Carmen held out a hand.
In spite of her decision not to, she glanced out the window.
It's the only way to get out of the Valley of Voe.
Remembering what Felipa had said about the girls being out of a home if Alex refused the inheritance, she smiled.
He walked out of the room chuckling.
She gazed out the window as if she hadn't noticed anything unusual.
Señor Medena was watching Alex, but from the corner of her eye Carmen could see Alex was looking out the window.
As it came to a stop the conductor called out in a loud voice.
Carmen sat with her hands clutched together tightly as the plane taxied out to the runway.
She reached out and took the picture from his hand.
Even a bird is smart enough to push the fledgling out of the nest when it fails to fly on its own.
He got his satchel from the buggy and, opening it, took out two deadly looking revolvers that made the children shrink back in alarm just to look at.
Dorothy was a little anxious about the success of their trip, for the way Jim arched his long neck and spread out his bony legs as he fluttered and floundered through the air was enough to make anybody nervous.
Jumping out of the buggy he put Dorothy's suit-case under the seat and her bird-cage on the floor in front.
The space underneath the roof, where they stood, permitted them to see on all sides of the tall building, and they looked with much curiosity at the city spread out beneath them.
"Probably the Gargoyles are still busy trying to put out the fire," returned the Wizard.
Let's get in out of this cold wind.
Why don't we go out for supper tonight - just us and the kids?
Alex held out a hand.
Maybe Katie was simply trying to stay out of trouble.
As soon as I see the light, I will mount my horse and ride out to give the alarm.
My father was obliged to get a ladder and take Miss Sullivan out through the window--much to my delight.
Staring out the bay window at the old house, she abandoned her coffee cup on the window sill.
She followed him out the door and watched as he hopped into the truck and started the engine.
The coop was a comfortable 48°F - warm enough to keep the eggs from freezing, but cold enough that the chickens didn't get shocked by the temperature change when they went out of the coop.
Do you think Jonathan might feel left out when the new baby comes?
You always look neat and clean - even if you are a little out of style.
Felipa held her hands out to Destiny.
The idea was reinforced when Gerald turned and walked out the door without doing so.
Looking out, they could see into some of the houses near them, where there were open windows in abundance, and were able to mark the forms of the wooden Gargoyles moving about in their dwellings.
He sent out among the poor people of the city and found two little babies who had never heard a word spoken.
Throwing a blanket over me, she almost suffocated me, but she put out the fire.
The little princess went round the table with quick, short, swaying steps, her workbag on her arm, and gaily spreading out her dress sat down on a sofa near the silver samovar, as if all she was doing was a pleasure to herself and to all around her.
But I guess if we have, it's no worse than having a child out of wedlock.
We... actually, I... was thinking about adopting a few wild horses from out west where they have too many.
She leaned back against his arm, watching his profile as he looked out the window.
He pulled the shirt tails out of his pants and shucked it.
Carmen wanted to shrivel out of sight.
Her lower lip pushed out and then she started to cry.
Waiting until they were out of view from the men at the corral, Carmen rode up beside Alex.
It was time to shove those old inhibitions out of their bedroom.
And then they were walking out the door, still talking about the mare.
It wasn't the first time she had gone to bed while he was out on a call, but it was the first time she had done so away from home.
She reached out and brushed dirt from his shoulder without commenting.
She was so worn out that she fell asleep at the table.
Carmen couldn't make out more than a few words, but one of them was mare.
Carmen made a ball out of a pair of socks.
Señor Medena came out and watched for a while.
I think everyone was guilty of staring at her at least once - if for no other reason, wondering if she was going to fall out of her dress.
"Those were the first words I ever said," called out the horse, who had overheard them, "and I can't explain why I happened to speak then.
"Look out!" cried Dorothy, who noticed that the beautiful man did not look where he was going; "be careful, or you'll fall off!"
He reached the edge of the tall roof, stepped one foot out into the air, and walked into space as calmly as if he were on firm ground.
Immediately the Prince and all of his people flocked out of the hall into the street, that they might see what was about to happen.
Dorothy and Zeb jumped out of the buggy and ran after them, but the Sorcerer remained calmly in his throne.
A balloon meant to her some other arrival from the surface of the earth, and she hoped it would be some one able to assist her and Zeb out of their difficulties.
Then a little man jumped out of the basket, took off his tall hat, and bowed very gracefully to the crowd of Mangaboos around him.
I had let so much gas out of my balloon that I could not rise again, and in a few minutes the earth closed over my head.
But I've just had the bad luck to come out of the sky, skip the solid earth, and land lower down than I intended.
Dorothy and Zeb now got out of the buggy and walked beside the Prince, so that they might see and examine the flowers and plants better.
The little man felt carefully in his pocket and pulled out the tiny piglets, setting them upon the grass one by one, where they ran around and nibbled the tender blades.
"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.
I'd kick out with those long legs and iron-shod hoofs.
An instant later he suddenly backed toward the crowd of Mangaboos and kicked out his hind legs as hard as he could.
It was all laid out into lovely lawns and gardens, with pebble paths leading through them and groves of beautiful and stately trees dotting the landscape here and there.
"Isn't it fine?" cried Dorothy, in a joyous voice, as she sprang out of the buggy and let Eureka run frolicking over the velvety grass.
Dorothy laughed and stretched out her hands.
The Wizard got out his sword at once, and Zeb grabbed the horse-whip.
As soon as he trotted out upon the surface of the river he found himself safe from pursuit, and Zeb was already running across the water toward Dorothy.
