She was two years younger then.
It had been two years since their mother had died - three since their father had run off with that harlot.
My father lived to be ninety years old, and he never went on no fat diet.
I spent enough time out here a few years ago.
I worked with him for two years before I discovered who he really was.
I guess I can't deny that, but in all these years, why hasn't Uncle Fabrice's name come up in a conversation at least once?
Five years ago that day she had met Alex.
They had been married almost five years, so... that meant the baby was conceived long before they met - about the time he and Tessa were going to get married.
"I've dreamed of this for years," he said.
Katie had been telling him that for years, but he hadn't seen it until now.
I think I scared about ten years off my life too.
Five years hadn't changed the wild hills of Madison County, but she had forgotten how truly remote the area was.
Still, years of warnings about getting into cars with strangers compelled her to hesitate.
Not even a path had existed here when she lived in the area five years ago.
She had grown soft in five years of city life.
I'm sorry you're unhappy with my questions, but I need to know why you suddenly needed a girl after going five years without any.
There were bears and mountain lions, but in all the years she had lived here, she had never known of anyone being attacked.
Six years isn't much difference, especially five years from now.
Something deep inside said that if Allen were six years older and had a child, he'd still be as irresponsible as he was now.
I've kept my identity hidden for five years now, but I knew deep down inside that it couldn't last forever.
If she hadn't grown out of it in twenty-one years, she wasn't likely to.
With planning and diligence, his business would be on its feet in a few years and she would be working in the pediatric ward at the hospital.
A few years from now, he'll be regretting this.
It seems like years since I saw you last.
They were offering more than she could make after several years' experience at the hospital in Tulsa.
I was so busy following the road map I made so many years ago that I didn't notice it was outdated.
The years had not been kind to him.
He's a good eight years older than me.
I'm not sure who started that story, but it floated around here for my last two years of high school.
Who would have guessed two years ago that he would become a happily married man?
While my relationship with Martha LeBlanc, nee Rossi, dated back to our play pen years and kindergarten days, lately we've hiked different paths, reducing our contact to Christmas cards and once a month phone calls.
Martha opened the screen door with a flourish Grandpa built this place in the nineteen thirties and wired it years later.
He's thirty-six years old and starting life over; he's an empty box.
Years of only remembered dreams but now the real act is so much better than fantasying!
Wasted years caused by one silly mistake.
The summer you two came up here, I had a major crush on my handsome California cousin but you were seven years older than me and didn't know I existed.
I have years to make up, dreams and fantasies to fulfill.
He came up to the cabin the week before he was leaving for the seminary, four or five years later.
God, it was a hundred years ago.
He's four years older than I am.
But it took a good many years for them to grow as large and fine as they are now.
Once I lived on top the earth, but for many years I have had my factory in this spot--half way up Pyramid Mountain.
But they've been very scarce for a few years and we usually have to be content with elephants or buffaloes, answered the creature, in a regretful tone.
Over this Land I ruled in peace for many years, until I grew old and longed to see my native city once again.
Many years before you came here this Land was united under one Ruler, as it is now, and the Ruler's name was always 'Oz,' which means in our language 'Great and Good'; or, if the Ruler happened to be a woman, her name was always 'Ozma.'
"But you ruled it wisely and well for many years," said she, "and made the people proud of your magical art.
The boy was only four years old, and the girl was not yet six.
Many years after that, some funny little verses about Mr. Finney's turnip were printed in a newspaper.
Two hundred years ago there lived in Boston a little boy whose name was Benjamin Franklin.
Little Benjamin Franklin was very happy; for he was only seven years old.
The caliph, Al Mansur, lived nearly twelve hundred years ago.
Thousands of years ago the greatest country, in the world was Egypt.
He was only fourteen years old.
This happened six hundred years ago, in the city of Florence in Italy.
King Solomon lived three thousand years ago.
He was eight years old when he heard about the ride of Paul Revere and the famous fight at Lexington.
