though sure that the cross would adhere there.
He did not even remember how formerly, on the strength of similar wretched logical arguments, it had seemed obvious that he would be degrading himself if he now, after the lessons he had had in life, allowed himself to believe in the possibility of being useful and in the possibility of happiness or love.
Then he would turn away to the portrait of his dead Lise, who with hair curled a la grecque looked tenderly and gaily at him out of the gilt frame.
"My dear," Princess Mary entering at such a moment would say, "little Nicholas can't go out today, it's very cold."
"If it were hot," Prince Andrew would reply at such times very dryly to his sister, "he could go out in his smock, but as it is cold he must wear warm clothes, which were designed for that purpose.
At such moments Princess Mary would think how intellectual work dries men up.
Prince Andrew for the second time asked the adjutant on duty to take in his name, but received an ironical look and was told that his turn would come in due course.
He spoke slowly, with assurance that he would be listened to, and he looked only at the person with whom he was conversing.
On returning home in the evening he would jot down in his notebook four or five necessary calls or appointments for certain hours.
Had Speranski sprung from the same class as himself and possessed the same breeding and traditions, Bolkonski would soon have discovered his weak, human, unheroic sides; but as it was, Speranski's strange and logical turn of mind inspired him with respect all the more because he did not quite understand him.
In Prince Andrew's eyes Speranski was the man he would himself have wished to be--one who explained all the facts of life reasonably, considered important only what was rational, and was capable of applying the standard of reason to everything.
But nobody possesses it, so what would you have?
Pierre did not answer him and asked briefly whether his proposal would be accepted.
He was told that it would not, and without waiting for the usual formalities he left the lodge and went home.
At the end of the letter she informed him that in a few days she would return to Petersburg from abroad.
Had his wife come to him, he would not have turned her away.
Suddenly a smallish dog seized my left thigh with its teeth and would not let go.
A few days before the wedding Berg entered the count's study early one morning and, with a pleasant smile, respectfully asked his future father-in-law to let him know what Vera's dowry would be.
But Berg, smiling pleasantly, explained that if he did not know for certain how much Vera would have and did not receive at least part of the dowry in advance, he would have to break matters off.
"Nowadays old friends are not remembered," the countess would say when Boris was mentioned.
It seemed to him that he ought to have an explanation with Natasha and tell her that the old times must be forgotten, that in spite of everything... she could not be his wife, that he had no means, and they would never let her marry him.
He would have embraced her but, blushing, she stepped aside fearing to be rumpled.
The prospect was so splendid that she hardly believed it would come true, so out of keeping was it with the chill darkness and closeness of the carriage.
They must know how I long to dance, how splendidly I dance, and how they would enjoy dancing with me.
Prince Andrew did not laugh and feared that he would be a damper on the spirits of the company, but no one took any notice of his being out of harmony with the general mood.
Berg explained so clearly why he wanted to collect at his house a small but select company, and why this would give him pleasure, and why though he grudged spending money on cards or anything harmful, he was prepared to run into some expense for the sake of good society--that Pierre could not refuse, and promised to come.
"If only they would let me end my days as I want to," thought the old man, "then they might do as they please."
Thirdly, he had a son whom it would be a pity to entrust to a chit of a girl.
Mind, the last... concluded the prince, in a tone which showed that nothing would make him alter his decision.
A footman wanted to come in to clear away something in the room but she would not let him, and having closed the door behind him continued her walk.
Yes, at once, that very instant, her fate would be decided.
If after six months she felt that she did not love him she would have full right to reject him.
Sometimes the others would get up and go away and the couple, left alone, still remained silent.
Prince Andrew blushed, as he often did now--Natasha particularly liked it in him--and said that his son would not live with them.
Sometimes the old count would come up, kiss Prince Andrew, and ask his advice about Petya's education or Nicholas' service.
Whatever was spoken of he would bring round to the superstitiousness of old maids, or the petting and spoiling of children.
Prince Andrew wants a son and not an old maid, he would say.
Or, turning to Mademoiselle Bourienne, he would ask her in Princess Mary's presence how she liked our village priests and icons and would joke about them.
I do not think he would choose her for a wife, and frankly I do not wish it.
The princess was about to reply, but her father would not let her speak and, raising his voice more and more, cried:
Rostov had become a bluff, good-natured fellow, whom his Moscow acquaintances would have considered rather bad form, but who was liked and respected by his comrades, subordinates, and superiors, and was well contented with his life.
He felt that sooner or later he would have to re-enter that whirlpool of life, with its embarrassments and affairs to be straightened out, its accounts with stewards, quarrels, and intrigues, its ties, society, and with Sonya's love and his promise to her.
It was all dreadfully difficult and complicated; and he replied to his mother in cold, formal letters in French, beginning: "My dear Mamma," and ending: "Your obedient son," which said nothing of when he would return.
In 1810 he received letters from his parents, in which they told him of Natasha's engagement to Bolkonski, and that the wedding would be in a year's time because the old prince made difficulties.
She wrote that if he did not come and take matters in hand, their whole property would be sold by auction and they would all have to go begging.
The countess, who heard at once from the maids what had happened at the lodge, was calmed by the thought that now their affairs would certainly improve, but on the other hand felt anxious as to the effect this excitement might have on her son.
We are going, but only wolf hunting: it would be dull for you.
He understands the matter so well that Daniel and I are often quite astounded, said Simon, well knowing what would please his master.
Yes, one would have to search far to find another as smart.
He made thousands of different conjectures as to where and from what side the beast would come and how he would set upon it.
"What would it be to Thee to do this for me?" he said to God.
Nicholas could already see not far in front of him the wood where the wolf would certainly escape should she reach it.
Nicholas and his attendant, with "Uncle" and his huntsman, were all riding round the wolf, crying "ulyulyu!" shouting and preparing to dismount each moment that the wolf crouched back, and starting forward again every time she shook herself and moved toward the wood where she would be safe.
Nicholas dismounted, and with Natasha and Petya, who had ridden up, stopped near the hounds, waiting to see how the matter would end.
Having ridden up to Nicholas, Ilagin raised his beaver cap and said he much regretted what had occurred and would have the man punished who had allowed himself to seize a fox hunted by someone else's borzois.
Natasha, afraid that her brother would do something dreadful, had followed him in some excitement.
"Yes, she's fast enough," replied Nicholas, and thought: "If only a full-grown hare would cross the field now I'd show you what sort of borzoi she is," and turning to his groom, he said he would give a ruble to anyone who found a hare.
At the very moment when she would have seized her prey, the hare moved and darted along the balk between the winter rye and the stubble.
Natasha felt so lighthearted and happy in these novel surroundings that she only feared the trap would come for her too soon.
Where, how, and when had this young countess, educated by an emigree French governess, imbibed from the Russian air she breathed that spirit and obtained that manner which the pas de chale * would, one would have supposed, long ago have effaced?
It is as if he thought my Bolkonski would not approve of or understand our gaiety.
But he would understand it all.
Well, you see, first I thought that Rugay, the red hound, was like Uncle, and that if he were a man he would always keep Uncle near him, if not for his riding, then for his manner.
She felt this to be their last hope and that if Nicholas refused the match she had found for him, she would have to abandon the hope of ever getting matters right.
I would sacrifice anything for you--even my feelings.
She seemed to be trying whether any of them would get angry or sulky with her; but the serfs fulfilled no one's orders so readily as they did hers.
What she drew from the guitar would have had no meaning for other listeners, but in her imagination a whole series of reminiscences arose from those sounds.
Oh, if only he would come quicker!
Her maternal instinct told her that Natasha had too much of something, and that because of this she would not be happy.
But the countess would not agree to his going; he had had a bad leg all these last days.
It was decided that the count must not go, but that if Louisa Ivanovna (Madame Schoss) would go with them, the young ladies might go to the Melyukovs', Sonya, generally so timid and shy, more urgently than anyone begging Louisa Ivanovna not to refuse.
They were quietly dropping melted wax into snow and looking at the shadows the wax figures would throw on the wall, when they heard the steps and voices of new arrivals in the vestibule.