The third time that he thrust out the weapon there was a loud roar and a fall, and suddenly at his feet appeared the form of a great red bear, which was nearly as big as the horse and much stronger and fiercer.
The Wizard opened his satchel and got out some sticking-plaster with which he mended the cuts Jim had received from the claws of the bears.
The light was dim, and soon they mounted into total darkness, so that the Wizard was obliged to get out his lanterns to light the way.
The opening in the mountain was on the side opposite to the Valley of Voe, and our travellers looked out upon a strange scene.
On peering out all they could see was rolling banks of clouds, so thick that they obscured all else.
But the travellers were obliged to rest, and while they were sitting on the rocky floor the Wizard felt in his pocket and brought out the nine tiny piglets.
There's going to be trouble, and my sword isn't stout enough to cut up those wooden bodies--so I shall have to get out my revolvers.
But Jim was ready for them, and when he saw them coming he turned his heels toward them and began kicking out as hard as he could.
This daunted the enemy for a time, but the defenders were soon out of breath.
"She's gone out for a walk," said Jim, gruffly.
However, the Wizard went once more to his satchel--which seemed to contain a surprising variety of odds and ends--and brought out a spool of strong wire, by means of which they managed to fasten four of the wings to Jim's harness, two near his head and two near his tail.
Just you light out and make for that rock, Jim; and don't waste any time about it, either.
"It occurs to me," said the Wizard, "that we ought to get out of this place before the mother dragon comes back."
The children and the Wizard rushed across the moving rock and sprang into the passage beyond, landing safely though a little out of breath.
For my part, if we manage to get out of here I'll be glad it isn't the way the dragon goes.
"Were you ever before shut up in a cave, far under the earth, with no way of getting out?" enquired the horse, seriously.
So he sat down upon the floor of the cave, brought the piglets out one by one, and allowed them to run around as much as they pleased.
Jim's eyes stuck out as much as those of the Sawhorse, and he stared at the creature with his ears erect and his long head drawn back until it rested against his arched neck.
In the forest he would be thought ungainly, because his face is stretched out and his neck is uselessly long.
Just then Dorothy, who had risen early and heard the voices of the animals, ran out to greet her old friends.
As she entered the great hall a voice called out, in a rather harsh tone:
This act he repeated until all of the nine tiny piglets were visible, and they were so glad to get out of his pocket that they ran around in a very lively manner.
"That is what we are trying to find out," remarked the Scarecrow.
She threatened to scratch my eyes out if I touched her.
The piglet is gone, and you ran out of the room when Jellia opened the door.
When next the door was opened you ran out and hid yourself--and the piglet was gone.
"Why, that's for you to find out," replied Eureka.
But don't try to make out I'm too innocent to eat a fat piglet if I could do it and not be found out.
As the Princess held the white piglet in her arms and stroked its soft hair she said: Let Eureka out of the cage, for she is no longer a prisoner, but our good friend.
The vase had a very small neck, and spread out at the top like a bowl.
There was no way to get the creature out without breaking the vase, so the Tin Woodman smashed it with his axe and set the little prisoner free.
Then Zeb brought out Jim, all harnessed to the buggy, and took his seat.
Just ahead of them were the gates of Hugson's Ranch, and Uncle Hugson now came out and stood with uplifted arms and wide open mouth, staring in amazement.
When the king's soldiers heard about this powder, they made up their minds to go out and get it for themselves.
All at once a light flashed out from the tower.
Away they went through the village street and out upon the country road.
Then I will jump out and throw my arms around its neck and choke it to death.
Then I will drag it out of the bushes and call mamma to come and see it.
He could see its shadow as he peeped out through the clusters of leaves.
"I will fetch her out," said Israel Putnam.
When I jerk it, then pull me out as quickly as you can.
Putnam gave the rope a quick jerk and his friends pulled him out in great haste.
Men and boys pulled with all their might; and Putnam and the wolf were drawn out together.
"I have only six nails," he said, "and it will take a little time to hammer out ten more."
I will go out and make believe that I am bringing him a present.
The Dean took the rabbit and went out of the house.
Then, taking out his purse, he offered the Dean a shilling.
Little Giotto came out from a corner, trembling and ashamed.
The wreaths were so nearly alike that none of those who were with the king could point out any difference.
"I am going to help drive those red-coated British out of the country," he said to his mother.
Andrew threw out his hand and received an ugly gash across the knuckles.
Some other officers, who had seen the whole affair, cried out to the captain, Shame!
And so they set out on their journey to Exeter.
The next one that whispers must come out and stand in the middle of the floor.
First, Tommy Jones whispered to Billy Brown and was at once called out to stand on the floor.
He wished to escape the punishment, and so he called out, "Lucy Martin!" and went proudly to his seat.
With tears in her eyes she went out and stood in the whisperer's place.
It is the rule and custom of the cupbearer to pour out a little of the wine and taste it before handing the cup to me.
One day, after lesson hours, Al Farra rose to go out of the house.
It is the man who rose to go out, and two young princes contended for the honor of giving him his shoes but at last agreed that each should offer him one.
The chief tore out the lining and found the gold hidden beneath it.
The shah, or ruler of these people, went out to meet Alexander and welcome him to their country.
It was very deep, and there was no way to climb out of it.
They did not kill him, but they drove him out of the city and bade him never return.
They went out bareheaded and very humble.
The next day, all the priests and learned men went out to beg for mercy.
So, leading his little children by the hand, they went out to meet Coriolanus.
At last, he could hold out no longer.
The ship was driven far out of her course.
Each one told of some plan by which to keep out of her way.
He went far out of his way and lost much time, all on account of his surliness.