Andrew Jackson was then a tall white-haired boy, thirteen years old.
He was elected to Congress, he was chosen judge of the supreme court of Tennessee, he was appointed general in the army, and lastly he was for eight years the president of the United States.
All this happened many years ago in New Britain, Connecticut.
He worked many years as a blacksmith and studied books whenever he had a spare moment.
He was a very little boy, but before he was three years old he could read quite well.
When eight years of age he was the best scholar at the famous school at Harrow.
When Cyrus was twelve years old he went with his mother to Media to visit his grandfather.
When Otanes was twelve years old, his parents wished to send him to a distant city to study in a famous school that was there.
He lived two hundred years ago, and was famous for his courage in defending his country.
He lived more than seven hundred years ago in a quaint little town of Italy.
When Aesop was about twenty years old his master lost a great deal of money and was obliged to sell his slaves.
John Randolph, of Roanoke, lived in Virginia one hundred years ago.
He was a member of Congress for many years, and was noted for his odd manners and strong self- will.
For four years and four months he lived alone on the island.
So, when he was eighteen years old, he ran away from his pleasant home and went to sea.
More than a hundred years ago, two boys were fishing in a small river.
Do not all persons live eighty years--yes, many times eighty years?
Louis the Fourteenth became king of France when he was only five years old.
They lived more than two thousand years ago, and each one helped to make his country famous.
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.
The years passed and almost nothing changed.
If you had looked ahead fifty years to 1240, you wouldn't have anticipated much change.
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.
It is just as engineer and communication technology pioneer John Pierce said, in the quote I offered above: "After growing wildly for years, the field of computing appears to be reaching its infancy."
Actually, I could make guesses, but they might well be spectacularly wrong and a guy doesn't want that haunting him ten years from now.
Think about notable astronomers of centuries past, who collected their own data through years of careful observation.
Science's progress over the past few hundred years has been determined mainly by the relatively slow speed at which we were able to collect data.
The twenty-five years of experience really does make a difference.
Two hundred years later, Ludolph van Ceulen calculated it to thirty-five digits.
Two hundred years later, William Rutherford thought he had calculated it to 208 digits but only got the first 152 correct, so we will give him credit that far.
Ten years later, in 1959, Francois Genuys used an IBM 704 and calculated pi to more than fifteen thousand digits in just four hours.
In 1921, a dozen years before he would be sworn in as president, Franklin Roosevelt was diagnosed with polio.
A few years later, with the United States again at war, most of its top medical minds were engaged in the war effort.
In the last thirty years there has not been a single smallpox death or even a single infection.
It was mentioned by the Hindus more than three thousand years ago (and some suggest they even inoculated against it).
Around 430 BC, Athens, embroiled in the Second Peloponnesian War, endured three years of epidemics that wiped out a third of its inhabitants.
Ten years later, in Somalia, the last natural case of smallpox occurred.
Two years later, an anthrax vaccine; the year after that, a rabies vaccine.
Dialysis came a few years later, then chemotherapy, then the defibrillator, then the polio vaccine; then came cloning, then a kidney transplant.
The number of pharmaceutical patents issued in 2010 was also more than fifty thousand—also an all-time record, and also likely to be broken again and again in the years to come.
We will do much more in the next twenty years than in the preceding one hundred.
After that, more in five years than those twenty.
Some years ago, a few people taking Wellbutrin reported that their cravings for cigarettes diminished.
Fifty years later, the human genome was decoded.
Twenty-five years ago, I had never seen a mobile phone.
He predicts that within twenty years, the first person to live to one thousand will be born.
"Robot" is a term almost one hundred years old, created in fiction before becoming a reality.
Taken together, those findings suggest that almost all economic growth in the last 120-plus years was from technology.
Fifteen years later, I got a computer with 4,000K (or 4MB) of memory, one thousand times the memory of my trusty VIC-20.