Sometimes, as she looked at the strange but amusing capers cut by the dancers, who--having decided once for all that being disguised, no one would recognize them--were not at all shy, Pelageya Danilovna hid her face in her handkerchief, and her whole stout body shook with irrepressible, kindly, elderly laughter.
But none of you would go?
He knew Sonya would pass that way.
They talked of how they would live when they were married, how their husbands would be friends, and how happy they would be.
It would be too good! said Natasha, rising and going to the looking glasses.
Nicholas, for the first time, felt that his mother was displeased with him and that, despite her love for him, she would not give way.
He first implored her to forgive him and Sonya and consent to their marriage, then he threatened that if she molested Sonya he would at once marry her secretly.
The countess, with a coldness her son had never seen in her before, replied that he was of age, that Prince Andrew was marrying without his father's consent, and he could do the same, but that she would never receive that intriguer as her daughter.
Exploding at the word intriguer, Nicholas, raising his voice, told his mother he had never expected her to try to force him to sell his feelings, but if that were so, he would say for the last time....
But he had no time to utter the decisive word which the expression of his face caused his mother to await with terror, and which would perhaps have forever remained a cruel memory to them both.
The thought that her best days, which she would have employed in loving him, were being vainly wasted, with no advantage to anyone, tormented her incessantly.
She did not go out into society; everyone knew that her father would not let her go anywhere without him, and his failing health prevented his going out himself, so that she was not invited to dinners and evening parties.
The idea that at the first moment of receiving the news of his son's intentions had occurred to him in jest--that if Andrew got married he himself would marry Bourienne--had evidently pleased him, and latterly he had persistently, and as it seemed to Princess Mary merely to offend her, shown special endearments to the companion and expressed his dissatisfaction with his daughter by demonstrations of love of Bourienne.
If only some fool would marry her!
"One would have thought quill drivers enough had sprung up," remarked the old prince.
"It would be a relief," thought she, "if I ventured to confide what I am feeling to someone.
It would be a relief.
He would give me advice.
Would you marry him?
"Oh, my God, Count, there are moments when I would marry anybody!" she cried suddenly to her own surprise and with tears in her voice.
I wish they would come sooner.
He spent every day and whole days at the Karagins', and every day on thinking the matter over told himself that he would propose tomorrow.
Julie was offended and replied that it was true that a woman needs variety, and the same thing over and over again would weary anyone.
The princess told the count that she would be delighted, and only begged him to stay longer at Anna Semenovna's, and he departed.
I would not be silly and afraid of things, I would simply embrace him, cling to him, and make him look at me with those searching inquiring eyes with which he has so often looked at me, and then I would make him laugh as he used to laugh.
They swear by him, they offer him to you as they would a dish of choice sterlet.
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.
He believed this so firmly that others, looking at him, were persuaded of it too and did not refuse him either a leading place in society or money, which he borrowed from anyone and everyone and evidently would not repay.
She continually fancied that either he would never come or that something would happen to her before he came.
My husband is away in Tver or I would send him to fetch you.
In answer to the count's inquiries she replied that things were all right and that she would tell about it next day.
She so wanted a word from him that would explain to her what had happened and to which she could find no answer.
If the old man came round it would be all the better to visit him in Moscow or at Bald Hills later on; and if not, the wedding, against his wishes, could only be arranged at Otradnoe.
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.
Love would conquer all.
He would steal her away and carry her off to the ends of the earth.
At Kamenka a relay of horses was to wait which would take them to the Warsaw highroad, and from there they would hasten abroad with post horses.
More than once they had beaten him, and more than once they had made him drunk on champagne and Madeira, which he loved; and he knew more than one thing about each of them which would long ago have sent an ordinary man to Siberia.
In their service he risked his skin and his life twenty times a year, and in their service had lost more horses than the money he had from them would buy.
Only a couple of times a year--when he knew from their valets that they had money in hand--he would turn up of a morning quite sober and with a deep bow would ask them to help him.
And Anatole and Dolokhov, when they had money, would give him a thousand or a couple of thousand rubles.
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.
She was evidently expecting news of him and that he would come or would write to her.
"If only Prince Andrew would hurry up and come and marry her!" thought he on his way to the house.
Natasha is not quite well; she's in her room and would like to see you.
Prince Andrew, as if trying to remember whether he had something more to say, or waiting to see if Pierre would say anything, looked fixedly at him.
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.
He felt the tears trickle under his spectacles and hoped they would not be noticed.
If I were not myself, but the handsomest, cleverest, and best man in the world, and were free, I would this moment ask on my knees for your hand and your love!
The colonel of the Polish uhlans, a handsome old man, flushed and, fumbling in his speech from excitement, asked the aide-de-camp whether he would be permitted to swim the river with his uhlans instead of seeking a ford.
The aide-de-camp replied that probably the Emperor would not be displeased at this excess of zeal.
The reasons on which the Duc de Bassano based his refusal to deliver them to him would never have led me to suppose that that could serve as a pretext for aggression.
The colonel said that the commander of the division was a mile and a quarter away and would receive Balashev and conduct him to his destination.
Balashev rode on, supposing from Murat's words that he would very soon be brought before Napoleon himself.
Duroc said that Napoleon would receive the Russian general before going for his ride.
Yes, I know you have made peace with the Turks without obtaining Moldavia and Wallachia; I would have given your sovereign those provinces as I gave him Finland.
All that, he would have owed to my friendship.
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.
Balashev knew how to reply to each of Napoleon's remarks, and would have done so; he continually made the gesture of a man wishing to say something, but Napoleon always interrupted him.
He knew that none of the words now uttered by Napoleon had any significance, and that Napoleon himself would be ashamed of them when he came to his senses.
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.
Balashev bowed his head with an air indicating that he would like to make his bow and leave, and only listened because he could not help hearing what was said to him.
If I were a woman I would do so, Mary.
And giving her no further reply, he began thinking of the glad vindictive moment when he would meet Kuragin who he knew was now in the army.
Everyone was dissatisfied with the general course of affairs in the Russian army, but no one anticipated any danger of invasion of the Russian provinces, and no one thought the war would extend farther than the western, the Polish, provinces.
In the orders issued it was stated, not that the Emperor would take command, but only that he would be with the army.
A man who simply wished to retain his lucrative post would today agree with Pfuel, tomorrow with his opponent, and the day after, merely to avoid responsibility or to please the Emperor, would declare that he had no opinion at all on the matter.
Another who wished to gain some advantage would attract the Emperor's attention by loudly advocating the very thing the Emperor had hinted at the day before, and would dispute and shout at the council, beating his breast and challenging those who did not agree with him to duels, thereby proving that he was prepared to sacrifice himself for the common good.
A third, in the absence of opponents, between two councils would simply solicit a special gratuity for his faithful services, well knowing that at that moment people would be too busy to refuse him.
A fourth while seemingly overwhelmed with work would often come accidentally under the Emperor's eye.
And that morning Colonel Michaud had ridden round the Drissa fortifications with the Emperor and had pointed out to him that this fortified camp constructed by Pfuel, and till then considered a chef-d'oeuvre of tactical science which would ensure Napoleon's destruction, was an absurdity, threatening the destruction of the Russian army.
One could see that he wished to pass through the rooms as quickly as possible, finish with the bows and greetings, and sit down to business in front of a map, where he would feel at home.
Prince Andrew did not catch what he said and would have passed on, but Chernyshev introduced him to Pfuel, remarking that Prince Andrew was just back from Turkey where the war had terminated so fortunately.
On the contrary, the deviations made from his theory were, in his opinion, the sole cause of the whole disaster, and with characteristically gleeful sarcasm he would remark, "There, I said the whole affair would go to the devil!"
It was one of the millions of proposals, one as good as another, that could be made as long as it was quite unknown what character the war would take.
Pfuel only snorted contemptuously and turned away, to show that he would never demean himself by replying to such nonsense as he was now hearing.
At the review next day the Emperor asked Prince Andrew where he would like to serve, and Prince Andrew lost his standing in court circles forever by not asking to remain attached to the sovereign's person, but for permission to serve in the army.
On receiving this letter, Nicholas did not even make any attempt to get leave of absence or to retire from the army, but wrote to his parents that he was sorry Natasha was ill and her engagement broken off, and that he would do all he could to meet their wishes.