Then he went out again, very quietly, and slipped them all into the boy's pocket.
He could not hold out much longer.
Then he set out on foot to walk to another city.
He jumped out of the water and shouted again.
The gardener put his hand under his cloak and drew out the very bag that the merchant had lost.
Out of doors the wind was blowing.
The woodman stirred the fire until the flames leaped high and the sparks flew out of the roof hole.
At last, just as the blacksmith was in the midst of a stirring song, he rose quietly and went out into the darkness.
Everything that was evil or disagreeable had been carefully kept out of his sight.
"Then to-morrow I will go out and see some of those things," he said.
The next morning, Gautama sat in his carriage and rode out from the palace into one of the streets of the city.
They passed out into the open country and saw the cottages of the poor people.
One night he left the beautiful palace which his father had given to him and went out into the world to do good and to help his fellow men.
Before Mrs. Jacquot could open it, some one called out, "Is this the house of Jacquot, the charcoal man?"
"Here!" cried the child himself, darting out from his hiding place.
As the little king went out, he turned at the door and called to Charlot.
As he came out of the forest he saw a little boy by the roadside, who seemed to be watching for some one.
They say he is hunting in the woods, and perhaps will ride out this way.
In a few minutes the big net was pulled up out of the water.
So he commissioned seven emissaries to go out to seven certain oracles around the world and on a predetermined day, let's say July 12, at a predetermined time, say 3:00 p.m.
Remember the notion that the Internet wouldn't turn out to be only for one purpose—that while my car is clearly for taking me places, the Internet won't be for doing one single task, but many?
That said, if I had to pick one function I think the Internet will turn out to "be," it is this: The Internet will become a repository and a set of applications for storing the sum total of all life experiences of all people on earth.
People who take time out of their schedule to do something that helps just one person.
You have picked out a suit, a sharp grey one with barely detectable pinstripes.
Every sale from the point the robot was turned on to when the sun finally burns out will be perfectly remembered.
The machine will figure this out as it collects more data and incorporates more variables, and then experiments on people to see which combinations of factors work the best.
You are not from there, and you want to go out for Italian food for dinner.
We all have had that turn out poorly!
As we move out from that defined center, we come to disorders and disabilities—impairments of bodily systems that are brought about by injury, disease, or genetics.
Around 430 BC, Athens, embroiled in the Second Peloponnesian War, endured three years of epidemics that wiped out a third of its inhabitants.
In the 800s, smallpox wiped out a third of Japan.
He laid out how doctors should conduct themselves professionally, how to record patient records, and even suggested matters of personal hygiene for physicians, right down to their fingernails.
Imagine a computer culling through this massive amount of data, inconceivably large, and pulling out patterns.
I am not saying the research scientist loses out to the florist in Akron, Ohio.
Then the scientific race of the century was on, with this goal: to figure out how DNA conveyed genetic information.
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.
Some of it is known, but the function of each of the thirty thousand genes has to be figured out one at a time.
Complex projects can be carried out on multiple continents through project management tools.
With the rapid flow of information about businesses and their products, along with the ease of "checking up" on a vendor, good businesses will get more business and push out the bad ones.
By "make a car," I mean really make a car: dig iron ore out of the ground, smelt it to steel, wildcat for oil, find oil and refine it into gasoline, and so on.
You figure out how to make your widget from this new plastic.
Once someone knows how to make a factory that can produce 48,000 pins a day with ten people, someone else can figure out how to make one that makes 100,000 a day with five people.
You'd better scramble and get a chair even if it means elbowing little Timmy out of the way.
But think about how it could play out: If energy truly were free and unlimited, you could, for instance, power tractors everywhere in the world.
They are able to produce widgets for ten cents, putting the Dollar Widget Company (with its unfortunate name) out of business.
If jump ropes or board games or ice cream turn out to have positive externalities—that is, if they help society—a subsidy could lower the prices of these items.
As I have pointed out, technology may in fact have limits, but we do not know what they are.
All the jobs that can, in theory, be done by machines—the jobs that I think suck the life force out of people—will in fact be done by machines.
To that extent, the contraption that automatically metes out the daily allotment of cat food for your pet is a robot.
We need no far-out scenarios to see how this will change the world.
Frictionless coatings that never wear out in machines that last for centuries.
That could be true, but I don't think so, for reasons laid out in the chapter on scarcity.
About clothes, and how robots will weave garments that never wear out from materials not yet invented that will cost very little.
Creditors loan out money worth a lot, only to be repaid in money worth less.
It was a calculated, deliberate move to wipe out the wealthy.
Economically, that hasn't turned out as well as they had hoped.
Sometimes the poor cut out the middleman of government entirely.
We have surmised the future widening of the gap between the rich and poor, and looked at how that has played out in history.
In a heated moment the phrase "jack-booted thug" slips out, and it is all downhill from there.
Some stocks reliably pay dividends, portions of a corporation's profits paid out in cash to its shareholders.
I describe these three situations because each, in its own way, illustrates how I think the future will play out regarding income and wealth.
Cars replaced horses; did the stable boys remain out of work?
The iceman delivered ice for your icebox until the electric freezer put him out of business.
But as we grew up, reality set in that market forces did not allow those activities to pay enough to support us, so at some point we all figured out we had to "earn a living."
It turns out that he loves to paint.
In a speech to the House of Representatives at this same time, Congressman Davy Crockett told the story of getting chewed out by a constituent for voting for a $20,000 emergency relief bill for the homeless in a city just wiped out by a fire.
For instance, if you think large corporation are greedy and evil, then when you read about how large corporations produce low-nutrition food or are putting family farms out of business, you will believe it.