Fifteen years after that, I got the computer on which I currently am typing.
So I saw, in real dollars, the cost of computer memory fall to one one-millionth of what it was thirty years ago.
Now, less than twenty years later, a drive one thousand times larger is $70.
The overall economic output of the planet, GWP (gross world product), will rise dramatically in the years to come, but its distribution will be quite skewed.
Didn't Thomas Jefferson, author of the Declaration of Independence, believe the Constitution should be rewritten every twenty years so that no one was governed by a document they had no say in creating?
It will be regarded as interest payments on the accumulated riches of one thousand years of technical and material progress.
In a few years, the money is gone and they are worse off than before.
I base that expectation in part on the fact that today, many of us already live in more comfort than the richest king in the world did two hundred years ago.
Penalty for vagrancy rose over the years from time served in stocks, to whipping, to branding, and then to death.
That number is 30 percent higher than it was only ten years ago.
This will produce extremely specific nutritional information for just you, will add years to your life, and will increase its quality as well.
This leads to the proverbial "lean years" and "fat years."
In the lean years, harvests are small and farmers sometimes don't even produce enough to have surplus to sell.
Then again, don't the fat years make up for all this?
In the fat years, agricultural prices are pushed downward by the abundance, often below the cost of harvesting and transporting the crops.
If you look back across the span of time, you see wood plows being used in 4000 BC, then irrigation five hundred years later.
An iron plow comes three thousand years later in 500 BC, along with intensive row cultivation.
A couple of hundred years later, we see the Romans doing crop rotation.
Six hundred years after that, we get the windmill for irrigation.
In the first ten years of attempting to make better hybrids, Borlaug's group made more than six thousand crossings of wheat.
Until I was ten years old, my family lived in rural east Texas.
Over the next three years, forty-two folded-ear cats were born, and with them a new breed.
To sequence corn's genome took four years and cost US$30 million.
The access to information that mobile phones are bringing virtually everywhere on the planet is helping people raise their standard of living and will do so even more dramatically in the years to come.
During this three-year period, conveniently named by the Chinese "The Three Years of Natural Disasters," no one really knows how many people died; estimates range from fifteen million to a high of more than forty-five million.
And the great tragedy is: During these three years, China exported more than twelve million tons of grain along with a literal cornucopia of other agricultural products.
The chapter on civilization describes humanity's progress through the years and the importance of it.
The very fact that we have debated in recent years whether we can use torture to get information that will save lives is a sign of the effects of civilization.
When the Soviet Union dissolved only two years later, not with a bang but with a whimper, we were slack-jawed with surprise.
So, when I tell you we will see the end of war, if you are over thirty-five years of age, you have every reason to roll your eyes and tell me you have seen this movie before and aren't up for the sequel.
In the 1968 book The Lessons of History, Will and Ariel Durant calculated that, "In the last 3,421 years of recorded history only 268 have seen no war."
Fifty years after Eisenhower's warning, the armament industry is the largest industry on the planet.
It is this combined with the fact that their targets, too, are worth more; the cost of rebuilding a modern city today dwarfs the cost of rebuilding that city fifty years ago.
For instance, if you have a Facebook friend Abigail in Albania whom you only met once at a rock-paper-scissors competition years ago, you will generally regard Abigail's first-hand account as authoritative, even though you don't really know Abigail all that well.
In just a few years, virtually all phones will be camera phones.
It is only really about twenty years old.
Nearly four hundred years after his death, Shakespeare's works are read and studied around the globe.
Think of how a few thousand years of human civilization got us to a certain amount of computational power.
A few impressions stand out vividly from the first years of my life; but "the shadows of the prison-house are on the rest."
One child was six years old, the other two or three years older.
Many incidents of those early years are fixed in my memory, isolated, but clear and distinct, making the sense of that silent, aimless, dayless life all the more intense.
When I was about five years old we moved from the little vine-covered house to a large new one.