Returning from the yard, the doctor told his wife (who had ceased to smile so happily, and looked at him in alarm, awaiting her sentence) that the rain had ceased and they must go to sleep in their covered cart, or everything in it would be stolen.
He had grown accustomed when going into action to think about anything but what would seem most likely to interest him--the impending danger.
He felt instinctively that if the hussars struck at the French dragoons now, the latter could not withstand them, but if a charge was to be made it must be done now, at that very moment, or it would be too late.
On the way he came upon a bush, his gallant horse cleared it, and almost before he had righted himself in his saddle he saw that he would immediately overtake the enemy he had selected.
On all sides, the hussars were busy with the dragoons; one was wounded, but though his face was bleeding, he would not give up his horse; another was perched up behind an hussar with his arms round him; a third was being helped by an hussar to mount his horse.
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.
"You'll never get well like that," she would say, forgetting her grief in her vexation, "if you won't obey the doctor and take your medicine at the right time!
Even to Natasha herself it was pleasant to see that so many sacrifices were being made for her sake, and to know that she had to take medicine at certain hours, though she declared that no medicine would cure her and that it was all nonsense.
What would she not have given to bring back even a single day of that time!
Her presentiment at the time had not deceived her--that that state of freedom and readiness for any enjoyment would not return again.
Sometimes Natasha noticed embarrassment and awkwardness on his part in her presence, especially when he wanted to do something to please her, or feared that something they spoke of would awaken memories distressing to her.
After those involuntary words--that if he were free he would have asked on his knees for her hand and her love--uttered at a moment when she was so strongly agitated, Pierre never spoke to Natasha of his feelings; and it seemed plain to her that those words, which had then so comforted her, were spoken as all sorts of meaningless words are spoken to comfort a crying child.
He felt that the condition he was in could not continue long, that a catastrophe was coming which would change his whole life, and he impatiently sought everywhere for signs of that approaching catastrophe.
Then it occurred to him: if the answer to the question were contained in his name, his nationality would also be given in the answer.
He had asked Pierre to find out whether he would be accepted in the hussars.
In all these words she saw only that the danger threatening her son would not soon be over.
But you said yourself that we would sacrifice everything.
One of the generals who drove past was an acquaintance of the Rostovs', and Petya thought of asking his help, but came to the conclusion that that would not be a manly thing to do.
No, I can't petition him myself--that would be too bold.
If he could only see the Emperor he would be happy!
Petya too would have run there, but the clerk who had taken the young gentleman under his protection stopped him.
On returning home Petya announced resolutely and firmly that if he was not allowed to enter the service he would run away.
He pushed forward, feeling stirred, but not yet sure what stirred him or what he would say.
He wished to sleep, but he knew he would not be able to and that most depressing thoughts came to him in bed.
Lucky you jumped aside, or it would have wiped you out!
He gave me his word he would not retreat, but suddenly sent instructions that he was retiring that night.
I told them his election as chief of the militia would not please the Emperor.
"The Cossack, not knowing in what company he was, for Napoleon's plain appearance had nothing about it that would reveal to an Oriental mind the presence of a monarch, talked with extreme familiarity of the incidents of the war," says Thiers, narrating this episode.
He ordered the militiamen to be called up from the villages and armed, and wrote a letter to the commander-in- chief informing him that he had resolved to remain at Bald Hills to the last extremity and to defend it, leaving to the commander-in-chief's discretion to take measures or not for the defense of Bald Hills, where one of Russia's oldest generals would be captured or killed, and he announced to his household that he would remain at Bald Hills.
It was impossible for him to travel, it would not do to let him die on the road.
Would it not be better if the end did come, the very end?
Thrust them aside as she would, questions continually recurred to her as to how she would order her life now, after that.
She knew that her going in during the night at an unusual hour would irritate him.
Occasionally amid these memories temptations of the devil would surge into her imagination: thoughts of how things would be after his death, and how her new, liberated life would be ordered.
Alpatych also knew that on the previous day another peasant had even brought from the village of Visloukhovo, which was occupied by the French, a proclamation by a French general that no harm would be done to the inhabitants, and if they remained they would be paid for anything taken from them.
Though the peasants paid quitrent, Alpatych thought no difficulty would be made about complying with this order, for there were two hundred and thirty households at work in Bogucharovo and the peasants were well to do.
Having wrung a submissive "I understand" from Dron, Alpatych contented himself with that, though he not only doubted but felt almost certain that without the help of troops the carts would not be forthcoming.
It would be dangerous to move now.
He hopes we should be in time to get away tomorrow, but I think it would now be better to stay here, said Mademoiselle Bourienne.
Because, you will agree, chere Marie, to fall into the hands of the soldiers or of riotous peasants would be terrible.
Mademoiselle Bourienne took from her reticule a proclamation (not printed on ordinary Russian paper) of General Rameau's, telling people not to leave their homes and that the French authorities would afford them proper protection.
Mademoiselle Bourienne would do the honors of Bogucharovo for him.
What they would have said and what they would have done she felt bound to say and do.
I was told it would be dangerous because of the enemy.
She also knew that neither her father nor her brother would refuse to help the peasants in need, she only feared to make some mistake in speaking about the distribution of the grain she wished to give.
Perhaps he would then have said to me what he said the day he died.
He said the peasants were obdurate and that at the present moment it would be imprudent to "overresist" them without an armed force, and would it not be better first to send for the military?
Without considering what he would do he moved unconciously with quick, resolute steps toward the crowd.
Any police officer would have done as much!
"Would not your Serene Highness like to come inside?" said the general on duty in a discontented voice, "the plans must be examined and several papers have to be signed."
The regiments would not be what they are if the would-be advisers served there as you do.
The more he realized the absence of all personal motive in that old man--in whom there seemed to remain only the habit of passions, and in place of an intellect (grouping events and drawing conclusions) only the capacity calmly to contemplate the course of events--the more reassured he was that everything would be as it should.
And above all," thought Prince Andrew, "one believes in him because he's Russian, despite the novel by Genlis and the French proverbs, and because his voice shook when he said: 'What they have brought us to!' and had a sob in it when he said he would 'make them eat horseflesh!'"
It was said that Mamonov's regiment would cost him eight hundred thousand rubles, and that Bezukhov had spent even more on his, but that the best thing about Bezukhov's action was that he himself was going to don a uniform and ride at the head of his regiment without charging anything for the show.
We were saying that your regiment would be sure to be better than Mamonov's.
These words showed Pierre clearly for the first time that the French would enter Moscow.
The clerk glanced round, evidently hoping that his joke would be appreciated.
On reaching home Pierre gave orders to Evstafey--his head coachman who knew everything, could do anything, and was known to all Moscow--that he would leave that night for the army at Mozhaysk, and that his saddle horses should be sent there.
A Cossack patrol would have sufficed to observe the enemy.
Had Napoleon not ridden out on the evening of the twenty-fourth to the Kolocha, and had he not then ordered an immediate attack on the redoubt but had begun the attack next morning, no one would have doubted that the Shevardino Redoubt was the left flank of our position, and the battle would have taken place where we expected it.
We should have attacked Napoleon in the center or on the right, and the engagement would have taken place on the twenty-fifth, in the position we intended and had fortified.
"I would go with you but on my honor I'm up to here"--and he pointed to his throat.
The officer appeared abashed, as though he understood that one might think of how many men would be missing tomorrow but ought not to speak of it.
Boris shrugged his shoulders, his Serene Highness would not have it, or someone persuaded him.
Now the decisive moment of battle had come when Kutuzov would be destroyed and the power pass to Bennigsen, or even if Kutuzov won the battle it would be felt that everything was done by Bennigsen.
In any case many great rewards would have to be given for tomorrow's action, and new men would come to the front.
He knew Kutuzov's attention would be caught by those words, and so it was.
He did not know that it would become more memorable to him than any other spot on the plain of Borodino.
But his thoughts--the simplest, clearest, and therefore most terrible thoughts--would give him no peace.
How would they stop it? said Prince Andrew sarcastically.
You see, we were going away, so he would get it all; wasn't it so, your excellency? and again Timokhin turned to the prince.
Who would spare himself now?
"One thing I would do if I had the power," he began again, "I would not take prisoners.