But in the future when we have more and better information, if it turns out that some of these methods are not net gains, we will know that and look elsewhere for solutions.
A fascinating character and an extremely patient experimenter, Mendel was a German friar and scientist who figured out that plants (and presumably animals) had inheritable characteristics.
All the seeds we have today have these inherent limits built into them that we still haven't figured out how to change.
First, this future farm I describe is nothing like what I go out of my way to avoid today.
I foresee a day when, on a Sunday afternoon, a family might drive (or actually be driven by their car) out to a farm to see where food comes from.
(If that can be achieved, to my readers under age twelve, I hold out the possibility of Brussels sprouts that taste like chocolate.)
Since its founding in 2005, Kiva has loaned out nearly a quarter of a billion dollars and is repaid almost 99 percent of the time.
China pulled out all the stops, dividing its farmland into about twenty-five thousand collective farms with an average of five thousand households each.
That set-up didn't turn out so well.
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?
But in making the case that war can and will be ended, I have my work cut out for me.
Out of the blue, the cavalry comes to the rescue.
In the past, impetuous young men would drop out of college and run off to join the army.
Now they drop out of college and run off to start corporations.
It was the basis for the movie War Games in which the military's computer finally figures out it can't win in a nuclear launch scenario and says of such a war, Strange game.
It is hard to see how all-out war turns a profit for anyone in any scenario.
The arch not only celebrates this military victory, it points out that it was profitable.
Monarchies with any real, significant power are just waiting out the clock.
These and literally thousands more issues are worked out in treaties and agreements between nations.
But maybe as a civilization, we have to talk out loud to figure out where we stand, to make progress.
This is starkly different than if violence breaks out in a distant, unreal place where the only flow of information is from official sources.
Friedman goes on to point out that almost anywhere in the world today, it would be impossible to get away with this fraud.
Publishing was expensive, and by the time news of the lie came out, days or weeks had passed.
A record 15 percent—about one out of every seven—of new marriages in 2008 landed in the 'Marrying Out' category.
A record 15 percent—about one out of every seven—of new marriages in 2008 landed in the 'Marrying Out' category.
We will live out the realization that, as Bertrand Russell said, "War does not determine who is right, only who is left."
War as the remedy will fall out of favor for the many reasons I outline above.
Othello ends up killing the virtuous Desdemona out of jealousy.
When you reach a step you do not understand, do you not start reading out loud really slowly?
It turns out that, even when doing what you love, both passion and profit matter—but that particular piece of wisdom came later with age.
They could put all their competitors out of business.
We were busy cutting out paper dolls; but we soon wearied of this amusement, and after cutting up our shoestrings and clipping all the leaves off the honeysuckle that were within reach, I turned my attention to Martha's corkscrews.
One day I happened to spill water on my apron, and I spread it out to dry before the fire which was flickering on the sitting-room hearth.
But I did not find out the secret for several years.
We lived a long way from any school for the blind or the deaf, and it seemed unlikely that any one would come to such an out-of-the-way place as Tuscumbia to teach a child who was both deaf and blind.
My aunt made me a big doll out of towels.
I pointed this out to everybody with provoking persistency, but no one seemed equal to the task of providing the doll with eyes.
I felt approaching footsteps, I stretched out my hand as I supposed to my mother.
She brought me my hat, and I knew I was going out into the warm sunshine.
I learned how the sun and the rain make to grow out of the ground every tree that is pleasant to the sight and good for food, how birds build their nests and live and thrive from land to land, how the squirrel, the deer, the lion and every other creature finds food and shelter.
I knew the sky was black, because all the heat, which meant light to me, had died out of the atmosphere.
I started up and instinctively stretched out my hands.
I had made many mistakes, and Miss Sullivan had pointed them out again and again with gentle patience.
"Love is something like the clouds that were in the sky before the sun came out," she replied.
We read and studied out of doors, preferring the sunlit woods to the house.
Little Tim was so tame that he would hop on my finger and eat candied cherries out of my hand.
On the seat opposite me sat my big rag doll, Nancy, in a new gingham dress and a beruffled sunbonnet, looking at me out of two bead eyes.
When I next saw her she was a formless heap of cotton, which I should not have recognized at all except for the two bead eyes which looked out at me reproachfully.
But the rumble of the machinery made me think it was thundering, and I began to cry, because I feared if it rained we should not be able to have our picnic out of doors.
I thrust out my hands to grasp some support, I clutched at the water and at the seaweed which the waves tossed in my face.
I could also feel the stamping of the horses, which they had ridden out from town and hitched under the trees, where they stood all night, neighing loudly, impatient to be off.
Long after dark we reached home and found the cottage empty; the family were all out hunting for us.
We rushed out-of-doors to feel the first few tiny flakes descending.
All the roads were hidden, not a single landmark was visible, only a waste of snow with trees rising out of it.
As I talked, happy thoughts fluttered up out of my words that might perhaps have struggled in vain to escape my fingers.
Words and images came tripping to my finger ends, and as I thought out sentence after sentence, I wrote them on my braille slate.
Miss Canby herself wrote kindly, "Some day you will write a great story out of your own head, that will be a comfort and help to many."
This habit of assimilating what pleased me and giving it out again as my own appears in much of my early correspondence and my first attempts at writing.
The teachers at the Wright-Humason School were always planning how they might give the pupils every advantage that those who hear enjoy--how they might make much of few tendencies and passive memories in the cases of the little ones--and lead them out of the cramping circumstances in which their lives were set.