It was the third of March, 1887, three months before I was seven years old.
It was my teacher's genius, her quick sympathy, her loving tact which made the first years of my education so beautiful.
How different this journey was from the one I had made to Baltimore two years before!
I was keenly surprised and disappointed years later to learn of their acts of persecution that make us tingle with shame, even while we glory in the courage and energy that gave us our "Country Beautiful."
It is only after years of this sort of practice that even great men have learned to marshal the legion of words which come thronging through every byway of the mind.
For two years he seems to have held the belief that Miss Sullivan and I were innocent.
I was then twelve years old.
The two years in New York were happy ones, and I look back to them with genuine pleasure.
At the beginning we had agreed that I should, if necessary, take five years to prepare for college, but at the end of the first year the success of my examinations showed Miss Sullivan, Miss Harbaugh (Mr.
Mr. Gilman at first agreed to this; but when my tasks had become somewhat perplexing, he insisted that I was overworked, and that I should remain at his school three years longer.
I read my first connected story in May, 1887, when I was seven years old, and from that day to this I have devoured everything in the shape of a printed page that has come within the reach of my hungry finger tips.
As I have said, I did not study regularly during the early years of my education; nor did I read according to rule.
I was then about eight years old.
During the next two years I read many books at my home and on my visits to Boston.
Mr. Jefferson let me touch his face so that I could imagine how he looked on waking from that strange sleep of twenty years, and he showed me how poor old Rip staggered to his feet.
It was twelve years ago.
In spite of the lapse of years, they seem so close to me that I should not think it strange if at any moment they should clasp my hand and speak words of endearment as they used to before they went away.
She is always doing something to make some one happy, and her generosity and wise counsel have never failed my teacher and me in all the years we have known her.
He was six years old.
What did I do when I was six years old?
Many years ago there lived in England many good people, but the king and his friends were not kind and gentle and patient with good people, because the king did not like to have the people disobey him.
When I am thirteen years old I am going to travel in many strange and beautiful countries.
Many years ago, before people came to live on the earth, great trees and tall grasses and huge ferns and all the beautiful flowers cover the earth.
When I am thirteen years old I shall visit them all myself.
Only once afterward in fifteen years was their constant companionship broken for more than a few days at a time.
Eighty-three years seems very long to me.
I wonder how many years there will be in eternity.
Tommy Stringer, who appears in several of the following letters, became blind and deaf when he was four years old.
His name is Tommy, and he is five years old.
It was a lovely cape crocheted, for me, by an old gentleman, seventy-five years of age.
She has not had a vacation for twelve years, think of it, and all that time she has been the sunshine of my life.
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.
Her name is Ruby Rice, and she is thirteen years old, I think.
Her name is Maud Scott, and she is six years old.
This little boy could speak two or three languages before he lost his hearing through sickness, and he is now only about five years old.
She is less able to recall events of fifteen years ago than most of us are to recollect our childhood.
Although she has used the typewriter since she was eleven years old, she is rather careful than rapid.
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.
It is now sixty-five years since Dr. Samuel Gridley Howe knew that he had made his way through Laura Bridgman's fingers to her intelligence.
Laura Bridgman was born at Hanover, New Hampshire, December 21, 1829; so she was almost eight years old when Dr. Howe began his experiments with her.
His success convinced him that language can be conveyed through type to the mind of the blind-deaf child, who, before education, is in the state of the baby who has not learned to prattle; indeed, is in a much worse state, for the brain has grown in years without natural nourishment.
Very early in her life she became almost totally blind, and she entered the Perkins Institution October 7, 1880, when she was fourteen years old.
She will be seven years old the twenty-seventh of this month.
Do you remember Dr. Garcelon, who was Governor of Maine several years ago?
These children were older in years, it is true, than the baby who lisps, "Papa kiss baby--pretty," and fills out her meaning by pointing to her new dress; but their ability to understand and use language was no greater.