Then there would not be war because Paul Ivanovich had offended Michael Ivanovich.
And when there was a war, like this one, it would be war!
Then all these Westphalians and Hessians whom Napoleon is leading would not follow him into Russia, and we should not go to fight in Austria and Prussia without knowing why.
But in the disposition it is said that, after the fight has commenced in this manner, orders will be given in accordance with the enemy's movements, and so it might be supposed that all necessary arrangements would be made by Napoleon during the battle.
Had Napoleon then forbidden them to fight the Russians, they would have killed him and have proceeded to fight the Russians because it was inevitable.
He swore on his honor that the Russians were lost if the Emperor would give another division.
"Yes, yes: go, dear boy, and have a look," he would say to one or another of those about him; or, "No, don't, we'd better wait!"
To speak of what would have happened had Napoleon sent his Guards is like talking of what would happen if autumn became spring.
All the generals, officers, and soldiers of the French army knew it could not be done, because the flagging spirit of the troops would not permit it.
For people accustomed to think that plans of campaign and battles are made by generals--as any one of us sitting over a map in his study may imagine how he would have arranged things in this or that battle--the questions present themselves: Why did Kutuzov during the retreat not do this or that?
A commander-in-chief's business, it would seem, is simply to choose one of these projects.
A fifth group, displaying the profundity of their strategic perceptions, discussed the direction the troops would now have to take.
From all this talk he saw only one thing: that to defend Moscow was a physical impossibility in the full meaning of those words, that is to say, so utterly impossible that if any senseless commander were to give orders to fight, confusion would result but the battle would still not take place.
It would not take place because the commanders not merely all recognized the position to be impossible, but in their conversations were only discussing what would happen after its inevitable abandonment.
I did not think this would happen.
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.
It was out of the question to be under French rule, it would be the worst thing that could happen.
They knew that it was for the army to fight, and that if it could not succeed it would not do to take young ladies and house serfs to the Three Hills quarter of Moscow to fight Napoleon, and that they must go away, sorry as they were to abandon their property to destruction.
What would have seemed difficult or even impossible to another woman did not cause the least embarrassment to Countess Bezukhova, who evidently deserved her reputation of being a very clever woman.
Had she attempted concealment, or tried to extricate herself from her awkward position by cunning, she would have spoiled her case by acknowledging herself guilty.
The question was no longer whether this was possible, but only which was the better match and how the matter would be regarded at court.
"Helene, I have a word to say to you," and he would lead her aside, drawing her hand downward.
That is all I have to say, and concealing his unvarying emotion he would press his cheek against his daughter's and move away.
Tell me, as you would a sister, what I ought to do.
I would give my life for the happiness of them both.
She would like to be married to all three at the same time, thought he.
He felt that only in the ordinary conditions of life would he be able to understand himself and all he had seen and felt.
"Would you like a little mash?" the first soldier asked, and handed Pierre a wooden spoon after licking it clean.
If there were no suffering, man would not know his limitations, would not know himself.
Vasilchikov and Platov had already seen the count and explained to him that it was impossible to defend Moscow and that it would have to be surrendered.
Though this news was being concealed from the inhabitants, the officials--the heads of the various government departments--knew that Moscow would soon be in the enemy's hands, just as Count Rostopchin himself knew it, and to escape personal responsibility they had all come to the governor to ask how they were to deal with their various departments.
Though Petya would remain in the service, this transfer would give the countess the consolation of seeing at least one of her sons under her wing, and she hoped to arrange matters for her Petya so as not to let him go again, but always get him appointed to places where he could not possibly take part in a battle.
She began to think she would never live to see such happiness.
It was felt that everything would suddenly break up and change, but up to the first of September nothing had done so.
"I was never pleased at Bolkonski's engagement to Natasha," said the countess, "but I always wanted Nicholas to marry the princess, and had a presentiment that it would happen.
What a good thing it would be!
Above all, they were gay because there was a war near Moscow, there would be fighting at the town gates, arms were being given out, everybody was escaping--going away somewhere, and in general something extraordinary was happening, and that is always exciting, especially to the young.
You would be more comfortable somewhere in a house... in ours, for instance... the family are leaving.
"I don't know if it would be allowed," replied the officer in a weak voice.
With a woman's involuntary loving cunning she, who till then had not shown any alarm, said that she would die of fright if they did not leave that very night.
But Natasha would not give in.
Only the lid of the case containing the carpets would not shut down.
Having waited there for Rostopchin who did not turn up, they became convinced that Moscow would be surrendered, and then dispersed all about the town to the public houses and cookshops.
Pity these wounded men as one might, it was evident that if they were given one cart there would be no reason to refuse another, or all the carts and one's own carriages as well.
They knew their Natasha, and alarm as to what would happen if she heard this news stifled all sympathy for the man they both liked.
The man told him that arms were being distributed today at the Kremlin and that tomorrow everyone would be sent out beyond the Three Hills gates and a great battle would be fought there.
One word from me, one movement of my hand, and that ancient capital of the Tsars would perish.
In his imagination he appointed days for assemblies at the palace of the Tsars, at which Russian notables and his own would mingle.
He mentally appointed a governor, one who would win the hearts of the people.
Having learned that there were many charitable institutions in Moscow he mentally decided that he would shower favors on them all.
"I daresay you would like to bind me!" shouted the publican, pushing away the men advancing on him, and snatching his cap from his head he flung it on the ground.
Or else there would be plenty who'd rob us.
Why were thousands of inhabitants deceived into believing that Moscow would not be given up--and thereby ruined?
He would make that foxy old courtier feel that the responsibility for all the calamities that would follow the abandonment of the city and the ruin of Russia (as Rostopchin regarded it) would fall upon his doting old head.
Planning beforehand what he would say to Kutuzov, Rostopchin turned angrily in his caleche and gazed sternly from side to side.
Even now he felt clearly that the gory trace of that recollection would not pass with time, but that the terrible memory would, on the contrary, dwell in his heart ever more cruelly and painfully to the end of his life.
And then nothing would have happened.
To all of them from the marshal to the least soldier, that place was not the Vozdvizhenka, Mokhavaya, or Kutafyev Street, nor the Troitsa Gate (places familiar in Moscow), but a new battlefield which would probably prove sanguinary.
But when he returned to the house convinced that Moscow would not be defended, he suddenly felt that what before had seemed to him merely a possibility had now become absolutely necessary and inevitable.
And the risk to which he would expose his life by carrying out his design excited him still more.
If he were now to leave Moscow like everyone else, his flight from home, the peasant coat, the pistol, and his announcement to the Rostovs that he would remain in Moscow would all become not merely meaningless but contemptible and ridiculous, and to this Pierre was very sensitive.
'It is not I but the hand of Providence that punishes thee,' I shall say, thought he, imagining what he would say when killing Napoleon.
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.
"Would not the French ladies leave Paris if the Russians entered it?" asked Pierre.
Pierre still considered that it would be a useful and worthy action to slay the evildoer, but now he felt that he would not do it.
He did not know why, but he felt a foreboding that he would not carry out his intention.
Who would have said that I should be a soldier and a captain of dragoons in the service of Bonaparte, as we used to call him?
Whether it was the wine he had drunk, or an impulse of frankness, or the thought that this man did not, and never would, know any of those who played a part in his story, or whether it was all these things together, something loosened Pierre's tongue.
She did not know why she had to, she knew the meeting would be painful, but felt the more convinced that it was necessary.
He was dissatisfied because he knew by experience that if his patient did not die now, he would do so a little later with greater suffering.
"What trouble would it be to you?" he said.
Though with the intimacy now established between the wounded man and Natasha the thought occurred that should he recover their former engagement would be renewed, no one--least of all Natasha and Prince Andrew--spoke of this: the unsettled question of life and death, which hung not only over Bolkonski but over all Russia, shut out all other considerations.
Another man would have rescued her from the fire.
The Empress Elisabeth, however, when asked what instructions she would be pleased to give--with her characteristic Russian patriotism had replied that she could give no directions about state institutions for that was the affair of the sovereign, but as far as she personally was concerned she would be the last to quit Petersburg.
Oh, it would be a terrible loss, she is an enchanting woman.