The examination papers were given out at nine o'clock at Harvard and brought to Radcliffe by a special messenger.
The papers were difficult, and I felt very anxious as I wrote out my answers on the typewriter.
From February to July, 1898, Mr. Keith came out to Wrentham twice a week, and taught me algebra, geometry, Greek and Latin.
In desperation you seize the budget and dump everything out, and there in a corner is your man, serenely brooding on his own private thought, unconscious of the catastrophe which he has brought upon you.
The warm sun shone on the pine trees and drew out all their fragrance.
Her beautiful, unselfish spirit shines out like a bright star in the night of a dark and cruel age.
No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourse of my book-friends.
More than once in the course of my story I have referred to my love of the country and out-of-door sports.
Nothing gives me greater pleasure than to take my friends out rowing when they visit me.
As they passed us, the large craft and the gunboats in the harbour saluted and the seamen shouted applause for the master of the only little sail-boat that ventured out into the storm.
We went out to see the hero that had withstood so many tempests, and it wrung my heart to see him prostrate who had mightily striven and was now mightily fallen.
The squares are cut out, so that the men stand in them firmly.
Then they rose to fight the duel, and I followed the swift thrusts and parries of the swords and the waverings of poor Bob as his courage oozed out at his finger ends.
There was an odour of print and leather in the room which told me that it was full of books, and I stretched out my hand instinctively to find them.
I also recited "Laus Deo," and as I spoke the concluding verses, he placed in my hands a statue of a slave from whose crouching figure the fetters were falling, even as they fell from Peter's limbs when the angel led him forth out of prison.
Next summer Mildred will go out in the garden with me and pick the big sweet strawberries and then she will be very happy.
Every day the people went upon deck to look out for land.
Do you like to look out of your window, and see little stars?
The engine-bell tells the passengers that they are coming to a station, and it tells the people to keep out of the way.
It was very pleasant out in the shady woods, and we all enjoyed the picnic very much.
Mildred is out in the yard playing, and mother is picking the delicious strawberries.
The doll cried, too, and stretched out its arms from among the green branches, and looked distressed.
Little sister and I would take you out into the garden, and pick the delicious raspberries and a few strawberries for you.
I think we shall have a beautiful time out in the cool, pleasant woods.
Then I will take his soft chubby hand in mine, and go out in the bright sunshine with him.
Sometimes, when mother does not know it, she goes out into the vineyard, and gets her apron full of delicious grapes.
They cannot come out of the picture to harm you.
When I walk out in my garden I cannot see the beautiful flowers but I know that they are all around me; for is not the air sweet with their fragrance?
Last evening I went out in the yard and spoke to the moon.
He has found out that doors have locks, and that little sticks and bits of paper can be got into the key-hole quite easily; but he does not seem very eager to get them out after they are in.
Every day I find out something which makes me glad.
Everything was fresh and spring-like, and we stayed out of doors all day.
We even ate our breakfast out on the piazza.
Once, while we were out on the water, the sun went down over the rim of the earth, and threw a soft, rosy light over the White City, making it look more than ever like Dreamland....
She said we would, and he took us way out on the track and put us on board our train.
We think of you so, so often! and our hearts go out to you in tenderest sympathy; and you know better than this poor letter can tell you how happy we always are to have you with us!
We visited our good friends, Mr. and Mrs. Chamberlin, at Wrentham, out in the country, where they have a lovely home.
Every morning, before lesson-time, we all go out to the steep hill on the northern shore of the lake near the house, and coast for an hour or so.
Love always finds its way to an imprisoned soul, and leads it out into the world of freedom and intelligence!
I cannot make out anything written in my hand, so you see, Ragnhild has got ahead of me in some things.
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.
There were about twenty-five thousand people at the game, and, when we went out, the noise was so terrific, we nearly jumped out of our skins, thinking it was the din of war, and not of a football game that we heard.
You know a student's life is of necessity somewhat circumscribed and narrow and crowds out almost everything that is not in books....
There's no great hurry, and I want to get as much as possible out of my studies.
How in the world do the papers find out everything, I wonder.
If he had not taken upon himself the responsibility of Laura Bridgman's education and led her out of the pit of Acheron back to her human inheritance, should I be a sophomore at Radcliffe College to-day--who can say?
Words are powerless to describe the desolation of that prison-house, or the joy of the soul that is delivered out of its captivity.
It was written out of my heart, and perhaps that is why it met a sympathetic response in other hearts.
Long corrections she wrote out on her typewriter, with catch-words to indicate where they belonged.
But she was not satisfied until she had carried out her purpose and entered college.
She cannot sing and she cannot play the piano, although, as some early experiments show, she could learn mechanically to beat out a tune on the keys.
Miss Keller's effort to reach out and meet other people on their own intellectual ground has kept her informed of daily affairs.
When she is out walking she often stops suddenly, attracted by the odour of a bit of shrubbery.
She reaches out and touches the leaves, and the world of growing things is hers, as truly as it is ours, to enjoy while she holds the leaves in her fingers and smells the blossoms, and to remember when the walk is done.
Philosophers have tried to find out what was her conception of abstract ideas before she learned language.
She felt my face and dress and my bag, which she took out of my hand and tried to open.
She puts her hands in our plates and helps herself, and when the dishes are passed, she grabs them and takes out whatever she wants.
I forced her out of the chair and made her pick it up.
Then I let her out into the warm sunshine and went up to my room and threw myself on the bed exhausted.
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.
You will be glad to hear that my experiment is working out finely.
We had a good frolic this morning out in the garden.
She usually feels the softest step and throws out her arms to ascertain if any one is near her.