During the next two years neither Mr. Anagnos, who was in Europe for a year, nor Miss Sullivan wrote anything about Helen Keller for publication.
It was the first two years that counted.
The intellectual improvement which Helen has made in the past two years is shown more clearly in her greater command of language and in her ability to recognize nicer shades of meaning in the use of words, than in any other branch of her education.
"Were did I come from?" and "Where shall I go when I die?" were questions Helen asked when she was eight years old.
During the first two years of her intellectual life, I required Helen to write very little.
Let us lead them during the first years to find their greatest pleasure in Nature.
This became a difficult task, as her publishers in Philadelphia had retired from business many years ago; however, it was eventually discovered that her residence is at Wilmington, Delaware, and copies of the second edition of the book, 1889, were obtained from her.
In the early years of her education she had only good things to read; some were, indeed, trivial and not excellent in style, but not one was positively bad in manner or substance.
When she was twelve years old, she was asked what book she would take on a long railroad journey.
When she came to retell the story in a fuller form, the echo was still in her mind of the phrases she had written nine years before.
In the years when she was growing out of childhood, her style lost its early simplicity and became stiff and, as she says, "periwigged."
In these years the fear came many times to Miss Sullivan lest the success of the child was to cease with childhood.
I lived there two years and two months.
If I should attempt to tell how I have desired to spend my life in years past, it would probably surprise those of my readers who are somewhat acquainted with its actual history; it would certainly astonish those who know nothing about it.
In the course of three or four years, when the country became adapted to agriculture, they built themselves handsome houses, spending on them several thousands.
It was, for nearly two years after this, rye and Indian meal without yeast, potatoes, rice, a very little salt pork, molasses, and salt; and my drink, water.
The Mexicans also practised a similar purification at the end of every fifty-two years, in the belief that it was time for the world to come to an end.
For more than five years I maintained myself thus solely by the labor of my hands, and I found that, by working about six weeks in a year, I could meet all the expenses of living.
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.
Well, there I might live, I said; and there I did live, for an hour, a summer and a winter life; saw how I could let the years run off, buffet the winter through, and see the spring come in.
The present was my next experiment of this kind, which I purpose to describe more at length, for convenience putting the experience of two years into one.
And every few years a new lot is laid down and run over; so that, if some have the pleasure of riding on a rail, others have the misfortune to be ridden upon.
To speak critically, I never received more than one or two letters in my life--I wrote this some years ago--that were worth the postage.
He was about twenty-eight years old, and had left Canada and his father's house a dozen years before to work in the States, and earn money to buy a farm with at last, perhaps in his native country.
When I was four years old, as I well remember, I was brought from Boston to this my native town, through these very woods and this field, to the pond.
As I drew a still fresher soil about the rows with my hoe, I disturbed the ashes of unchronicled nations who in primeval years lived under these heavens, and their small implements of war and hunting were brought to the light of this modern day.
Once in a while we sat together on the pond, he at one end of the boat, and I at the other; but not many words passed between us, for he had grown deaf in his later years, but he occasionally hummed a psalm, which harmonized well enough with my philosophy.
The water laves the shore as it did a thousand years ago.
It was very clumsy, but lasted a great many years before it became water-logged and perhaps sank to the bottom.
In the spring of '49 I talked with the man who lives nearest the pond in Sudbury, who told me that it was he who got out this tree ten or fifteen years before.
His father, eighty years old, could not remember when it was not there.
I have found repeatedly, of late years, that I cannot fish without falling a little in self-respect.
Like many of my contemporaries, I had rarely for many years used animal food, or tea, or coffee, etc.; not so much because of any ill effects which I had traced to them, as because they were not agreeable to my imagination.
The battle which I witnessed took place in the Presidency of Polk, five years before the passage of Webster's Fugitive-Slave Bill.
The mortar on them was fifty years old, and was said to be still growing harder; but this is one of those sayings which men love to repeat whether they are true or not.