Would misfortune make my Russians lose heart?...
With the naive conviction of young men in a merry mood that other men's wives were created for them, Rostov did not leave the lady's side and treated her husband in a friendly and conspiratorial style, as if, without speaking of it, they knew how capitally Nicholas and the lady would get on together.
"Do you know, dear boy," began the governor's wife with a serious expression on her kind little face, "that really would be the match for you: would you like me to arrange it?"
Nicholas suddenly felt a desire and need to tell his most intimate thoughts (which he would not have told to his mother, his sister, or his friend) to this woman who was almost a stranger.
It would kill her, that's one thing.
And what sort of life would it be for Sonya--if she's a girl with a heart?
Besides, would the princess have me?
Assuming that she did go down to see him, Princess Mary imagined the words he would say to her and what she would say to him, and these words sometimes seemed undeservedly cold and then to mean too much.
Evidently she could speak of Russia's misfortunes with a certain artificiality, but her brother was too near her heart and she neither could nor would speak lightly of him.
When a pause occurred during his short visit, Nicholas, as is usual when there are children, turned to Prince Andrew's little son, caressing him and asking whether he would like to be an hussar.
He knew that after his promise to Sonya it would be what he deemed base to declare his feelings to Princess Mary.
And he knew that he would never act basely.
"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.
He tried to picture what would happen were he free.
How he would propose to her and how she would become his wife.
Sonya burst into hysterical tears and replied through her sobs that she would do anything and was prepared for anything, but gave no actual promise and could not bring herself to decide to do what was demanded of her.
She knew that being thrown together again under such terrible circumstances they would again fall in love with one another, and that Nicholas would then not be able to marry Princess Mary as they would be within the prohibited degrees of affinity.
It was evident that any answer would lead to conviction.
In another moment Davout would have realized that he was doing wrong, but just then the adjutant had come in and interrupted him.
Probably a word of command was given and was followed by the reports of eight muskets; but try as he would Pierre could not afterwards remember having heard the slightest sound of the shots.
I didn't think they would come so soon.
"A soldier on leave--a shirt outside breeches," he would say.
He would often say the exact opposite of what he had said on a previous occasion, yet both would be right.
He would smile joyfully when listening to such stories, now and then putting in a word or asking a question to make the moral beauty of what he was told clear to himself.
He loved his dog, his comrades, the French, and Pierre who was his neighbor, but Pierre felt that in spite of Karataev's affectionate tenderness for him (by which he unconsciously gave Pierre's spiritual life its due) he would not have grieved for a moment at parting from him.
When he began to speak he seemed not to know how he would conclude.
Sometimes Pierre, struck by the meaning of his words, would ask him to repeat them, but Platon could never recall what he had said a moment before, just as he never could repeat to Pierre the words of his favorite song: native and birch tree and my heart is sick occurred in it, but when spoken and not sung, no meaning could be got out of it.
That feeling was so strong at the moment of leaving Voronezh that those who saw her off, as they looked at her careworn, despairing face, felt sure she would fall ill on the journey.
She felt that from her she would be able to understand and learn everything.
Natasha's face and eyes would have to tell her all more clearly and profoundly.
Hard as she had tried to prepare herself, and now tried to remain tranquil, she knew that she would be unable to look at him without tears.
She was sure he would speak soft, tender words to her such as her father had uttered before his death, and that she would not be able to bear it and would burst into sobs in his presence.
Had he screamed in agony, that scream would not have struck such horror into Princess Mary's heart as the tone of his voice.
Andrew, would you like...
Princess Mary suddenly said in a trembling voice, would you like to see little Nicholas?
When Princess Mary began to cry, he understood that she was crying at the thought that little Nicholas would be left without a father.
Not only did Prince Andrew know he would die, but he felt that he was dying and was already half dead.
When during those first days he remembered that he would have to die, he said to himself: Well, what of it?
At the Troitsa monastery they had spoken of the past, and he had told her that if he lived he would always thank God for his wound which had brought them together again, but after that they never spoke of the future.
"How good it would be!" and taking her hand he kissed it.
Natasha felt happy and agitated, but at once remembered that this would not do and that he had to be quiet.
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.
What would have happened had Moscow not burned down?
What would have happened had the French attacked the Russians while they were marching beyond the Pakhra?
What would have happened if on approaching Tarutino, Napoleon had attacked the Russians with but a tenth of the energy he had shown when he attacked them at Smolensk?
What would have happened had the French moved on Petersburg?...
Lanskoy informed the commander-in-chief that the army supplies were for the most part stored along the Oka in the Tula and Ryazan provinces, and that if they retreated on Nizhni the army would be separated from its supplies by the broad river Oka, which cannot be crossed early in winter.
These sounds made his spirits rise, but at the same time he was afraid that he would be blamed for not having executed sooner the important order entrusted to him.
When I was a chit of an officer no one would have dared to mock me so... and now!
He said that Murat was spending the night less than a mile from where they were, and that if they would let him have a convoy of a hundred men he would capture him alive.
As often happens when someone we have trusted is no longer before our eyes, it suddenly seemed quite clear and obvious to him that the sergeant was an impostor, that he had lied, and that the whole Russian attack would be ruined by the absence of those two regiments, which he would lead away heaven only knew where.
Had the Cossacks pursued the French, without heeding what was behind and around them, they would have captured Murat and everything there.
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.
He well knew that nothing but confusion would come of this battle undertaken against his will, and as far as was in his power held the troops back.
He understood that for him the storm had blown over, and that Kutuzov would content himself with that hint.
It would be difficult and even impossible to imagine any result more opportune than the actual outcome of this battle.
But to say that he destroyed his army because he wished to, or because he was very stupid, would be as unjust as to say that he had brought his troops to Moscow because he wished to and because he was very clever and a genius.
Its furry tail stood up firm and round as a plume, its bandy legs served it so well that it would often gracefully lift a hind leg and run very easily and quickly on three legs, as if disdaining to use all four.
Now it would roll on its back, yelping with delight, now bask in the sun with a thoughtful air of importance, and now frolic about playing with a chip of wood or a straw.
The other day if it had not been for you that affair would have ended ill.
He was evidently afraid the prisoners looking on would laugh at him, and thrust his head into the shirt hurriedly.
All Pierre's daydreams now turned on the time when he would be free.
Pierre went up to him, though he knew his attempt would be vain.
Another, a thin little officer, was speaking to everyone, conjecturing where they were now being taken and how far they would get that day.
There was within him a deep unexpressed conviction that all would be well, but that one must not trust to this and still less speak about it, but must only attend to one's own work.
One can imagine what confusion and obscurity would result from such an account of the duel.
And turning to his men he directed a party to go on to the halting place arranged near the watchman's hut in the forest, and told the officer on the Kirghiz horse (who performed the duties of an adjutant) to go and find out where Dolokhov was and whether he would come that evening.
The horses would sink.
At night he would go out for booty and always brought back French clothing and weapons, and when told to would bring in French captives also.
Tikhon with equal accuracy would split logs with blows at arm's length, or holding the head of the ax would cut thin little pegs or carve spoons.
Gave you a twist? the Cossacks would banter him.
What would it be to you?...
Would you like some?... and Petya ran out into the passage to his Cossack and brought back some bags which contained about five pounds of raisins.
But he fingered the money in his pocket and wondered whether it would seem ridiculous to give some to the drummer boy.
Dolokhov remarked that the Cossacks were a danger only to stragglers such as his companion and himself, "but probably they would not dare to attack large detachments?" he added inquiringly.
Dolokhov was a long time mounting his horse which would not stand still, then he rode out of the yard at a footpace.
He sat awhile in the hut joyfully recalling the details of his expedition and vividly picturing to himself what would happen next day.
Perhaps he was really sitting on a wagon, but it might very well be that he was not sitting on a wagon but on a terribly high tower from which, if he fell, he would have to fall for a whole day or a whole month, or go on falling and never reach the bottom.
Nothing Petya could have seen now would have surprised him.
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.
He did not think of Karataev who grew weaker every day and evidently would soon have to share that fate.
Beyond Smolensk there were several different roads available for the French, and one would have thought that during their stay of four days they might have learned where the enemy was, might have arranged some more advantageous plan and undertaken something new.