I took her plate away and started to take her out of the room.
After breakfast we go out and watch the men at work.
Then it occurred to me that with the help of this new word I might succeed in straightening out the "mug-milk" difficulty.
We went out to the pump-house, and I made Helen hold her mug under the spout while I pumped.
In response to questions she points out prettily her nose, mouth, eye, chin, cheek, ear.
If I say, "Where is baby's other ear?" she points it out correctly.
I SHALL USE COMPLETE SENTENCES IN TALKING TO HER, and fill out the meaning with gestures and her descriptive signs when necessity requires it; but I shall not try to keep her mind fixed on any one thing.
Let him go and come freely, let him touch real things and combine his impressions for himself, instead of sitting indoors at a little round table, while a sweet-voiced teacher suggests that he build a stone wall with his wooden blocks, or make a rainbow out of strips of coloured paper, or plant straw trees in bead flower-pots.
I couldn't make out at first what it was all about.
I can now tell her to go upstairs or down, out of doors or into the house, lock or unlock a door, take or bring objects, sit, stand, walk, run, lie, creep, roll, or climb.
After seeing the chicken come out of the egg, she asked: Did baby pig grow in egg?
Helen resisted, and Viney tried to force it out of her hand, and I suspect that she slapped the child, or did something which caused this unusual outburst of temper.
These experiences are like photographic negatives, until language develops them and brings out the memory-images.
But she was surprised that hot water should come out of the ground.
It was amusing to see her hold it before her eyes and spell the sentences out on her fingers, just as I had done.
She wrote it out of her own head, as the children say.
The keeper of the bears made one big black fellow stand on his hind legs and hold out his great paw to us, which Helen shook politely.
One cute little fellow stole her hair-ribbon, and another tried to snatch the flowers out of her hat.
I HAVE TRIED FROM THE BEGINNING TO TALK NATURALLY TO HELEN AND TO TEACH HER TO TELL ME ONLY THINGS THAT INTEREST HER AND ASK QUESTIONS ONLY FOR THE SAKE OF FINDING OUT WHAT SHE WANTS TO KNOW.
She buried me under the pillows and then I grew very slow like tree out of ground.
The children were so pleased to see her at Sunday-school, they paid no attention to their teachers, but rushed out of their seats and surrounded us.
I never was so glad to get out of a place as I was to leave that church!
I tried to hurry Helen out-of-doors, but she kept her arm extended, and every coat-tail she touched must needs turn round and give an account of the children he left at home, and receive kisses according to their number.
Then she threw herself on the floor and began to swim so energetically that some of us thought we should be kicked out of our chairs!
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.
One day, while she was out walking with her mother and Mr. Anagnos, a boy threw a torpedo, which startled Mrs. Keller.
She bends over her book with a look of intense interest, and as the forefinger of her left hand runs along the line, she spells out the words with the other hand; but often her motions are so rapid as to be unintelligible even to those accustomed to reading the swift and varied movements of her fingers.
I watched her for some time as she moved about, trying to take long strides in order to carry out the idea I had given her of a camel's gait.
The horse was an old, worn-out chestnut, with an ill-kept coat, and bones that showed plainly through it; the knees knuckled over, and the forelegs were very unsteady.
I could see the way Ginger looked; all her beauty gone, her beautiful arched neck drooping, all the spirit gone out of her flashing eyes, all the playfulness gone out of her manner.
Her mind works so rapidly, that it often happens, that when I give her an example she will give me the correct answer before I have time to write out the question.
A. says God made me and every one out of sand; but it must be a joke.
After a moment she went on: A. says God is everywhere, and that He is all love; but I do not think a person can be made out of love.
Little birds and chickens come out of eggs.
Language grows out of life, out of its needs and experiences.
I always tried to find out what interested her most, and made that the starting-point for the new lesson, whether it had any bearing on the lesson I had planned to teach or not.
Why not, says Miss Sullivan, make a language lesson out of what they were interested in?
It is true that a teacher with ten times Miss Sullivan's genius could not have made a pupil so remarkable as Helen Keller out of a child born dull and mentally deficient.
When Miss Sullivan went out in the barnyard and picked up a little chicken and talked to Helen about it, she was giving a kind of instruction impossible inside four walls, and impossible with more than one pupil at a time.
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.
'Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.'
The anemone, the wild violet, the hepatica, and the funny little curled-up ferns all peeped out at us from beneath the brown leaves.
Some were red, some white, and others pale pink, and they were just peeping out of the green leaves, as rosy-faced children peep out from their warm beds in wintertime before they are quite willing to get up.
Some were red, some white, and others were delicate pink, and they were peeping out from between the green leaves like beautiful little fairies.
Their fears were well founded, for their long absence had alarmed the king, and he had started out to look for his tardy servants, and just as they were all hidden, he came along slowly, looking on all sides for the fairies.
Their fears were well founded, for their long absence had alarmed the King, and he mounted North Wind and went out in search of his tardy couriers.
It shows how the child-mind gathers into itself words it has heard, and how they lurk there ready to come out when the key that releases the spring is touched.
They did not know for some time after my recovery that the cruel fever had taken my sight and hearing; taken all the light and music and gladness out of my little life.
At last she got up, gave me the mug, and led me out of the door to the pump-house.
I was continually spelling and acting out the words as I spelled them.
I knew, too, it was immense! awful! and for a moment some of the sunshine seemed to have gone out of the day.
In the years when she was growing out of childhood, her style lost its early simplicity and became stiff and, as she says, "periwigged."
Miss Sullivan had put out the light and gone away, thinking I was sound asleep.