After soaking two years and then lying high six months it was perfectly sound, though waterlogged past drying.
Michaux, more than thirty years ago, says that the price of wood for fuel in New York and Philadelphia "nearly equals, and sometimes exceeds, that of the best wood in Paris, though this immense capital annually requires more than three hundred thousand cords, and is surrounded to the distance of three hundred miles by cultivated plains."
It is now many years that men have resorted to the forest for fuel and the materials of the arts: the New Englander and the New Hollander, the Parisian and the Celt, the farmer and Robin Hood, Goody Blake and Harry Gill; in most parts of the world the prince and the peasant, the scholar and the savage, equally require still a few sticks from the forest to warm them and cook their food.
In previous years I had often gone prospecting over some bare hillside, where a pitch pine wood had formerly stood, and got out the fat pine roots.
Stumps thirty or forty years old, at least, will still be sound at the core, though the sapwood has all become vegetable mould, as appears by the scales of the thick bark forming a ring level with the earth four or five inches distant from the heart.
They told me that they had some in the ice-houses at Fresh Pond five years old which was as good as ever.
In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagvat-Geeta, since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.
I heard a robin in the distance, the first I had heard for many a thousand years, methought, whose note I shall not forget for many a thousand more--the same sweet and powerful song as of yore.
I had not lived there a week before my feet wore a path from my door to the pond-side; and though it is five or six years since I trod it, it is still quite distinct.
Every one has heard the story which has gone the rounds of New England, of a strong and beautiful bug which came out of the dry leaf of an old table of apple-tree wood, which had stood in a farmer's kitchen for sixty years, first in Connecticut, and afterward in Massachusetts--from an egg deposited in the living tree many years earlier still, as appeared by counting the annual layers beyond it; which was heard gnawing out for several weeks, hatched perchance by the heat of an urn.
Some years ago, the State met me in behalf of the Church, and commanded me to pay a certain sum toward the support of a clergyman whose preaching my father attended, but never I myself.
Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness.
Boris on the contrary at once found his footing, and related quietly and humorously how he had known that doll Mimi when she was still quite a young lady, before her nose was broken; how she had aged during the five years he had known her, and how her head had cracked right across the skull.
The only young people remaining in the drawing room, not counting the young lady visitor and the countess' eldest daughter (who was four years older than her sister and behaved already like a grown-up person), were Nicholas and Sonya, the niece.
In another four years... then I will ask for your hand.
As for the past two years people have amused themselves by finding husbands for me (most of whom I don't even know), the matchmaking chronicles of Moscow now speak of me as the future Countess Bezukhova.
He listened, refraining from a reply, and involuntarily wondered how this old man, living alone in the country for so many years, could know and discuss so minutely and acutely all the recent European military and political events.
But think, Andrew: for a young society woman to be buried in the country during the best years of her life, all alone--for Papa is always busy, and I... well, you know what poor resources I have for entertaining a woman used to the best society.
On my word I'd give five years of my life for it!
How strange, how extraordinary, how joyful it seemed, that her son, the scarcely perceptible motion of whose tiny limbs she had felt twenty years ago within her, that son about whom she used to have quarrels with the too indulgent count, that son who had first learned to say "pear" and then "granny," that this son should now be away in a foreign land amid strange surroundings, a manly warrior doing some kind of man's work of his own, without help or guidance.
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.
Wheels creak on their axles as the cogs engage one another and the revolving pulleys whirr with the rapidity of their movement, but a neighboring wheel is as quiet and motionless as though it were prepared to remain so for a hundred years; but the moment comes when the lever catches it and obeying the impulse that wheel begins to creak and joins in the common motion the result and aim of which are beyond its ken.
On his right sat the Italian abbe whom Pierre had met at Anna Pavlovna's two years before.
The meeting was at an end, and on reaching home Pierre felt as if he had returned from a long journey on which he had spent dozens of years, had become completely changed, and had quite left behind his former habits and way of life.