So one might have thought that regarding this period of the campaign the historians, who attributed the actions of the mass to the will of one man, would have found it impossible to make the story of the retreat fit their theory.
There never was or could have been such an aim, for it would have been senseless and its attainment quite impossible.
The only thing to be said in excuse of that gardener would be that he was very angry.
Princess Mary asked the countess to let Natasha go with her to Moscow, and both parents gladly accepted this offer, for they saw their daughter losing strength every day and thought that a change of scene and the advice of Moscow doctors would be good for her.
"One thing would be terrible," said he: "to bind oneself forever to a suffering man.
It would be continual torture.
Natasha as usual answered before she had time to think what she would say.
"I agreed," Natasha now said to herself, "that it would be dreadful if he always continued to suffer.
I said it then only because it would have been dreadful for him, but he understood it differently.
He thought it would be dreadful for me.
Natasha, you would not deceive me?
Sometimes they were silent for hours; sometimes after they were already in bed they would begin talking and go on till morning.
She did not know and would not have believed it, but beneath the layer of slime that covered her soul and seemed to her impenetrable, delicate young shoots of grass were already sprouting, which taking root would so cover with their living verdure the grief that weighed her down that it would soon no longer be seen or noticed.
The road the French would take was unknown, and so the closer our troops trod on their heels the greater distance they had to cover.
Kutuzov merely shrugged his shoulders when one after another they presented projects of maneuvers to be made with those soldiers-- ill-shod, insufficiently clad, and half starved--who within a month and without fighting a battle had dwindled to half their number, and who at the best if the flight continued would have to go a greater distance than they had already traversed, before they reached the frontier.
Still more difficult would it be to find an instance in history of the aim of an historical personage being so completely accomplished as that to which all Kutuzov's efforts were directed in 1812.
Obviously in spite of himself, in very diverse circumstances, he repeatedly expressed his real thoughts with the bitter conviction that he would not be understood.
As they turned them over one seemed still alive and, would you believe it, he jabbered something in their lingo.
If it had been from the cold, ours would not have rotted either.
You would think the women had spread out their linen, said one of the men, gazing with admiration at the Milky Way.
A Russian officer who had come up to the fire sent to ask his colonel whether he would not take a French officer into his hut to warm him, and when the messenger returned and said that the colonel wished the officer to be brought to him, Ramballe was told to go.
He rose and tried to walk, but staggered and would have fallen had not a soldier standing by held him up.
The older men, who thought it undignified to amuse themselves with such nonsense, continued to lie at the opposite side of the fire, but one would occasionally raise himself on an elbow and glance at Morel with a smile.
Anticipation that the failure of the Petersburg Berezina plan would be attributed to Kutuzov led to dissatisfaction, contempt, and ridicule, more and more strongly expressed.
The Emperor's displeasure with Kutuzov was specially increased at Vilna by the fact that Kutuzov evidently could not or would not understand the importance of the coming campaign.
Kutuzov alone would not see this and openly expressed his opinion that no fresh war could improve the position or add to the glory of Russia, but could only spoil and lower the glorious position that Russia had gained.
Terenty, when he had helped him undress and wished him good night, often lingered with his master's boots in his hands and clothes over his arm, to see whether he would not start a talk.
"Well, tell me... now, how did you get food?" he would ask.
And Terenty would begin talking of the destruction of Moscow, and of the old count, and would stand for a long time holding the clothes and talking, or sometimes listening to Pierre's stories, and then would go out into the hall with a pleasant sense of intimacy with his master and affection for him.
The doctor who attended Pierre and visited him every day, though he considered it his duty as a doctor to pose as a man whose every moment was of value to suffering humanity, would sit for hours with Pierre telling him his favorite anecdotes and his observations on the characters of his patients in general, and especially of the ladies.
"It's a pleasure to talk to a man like that; he is not like our provincials," he would say.
His income would be reduced by three fourths, but he felt it must be done.
When was he going to Petersburg and would he mind taking a parcel for someone?--he replied: "Yes, perhaps," or, "I think so," and so on.
A few minutes later the footman returned with Dessalles, who brought word from the princess that she would be very glad to see Pierre if he would excuse her want of ceremony and come upstairs to her apartment.
He glanced once at the companion's face, saw her attentive and kindly gaze fixed on him, and, as often happens when one is talking, felt somehow that this companion in the black dress was a good, kind, excellent creature who would not hinder his conversing freely with Princess Mary.
"Yes, in these days it would be hard to live without faith..." remarked Princess Mary.
As he spoke now he was considering what impression his words would make on Natasha.
He wished to take leave of Princess Mary, but she would not let him go.
We were not an exemplary couple," he added quickly, glancing at Natasha and noticing on her face curiosity as to how he would speak of his wife, "but her death shocked me terribly.
If I may take the liberty, your excellency, it would be a good thing.
It would be a very good thing for the Rostovs, they are said to be utterly ruined.
Pierre dined with them and would have spent the whole evening there, but Princess Mary was going to vespers and Pierre left the house with her.
He stayed so long that Princess Mary and Natasha exchanged glances, evidently wondering when he would go.
She was going to say that to speak of love was impossible, but she stopped because she had seen by the sudden change in Natasha two days before that she would not only not be hurt if Pierre spoke of his love, but that it was the very thing she wished for.
The happiness before him appeared so inconceivable that if only he could attain it, it would be the end of all things.
I wanted to listen at the door, but I knew you would tell me.
What would then have become of the activity of all those who opposed the tendency that then prevailed in the government--an activity that in the opinion of the historians was good and beneficent?
He realized from the first that he would not get up again, despite the doctor's encouragement.
It was just when the count's affairs had become so involved that it was impossible to say what would happen if he lived another year that he unexpectedly died.
You would at least be seeing somebody, and I think it must be dull for you only seeing us.
She seemed to be trying to fathom the hidden meaning of his words which would explain his feeling for her.
"I thought you would allow me to tell you this," she said.
"I had come so near to you... and to all your family that I thought you would not consider my sympathy misplaced, but I was mistaken," and suddenly her voice trembled.
He knew that his every decision would be approved by them all with very few exceptions.
Often, speaking with vexation of some failure or irregularity, he would say: "What can one do with our Russian peasants?" and imagined that he could not bear them.
Sometimes when, trying to understand him, she spoke of the good work he was doing for his serfs, he would be vexed and reply: Not in the least; it never entered my head and I wouldn't do that for their good!
But he did forget himself once or twice within a twelvemonth, and then he would go and confess to his wife, and would again promise that this should really be the very last time.
"Mary, you must despise me!" he would say.
"You should go, go away at once, if you don't feel strong enough to control yourself," she would reply sadly, trying to comfort her husband.
Besides that, four times a year, on the name days and birthdays of the hosts, as many as a hundred visitors would gather there for a day or two.
Nicholas and his wife lived together so happily that even Sonya and the old countess, who felt jealous and would have liked them to disagree, could find nothing to reproach them with; but even they had their moments of antagonism.
She felt that the allurements instinct had formerly taught her to use would now be merely ridiculous in the eyes of her husband, to whom she had from the first moment given herself up entirely--that is, with her whole soul, leaving no corner of it hidden from him.
And she not only saw no need of any other or better husband, but as all the powers of her soul were intent on serving that husband and family, she could not imagine and saw no interest in imagining how it would be if things were different.
He had only to express a wish and Natasha would jump up and run to fulfill it.
When Pierre himself wanted to change his mind she would fight him with his own weapons.
It very often happened that in a moment of irritation husband and wife would have a dispute, but long afterwards Pierre to his surprise and delight would find in his wife's ideas and actions the very thought against which she had argued, but divested of everything superfluous that in the excitement of the dispute he had added when expressing his opinion.
On reading that letter (she always read her husband's letters) Natasha herself suggested that he should go to Petersburg, though she would feel his absence very acutely.
And she would go to the nursery to nurse Petya, her only boy.
That creature said: You are angry, you are jealous, you would like to pay him out, you are afraid--but here am I!
He did not miss a single word he uttered, and would afterwards, with Dessalles or by himself, recall and reconsider the meaning of everything Pierre had said.