In her own words, they were "good boards overhead, good boards all around, and a good window"--of two whole squares originally, only the cat had passed out that way lately.
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."
I got out several cords of stumps in plowing, which supplied me with fuel for a long time, and left small circles of virgin mould, easily distinguishable through the summer by the greater luxuriance of the beans there.
Mr. Balcom, a promising young architect, designs it on the back of his Vitruvius, with hard pencil and ruler, and the job is let out to Dobson & Sons, stonecutters.
To meet the objections of some inveterate cavillers, I may as well state, that if I dined out occasionally, as I always had done, and I trust shall have opportunities to do again, it was frequently to the detriment of my domestic arrangements.
Bread I at first made of pure Indian meal and salt, genuine hoe-cakes, which I baked before my fire out of doors on a shingle or the end of a stick of timber sawed off in building my house; but it was wont to get smoked and to have a piny flavor.
I was in haste to buy it, before the proprietor finished getting out some rocks, cutting down the hollow apple trees, and grubbing up some young birches which had sprung up in the pasture, or, in short, had made any more of his improvements.
But it turned out as I have said.
If we do not get out sleepers, and forge rails, and devote days and nights to the work, but go to tinkering upon our lives to improve them, who will build railroads?
"Pray tell me anything new that has happened to a man anywhere on this globe"--and he reads it over his coffee and rolls, that a man has had his eyes gouged out this morning on the Wachito River; never dreaming the while that he lives in the dark unfathomed mammoth cave of this world, and has but the rudiment of an eye himself.
It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips;--not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.
As the sparrow had its trill, sitting on the hickory before my door, so had I my chuckle or suppressed warble which he might hear out of my nest.
When my floor was dirty, I rose early, and, setting all my furniture out of doors on the grass, bed and bedstead making but one budget, dashed water on the floor, and sprinkled white sand from the pond on it, and then with a broom scrubbed it clean and white; and by the time the villagers had broken their fast the morning sun had dried my house sufficiently to allow me to move in again, and my meditations were almost uninterupted.
It was pleasant to see my whole household effects out on the grass, making a little pile like a gypsy's pack, and my three-legged table, from which I did not remove the books and pen and ink, standing amid the pines and hickories.
They seemed glad to get out themselves, and as if unwilling to be brought in.
It was worth the while to see the sun shine on these things, and hear the free wind blow on them; so much more interesting most familiar objects look out of doors than in the house.
I tasted them out of compliment to Nature, though they were scarcely palatable.
He had never seen such a dull and out-of-the-way place; the folks were all gone off; why, you couldn't even hear the whistle!
Here goes lumber from the Maine woods, which did not go out to sea in the last freshet, risen four dollars on the thousand because of what did go out or was split up; pine, spruce, cedar--first, second, third, and fourth qualities, so lately all of one quality, to wave over the bear, and moose, and caribou.
In those driving northeast rains which tried the village houses so, when the maids stood ready with mop and pail in front entries to keep the deluge out, I sat behind my door in my little house, which was all entry, and thoroughly enjoyed its protection.
The bullet of your thought must have overcome its lateral and ricochet motion and fallen into its last and steady course before it reaches the ear of the hearer, else it may plow out again through the side of his head.
He had got to find him out as you did.
Many a traveller came out of his way to see me and the inside of my house, and, as an excuse for calling, asked for a glass of water.
Children come a-berrying, railroad men taking a Sunday morning walk in clean shirts, fishermen and hunters, poets and philosophers; in short, all honest pilgrims, who came out to the woods for freedom's sake, and really left the village behind, I was ready to greet with--"Welcome, Englishmen! welcome, Englishmen!" for I had had communication with that race.
But soon my homestead was out of their sight and thought.
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.
First look out for worms, and supply vacancies by planting anew.
After hoeing, or perhaps reading and writing, in the forenoon, I usually bathed again in the pond, swimming across one of its coves for a stint, and washed the dust of labor from my person, or smoothed out the last wrinkle which study had made, and for the afternoon was absolutely free.
They, being commonly out of doors, heard whatever was in the wind.
Signs were hung out on all sides to allure him; some to catch him by the appetite, as the tavern and victualling cellar; some by the fancy, as the dry goods store and the jeweller's; and others by the hair or the feet or the skirts, as the barber, the shoemaker, or the tailor.
For the most part I escaped wonderfully from these dangers, either by proceeding at once boldly and without deliberation to the goal, as is recommended to those who run the gauntlet, or by keeping my thoughts on high things, like Orpheus, who, "loudly singing the praises of the gods to his lyre, drowned the voices of the Sirens, and kept out of danger."
Often in a snow-storm, even by day, one will come out upon a well-known road and yet find it impossible to tell which way leads to the village.
Making another hole directly over it with an ice chisel which I had, and cutting down the longest birch which I could find in the neighborhood with my knife, I made a slip-noose, which I attached to its end, and, letting it down carefully, passed it over the knob of the handle, and drew it by a line along the birch, and so pulled the axe out again.
Perhaps on that spring morning when Adam and Eve were driven out of Eden Walden Pond was already in existence, and even then breaking up in a gentle spring rain accompanied with mist and a southerly wind, and covered with myriads of ducks and geese, which had not heard of the fall, when still such pure lakes sufficed them.
It is wonderful with what elaborateness this simple fact is advertised--this piscine murder will out--and from my distant perch I distinguish the circling undulations when they are half a dozen rods in diameter.
At length the wind rose, the mist increased, and the waves began to run, and the perch leaped much higher than before, half out of water, a hundred black points, three inches long, at once above the surface.