The building of a new church, previously begun, had cost about 10,000 in each of the last two years, and he did not know how the rest, about 100,000 rubles, was spent, and almost every year he was obliged to borrow.
Forgetting the danger of being recognized, Rostov went close to the porch, together with some inquisitive civilians, and again, after two years, saw those features he adored: that same face and same look and step, and the same union of majesty and mildness....
Prince Andrew had spent two years continuously in the country.
In 1809 Count Ilya Rostov was living at Otradnoe just as he had done in former years, that is, entertaining almost the whole province with hunts, theatricals, dinners, and music.
Nearly two years before this, in 1808, Pierre on returning to Petersburg after visiting his estates had involuntarily found himself in a leading position among the Petersburg Freemasons.
I wished to meditate, but instead my imagination pictured an occurrence of four years ago, when Dolokhov, meeting me in Moscow after our duel, said he hoped I was enjoying perfect peace of mind in spite of my wife's absence.
The Rostovs' monetary affairs had not improved during the two years they had spent in the country.
Four years before, meeting a German comrade in the stalls of a Moscow theater, Berg had pointed out Vera Rostova to him and had said in German, "das soll mein Weib werden," * and from that moment had made up his mind to marry her.
Natasha was sixteen and it was the year 1809, the very year to which she had counted on her fingers with Boris after they had kissed four years ago.
(Berg measured his life not by years but by promotions.)
Five years have passed since then, and already I, with my petty understanding, begin to see clearly why she had to die, and in what way that death was but an expression of the infinite goodness of the Creator, whose every action, though generally incomprehensible to us, is but a manifestation of His infinite love for His creatures.
There was one pilgrim, a quiet pockmarked little woman of fifty called Theodosia, who for over thirty years had gone about barefoot and worn heavy chains.
The thin, hollow-cheeked Chekmar, having got everything ready, kept glancing at his master with whom he had lived on the best of terms for thirty years, and understanding the mood he was in expected a pleasant chat.
For a long time he could not reconcile himself to the idea that he was one of those same retired Moscow gentlemen-in-waiting he had so despised seven years before.
Julie, with whom she had corresponded for the last five years, was in Moscow, but proved to be quite alien to her when they met.
Like the old emigre who declined to marry the lady with whom he had spent his evenings for years, she regretted Julie's presence and having no one to write to.
There was a special reason for this, as he had got married two years before--a fact known only to his most intimate friends.
Balaga was a famous troyka driver who had known Dolokhov and Anatole some six years and had given them good service with his troykas.
For fifty-eight years have I lived in this world and never known anything so disgraceful!
Of all those present, evidently he alone was not seeking anything for himself, nursed no hatred against anyone, and only desired that the plan, formed on a theory arrived at by years of toil, should be carried out.
This simple thought could not occur to the doctors (as it cannot occur to a wizard that he is unable to work his charms) because the business of their lives was to cure, and they received money for it and had spent the best years of their lives on that business.
Some thirty years ago Ferapontov, by Alpatych's advice, had bought a wood from the prince, had begun to trade, and now had a house, an inn, and a corn dealer's shop in that province.
Thoughts that had not entered her mind for years--thoughts of a life free from the fear of her father, and even the possibility of love and of family happiness--floated continually in her imagination like temptations of the devil.
One instance, which had occurred some twenty years before, was a movement among the peasants to emigrate to some unknown "warm rivers."
Just as Dron was a model village Elder, so Alpatych had not managed the prince's estates for twenty years in vain.
I have served twenty-three years and have done no wrong.
He was listening to the general's report-- which consisted chiefly of a criticism of the position at Tsarevo- Zaymishche--as he had listened to Denisov, and seven years previously had listened to the discussion at the Austerlitz council of war.
Narrow and burdensome and useless to anyone as his life now seemed to him, Prince Andrew on the eve of battle felt agitated and irritable as he had done seven years before at Austerlitz.