The old ladies were pleased with the presents he brought them, and especially that Natasha would now be herself again.
Thus in the morning--especially if she had eaten anything rich the day before--she felt a need of being angry and would choose as the handiest pretext Belova's deafness.
She would begin to say something to her in a low tone from the other end of the room.
"It seems a little warmer today, my dear," she would murmur.
Another pretext would be her snuff, which would seem too dry or too damp or not rubbed fine enough.
After these fits of irritability her face would grow yellow, and her maids knew by infallible symptoms when Belova would again be deaf, the snuff damp, and the countess' face yellow.
When she needed to cry, the deceased count would be the pretext.
When she wanted to be agitated, Nicholas and his health would be the pretext, and when she felt a need to speak spitefully, the pretext would be Countess Mary.
When her vocal organs needed exercise, which was usually toward seven o'clock when she had had an after-dinner rest in a darkened room, the pretext would be the retelling of the same stories over and over again to the same audience.
"Well, what would you do?" asked Denisov.
If Papa were alive... would he agree with you? he asked.
She was afraid that what she was writing would not be understood or approved by her husband.
I don't know what would become of him if Natasha didn't keep him in hand....
A pity you were not there--what would you have said?
It would be good for him to have companions.
But she knew she must not say this and that it would be useless to do so.
She felt a submissive tender love for this man who would never understand all that she understood, and this seemed to make her love for him still stronger and added a touch of passionate tenderness.
Besides, when I was in Petersburg I felt (I can say this to you) that the whole affair would go to pieces without me--everyone was pulling his own way.
Natasha would have had no doubt as to the greatness of Pierre's idea, but one thing disconcerted her.
Would he have approved of you now, do you think?
"No, he would not have approved," said Pierre, after reflection.
What he would have approved of is our family life.
Yes, I will do something with which even he would be satisfied....
It would seem that having rejected the belief of the ancients in man's subjection to the Deity and in a predetermined aim toward which nations are led, modern history should study not the manifestations of power but the causes that produce it.
It would be a mistake to think that this is ironic--a caricature of the historical accounts.
According to this view the power of historical personages, represented as the product of many forces, can no longer, it would seem, be regarded as a force that itself produces events.
The man who worked most with his hands could not think so much about what he was doing, or reflect on or command what would result from the common activity; while the man who commanded more would evidently work less with his hands on account of his greater verbal activity.
Without such justification there would be no reply to the simplest question that presents itself when examining each historical event.
The establishment of this simple and obvious law should be enough.
If the will of every man were free, that is, if each man could act as he pleased, all history would be a series of disconnected incidents.
If in a thousand years even one man in a million could act freely, that is, as he chose, it is evident that one single free act of that man's in violation of the laws governing human action would destroy the possibility of the existence of any laws for the whole of humanity.
He feels that however impossible it may be, it is so, for without this conception of freedom not only would he be unable to understand life, but he would be unable to live for a single moment.
If we examined simple actions and had a vast number of such actions under observation, our conception of their inevitability would be still greater.
The moment in which the first movement was made is irrevocable, and at that moment I could make only one movement, and whatever movement I made would be the only one.
In the second case, if freedom were possible without inevitability we should have arrived at unconditioned freedom beyond space, time, and cause, which by the fact of its being unconditioned and unlimited would be nothing, or mere content without form.
The recognition of man's free will as something capable of influencing historical events, that is, as not subject to laws, is the same for history as the recognition of a free force moving the heavenly bodies would be for astronomy.
That assumption would destroy the possibility of the existence of laws, that is, of any science whatever.
To the men who fought against the rising truths of physical philosophy, it seemed that if they admitted that truth it would destroy faith in God, in the creation of the firmament, and in the miracle of Joshua the son of Nun.
Would she ever outgrow the things mama had taught her?
Maybe this vacation would give them some much needed time together.
Would he be disappointed that Lori got it?
For the next three days the clinic would be closed.
He said it would work for a girl or a boy.
She would soon be ready for Jonathan to ride.
I would have helped.
She would never have considered back-talking her parents.
For her, losing them was painful enough, but losing a mate - that would be agonizing.
She was equally certain that he would have loved them.
I just thought it would be fun for the man to tell the wife this for once.
I thought maybe by now you would have adjusted.
Maybe she would have if she hadn't been shoving it from her mind.
If God thought it was wrong, nothing we could have done would have been successful.
He thought it would be fun for the man to tell the woman.
Would she get air sick?
The neighbors couldn't see into any of their windows, and they were far enough off the main road that the only traffic would be people coming to see them.
"Well, you did tell him you would come down," she said.
It's feminine enough, but it looks like something grandma would wear.
He had indicated enough times that he would like to see her in something a little more feminine and fashionable.
They would have some time to enjoy a late Christmas at home when they returned.
"Thought that train would never come," observed the boy.
There was a breath of danger in the very air, and every few moments the earth would shake violently.
Yet, look where she would, Dorothy could discover no bells at all in the great glass hall.
It would be dreadful to eat these dear little things.
But in the basket-car are some things I would like to keep with me.
I wish you would go and fetch my satchel, two lanterns, and a can of kerosene oil that is under the seat.
"Don't be rough!" he would call out, if Eureka knocked over one of the round, fat piglets with her paw; but the pigs never minded, and enjoyed the sport very greatly.
"What would you do?" enquired Jim.
"If the Wizard was here," said one of the piglets, sobbing bitterly, "he would not see us suffer so."
"I don't know," Dorothy answered; "but it would hurt me dre'fully to lose you."
As for reaching the top of the earth, I have never heard that it is possible to do that, and if you succeeded in getting there you would probably fall off.
They had fierce eyes and sharp talons and beaks, and the children hoped none of them would venture into the cavern.
Finally, I invented a new Adjustable Post-hole, which I thought would make my fortune.
As they had no wings the strangers could not fly away, and if they jumped down from such a height they would surely be killed.
"As dead as poss'ble would be pretty dead, wouldn't it?" asked Dorothy.
"But how would it help us to be able to fly?" questioned the girl.
Hearing these words our friends turned in the direction of the sound, and the Wizard held his lanterns so that their light would flood one of the little pockets in the rock.
"I should think she would be," agreed Dorothy.
For, if we told you truly, you might escape us altogether; and if we told you an untruth we would be naughty and deserve to be punished.
The lanterns were beginning to grow dim, and the Wizard poured the remaining oil from one into the other, so that the one light would last longer.
"I was sure it would come to this, in the end," remarked the old cab-horse.
I wonder if they would treat me nicely if I went there again.
"Of course they would!" declared Dorothy.
She felt that Jim would know more about the Saw-Horse later on.
I was afraid it would get moldy in that tin body of yours.
Then they told him dinner would be served directly and he replied that they could not serve it too quickly to suit his convenience.
What would your Highness like for dinner?
"Well, my Highness would like some oats," declared the horse.
Jim did not know, but he would not tell the Sawhorse that.
In the forest he would be thought ungainly, because his face is stretched out and his neck is uselessly long.
If I could eat grass I would not need a conscience, for nothing could then tempt me to devour babies and lambs.
Such a race would not be fair.
"I don't b'lieve Eureka would do such a dreadful thing!" cried Dorothy, much distressed.
Tell them it would be foolish for me to eat the piglet, because I had sense enough to know it would raise a row if I did.
I imagine it would taste mighty good.
If you hadn't happened to find the piglet, Eureka would surely have been executed.
"It would have spoiled the fun," replied the kitten, yawning.
Dorothy was herself anxious to get home, so she promised Eureka they would not stay in the Land of Oz much longer.
Perhaps you would like to read those funny verses.
Sometimes he would take care of the whole flock while the shepherd was resting or eating his dinner.
"Which would you rather have" asked the caliph, "three hundred pieces of gold, or three wise sayings from my lips?"
These soldiers guarded the streets of the town; they would not let any one go out or come in without their leave.
The soldiers would cross the river.
Without his help they would soon be beaten.
Now the landlord prided himself upon keeping a first-class hotel, and he feared that his guests would not like the rough-looking traveler.
The only place I could put you would be in the barn.
They said that a bright boy like George would not long be a common sailor.
Could it be possible that he would receive that thrashing?
A good book would sometimes cost as much as a good house.
"And I would rather have a young hawk that has been trained to hunt" said Ethelbert.
"If I were a priest or a monk" said Ethelbald, "I would learn to read.
You would hardly have known the young prince when the time came for him to appear before his grandfather.
No one would have thought that a child like you had gold about him.
Well, we should have thrown both men into prison, and the treasure would have been given to the king.
Then he told them what laws he would require them to obey.
Coriolanus would not listen to them.
Some of these bundles contained the things they would need on the road; some contained clothing; and some contained goods which the master would sell in the city.
As bad luck would have it, Mr. Randolph took the wrong road.
"Good friend," he said, "if you should find something that we have lost, what would you do with it?"
It is a simple premise and yet, at the same time, an article of faith—a faith that the future would be better than the past.
Science would solve everything, prosperity would grow indefinitely, and people would thrive.
From that vantage point, if you had tried to look fifty years ahead to what the world would be like in the year 2500 BC, you would have expected very little change.
And you would have been right.
The great cathedral Notre Dame de Paris, which was begun before your birth, would not be finished by your death.
Very little would change in this seventy-year stretch of life.
Could you have foreseen that the advent of a technology called "air conditioning" in homes would alter the social fabric of the nation?
That it would mean people would no longer know their neighbors?
And because of this, we would therefore lose the inevitable relationships that naturally formed?
And that that same technology would allow his questions to be spread across Europe, thereby igniting the Protestant Reformation?
A wild-eyed, crazed techno-optimist of the nineteenth century concluded that in fifty years there would be a telephone in every town in America.
You would have thought this was crazy.
You would have said that was crazy.
The 1920s to 1950s renderings of what people thought the future would look like are full of things like personal jetpacks and flying cars.
That is because they seem so far out of the daily experience of most people that they cannot conceive of how or why they would use them.
When you hear about a new company and your response is, "Why in the world would anyone want to do that?" it will be because there is no offline corollary.
But a single example will suffice to illustrate the whole.
It was not at all clear at the time that his work would transcend the ages.
Maybe it was inevitable at that point that some spark would set off the powder keg of Europe.
It would not be the first time, or the last, that ignorance in the world exacted a high price.
It would just take several hours as opposed to a few minutes.
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.
I would need the robot to be able to proactively offer suggestions.
"If only I had known," we often lament, in the widespread belief that to know everything would mean we would never make mistakes.
This would be very useful: No more struggling to remember what you promised the client you would deliver by Friday; you just look up the transcript.
Why would you want a record of this?
Would you contribute your anonymous location to a traffic speed optimization engine?
The machine should start looking for correlations we would not expect.
But it would be eerily, astonishingly, mind-blowingly accurate.
These guidebooks are lists of people who live in that area who would be willing to meet you for coffee.
I like this goal, and I would like to do it as well, but in bits, not bites.
How would this work?
(It would have many more, but for now let's just say it includes a million things about you.)
And from every experience they have had in their lives, we would be able to infer what was successful and what was not successful.
It would be the seminal accomplishment of humanity.
No longer would we learn and forget, learn and forget, learn and forget, again and again, as a species.
It will look at all this and a million other factors that would seem to be unrelated.
Would you like a reservation?
The idea was that it would be great to make machines that behaved like us and, through that, we could harness their abilities.
To that definition, I would respectfully offer this qualification: I would say that disease has a well-defined center and very fuzzy edges.
Consider Jedediah Buxton of Derbyshire, England, who in the 1700s was asked to compute the number one would get by doubling a farthing 139 times.
What would that look like?
It would include ending all non-infectious diseases as well.
Regarding the various syndromes: Over time we would expect to better understand their root causes, and consider them disorders to be cured to the extent the affected person wishes them to be.
By the end of the four-month campaign, the White House would receive two million dimes.
Although the technique of growing cowpox on cow hides would come, transporting it was difficult due to lack of refrigeration.
From that point, medicine would never be the same.
The computers would then see that most people who got better bought their radishes in stores stocked from certain farms.
It would know all my food sensitivities and alert me if a single bite had these substances in it.
How would we ever know that today?
If you and I both had our DNA sequenced and compared the output, the information would be virtually identical.
You would know before you received a treatment how likely it was to work for you—not merely how likely it was to work for the larger population, but for you.
Consider just a few of the mechanisms by which the Internet promotes trade that otherwise would not have occurred.
Imagine if everyone frequently disputed charges: "I never got my order!" or "It wasn't what they promised it would be!" or "Yeah, I got a box in the mail, but it was full of rocks."
It would not take much of this for businesses to no longer take credit cards.
Without the Internet, they would just gather dust.
Poverty would be no more.
But the price of the tractor would have plummeted, for a constellation of reasons.
A few such trees in the backyard behind your condo, cabin, or yurt would be enough to satisfy your power requirements.
That amount, if melted, would form a cube fifty-five feet on each side.
He explained to me that with a lawnmower, one person would be able to do the job and eleven men would be unemployed.
(I answered, "They should get jobs at the factory that would make the lawnmowers; it would pay better.") Personal computers and the Internet have come under criticism in this regard.
I knew typesetters who said computers would never duplicate their quality; travel agents who said the Internet would never replace them, and whose stockbrokers reassured them this was true.
As we envision a world where machines do more and more work that people used to do, our minds naturally turn to those who would be displaced by technological advance.
All people would have tools to make them more productive.
Your natural expectation would be that they would talk, at least as well as Scooby does.
When you imagined dogs being "invented" in the future, you would naturally imagine having conversations with them.
Would you want that?
If I had to put a number on it, I would say ten thousandfold.
If they weren't, we would keep the money.
I would love to write more and more about this topic, about how things will get better and cheaper in the future.
You would not be the first.
The optimist would probably try to hug the cynic.
They would say, If government is obligated to protect its citizens from a foreign invader, then it is obligated to protect them from a criminal.
But the big question is whether these same economics would apply in a world one hundred times richer than we are right now.
One bad plague or invading horde would leave pretty much everyone starving.
As nice as it would be for the Japan strategy to work in the developing world, I don't think these countries can count on it.
Even in the days before my teacher came, I used to feel along the square stiff boxwood hedges, and, guided by the sense of smell would find the first violets and lilies.
Many of them were so tame that they would eat from my hand and let me feel them.
The large, downy peaches would reach themselves into my hand, and as the joyous breezes flew about the trees the apples tumbled at my feet.
The breakers would swoop back to gather themselves for a mightier leap, and I clung to the rock, tense, fascinated, as I felt the dash and roar of the rushing sea!
If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with, said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.
It is only necessary for one powerful nation like Russia--barbaric as she is said to be--to place herself disinterestedly at the head of an alliance having for its object the maintenance of the balance of power of Europe, and it would save the world!
Having heard that Count Mamonov was furnishing a regiment, Bezukhov at once informed Rostopchin that he would give a thousand men and their maintenance.
Why would she suddenly remember that phrase?
Maybe not, but it would have made a difference if I had known how you felt.
"But we would be drowned!" exclaimed the girl.
It would be a long journey and a dangerous one.
He led the great king to his palace and begged that he would dine with him.
He thought how grand it would be to sail and sail on the wide blue sea.
He would not take it.
People overwhelmingly believed the future would be better, and they were right!
Next would come all the various syndromes, which are sets of clinically recognizable symptoms that occur together without a known cause.
All genetic conditions that one would reasonably wish to alter would also be altered.
Likewise for mental illnesses: We should be able to cure them to the extent the person in question would wish them to be.
Why would that be the case?
My body would be kept in perfect condition, constantly monitored and optimized—all safely because the system is built on collective memory and experience of the entire planet.
In fact, if you laid out all the DNA in your body, it would stretch from the sun to Pluto.
Of course, if you wanted to print it out and read it, the stack of paper would be many miles high.
The milkers would let me keep my hands on the cows while they milked, and I often got well switched by the cow for my curiosity.
I knew the gifts I already had were not those of which friends had thrown out such tantalizing hints, and my teacher said the presents I was to have would be even nicer than these.
It wasn't something she would normally do - buying clothes specifically for a trip.
As much as I would like to continue with speculations about molecular-sized machines, I have a larger thesis to prove.