The first fifteen years of the nineteenth century in Europe present an extraordinary movement of millions of people.
Men leave their customary pursuits, hasten from one side of Europe to the other, plunder and slaughter one another, triumph and are plunged in despair, and for some years the whole course of life is altered and presents an intensive movement which first increases and then slackens.
Gerasim, that sallow beardless old man Pierre had seen at Torzhok five years before with Joseph Bazdeev, came out in answer to his knock.
I spent years there, said Pierre.
I assure you I was his enemy eight years ago.
"And so, brother" (it was at this point that Pierre came up), "ten years or more passed by.
And the whole world for fifty years has been repeating: Sublime!
From the habit of fifty years all this had a physically agitating effect on the old general.
The same submissive, expressionless look with which he had listened to the Emperor's commands on the field of Austerlitz seven years before settled on his face now.
Seven years had passed.
Deprived of power and authority, his crimes and his craft exposed, he should have appeared to them what he appeared ten years previously and one year later--an outlawed brigand.
The man who ten years before and a year later was considered an outlawed brigand is sent to an island two days' sail from France, which for some reason is presented to him as his dominion, and guards are given to him and millions of money are paid him.
And some years pass during which he plays a pitiful comedy to himself in solitude on his island, justifying his actions by intrigues and lies when the justification is no longer needed, and displaying to the whole world what it was that people had mistaken for strength as long as an unseen hand directed his actions.
Within four years he had paid off all his remaining debts without selling any of his wife's property, and having received a small inheritance on the death of a cousin he paid his debt to Pierre as well.
In another three years, by 1820, he had so managed his affairs that he was able to buy a small estate adjoining Bald Hills and was negotiating to buy back Otradnoe--that being his pet dream.
And with an eager face Nicholas began to speak of the possibility of repurchasing Otradnoe before long, and added: "Another ten years of life and I shall leave the children... in an excellent position."
The Allies defeated Napoleon, entered Paris, forced Napoleon to abdicate, and sent him to the island of Elba, not depriving him of the title of Emperor and showing him every respect, though five years before and one year later they all regarded him as an outlaw and a brigand.
Only the expression of the will of the Deity, not dependent on time, can relate to a whole series of events occurring over a period of years or centuries, and only the Deity, independent of everything, can by His sole will determine the direction of humanity's movement; but man acts in time and himself takes part in what occurs.
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.
Similarly a man who committed a murder twenty years ago and has since lived peaceably and harmlessly in society seems less guilty and his action more due to the law of inevitability, to someone who considers his action after twenty years have elapsed than to one who examined it the day after it was committed.
We've been married for nearly five years, and we just made love.
At ten years old, Jonathan was almost as tall as she was.
She was only a month into two years old, but she was big for her age.
The car was six years old now, but it was in good shape and still had low mileage.
I graduated two years ahead of her and didn't keep in touch.
Spencer was nearly ten years older than her, but maybe she liked older men.
A person could change a lot in a few years, especially when they were that young.
Howard was a good ten years older and had far more important things on his mind – like his new position as partner at the law firm.
That must make you about five years old.
Hadn't she resigned herself to being the ugly duckling years ago?
Maybe later - a few years from now.
It reminded her of those days, years ago, when the family laughed and talked to each other.
Where I've lived for the last two years, thanks to him.
Cade had put on enough weight to take the hollows out of his cheeks, making him look a good ten years younger.
Never the less he and Martha have four married years under their belts and are expecting their first child.
I've been picked over six years, but our family is known to be especially long lived.
If I remember rightly, we were sixty-six years old the day before yesterday.
Mother's about two thousand years old; but she carelessly lost track of her age a few centuries ago and skipped several hundreds.
On the day that he was seven years old, his mother gave him a few pennies.
A thousand years ago boys and girls did not learn to read.
Sir William Jones lived nearly two hundred years ago.