It was made of two white pine logs dug out and pinned together, and was cut off square at the ends.
Though seen but once, it helps to wash out State Street and the engine's soot.
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.
He sawed a channel in the ice toward the shore, and hauled it over and along and out on to the ice with oxen; but, before he had gone far in his work, he was surprised to find that it was wrong end upward, with the stumps of the branches pointing down, and the small end firmly fastened in the sandy bottom.
A man will not need to study history to find out what is best for his own culture.
He is blessed who is assured that the animal is dying out in him day by day, and the divine being established.
But the notes of the flute came home to his ears out of a different sphere from that he worked in, and suggested work for certain faculties which slumbered in him.
Those same stars twinkle over other fields than these.--But how to come out of this condition and actually migrate thither?
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.
I had dug out the spring and made a well of clear gray water, where I could dip up a pailful without roiling it, and thither I went for this purpose almost every day in midsummer, when the pond was warmest.
When I went to get a pail of water early in the morning I frequently saw this stately bird sailing out of my cove within a few rods.
So butchers rake the tongues of bison out of the prairie grass, regardless of the torn and drooping plant.
They grew also behind my house, and one large tree, which almost overshadowed it, was, when in flower, a bouquet which scented the whole neighborhood, but the squirrels and the jays got most of its fruit; the last coming in flocks early in the morning and picking the nuts out of the burs before they fell, I relinquished these trees to them and visited the more distant woods composed wholly of chestnut.
And gradually from week to week the character of each tree came out, and it admired itself reflected in the smooth mirror of the lake.
Each morning, when they were numbed with cold, I swept some of them out, but I did not trouble myself much to get rid of them; I even felt complimented by their regarding my house as a desirable shelter.
Being curious to know what position my great bubbles occupied with regard to the new ice, I broke out a cake containing a middling sized one, and turned it bottom upward.
My employment out of doors now was to collect the dead wood in the forest, bringing it in my hands or on my shoulders, or sometimes trailing a dead pine tree under each arm to my shed.
I had an old axe which nobody claimed, with which by spells in winter days, on the sunny side of the house, I played about the stumps which I had got out of my bean-field.
As my driver prophesied when I was plowing, they warmed me twice--once while I was splitting them, and again when they were on the fire, so that no fuel could give out more heat.
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.
But my house occupied so sunny and sheltered a position, and its roof was so low, that I could afford to let the fire go out in the middle of almost any winter day.
Farther down the hill, on the left, on the old road in the woods, are marks of some homestead of the Stratton family; whose orchard once covered all the slope of Brister's Hill, but was long since killed out by pitch pines, excepting a few stumps, whose old roots furnish still the wild stocks of many a thrifty village tree.
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.
His business calls him out at all hours, even when doctors sleep.
Usually the red squirrel (Sciurus Hudsonius) waked me in the dawn, coursing over the roof and up and down the sides of the house, as if sent out of the woods for this purpose.
A little flock of these titmice came daily to pick a dinner out of my woodpile, or the crumbs at my door, with faint flitting lisping notes, like the tinkling of icicles in the grass, or else with sprightly day day day, or more rarely, in spring-like days, a wiry summery phe-be from the woodside.
I used to start them in the open land also, where they had come out of the woods at sunset to "bud" the wild apple trees.
A hunter told me that he once saw a fox pursued by hounds burst out on to Walden when the ice was covered with shallow puddles, run part way across, and then return to the same shore.
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.
Oh, he got worms out of rotten logs since the ground froze, and so he caught them.
Such a man has some right to fish, and I love to see nature carried out in him.
They also showed me in another place what they thought was a "leach-hole," through which the pond leaked out under a hill into a neighboring meadow, pushing me out on a cake of ice to see it.
To speak literally, a hundred Irishmen, with Yankee overseers, came from Cambridge every day to get out the ice.
They told me that in a good day they could get out a thousand tons, which was the yield of about one acre.
Deep ruts and "cradle-holes" were worn in the ice, as on terra firma, by the passage of the sleds over the same track, and the horses invariably ate their oats out of cakes of ice hollowed out like buckets.
So, also, every one who has waded about the shores of the pond in summer must have perceived how much warmer the water is close to the shore, where only three or four inches deep, than a little distance out, and on the surface where it is deep, than near the bottom.
So the alligator comes out of the mud with quakings of the earth.
When the frost comes out in the spring, and even in a thawing day in the winter, the sand begins to flow down the slopes like lava, sometimes bursting out through the snow and overflowing it where no sand was to be seen before.
Who knows what the human body would expand and flow out to under a more genial heaven?
This is the frost coming out of the ground; this is Spring.
It grows as steadily as the rill oozes out of the ground.
As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.
While such a sun holds out to burn, the vilest sinner may return.
Early in May, the oaks, hickories, maples, and other trees, just putting out amidst the pine woods around the pond, imparted a brightness like sunshine to the landscape, especially in cloudy days, as if the sun were breaking through mists and shining faintly on the hillsides here and there.
England and France, Spain and Portugal, Gold Coast and Slave Coast, all front on this private sea; but no bark from them has ventured out of sight of land, though it is without doubt the direct way to India.
Who knows what sort of seventeen-year locust will next come out of the ground?
It may rise this year higher than man has ever known it, and flood the parched uplands; even this may be the eventful year, which will drown out all our muskrats.
The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us.
Carried out, it finally amounts to this, which also I believe,--"That government is best which governs not at all"; and when men are prepared for it, that will be the kind of government which they will have.
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?
Through this wound a man's real manhood and immortality flow out, and he bleeds to an everlasting death.
The best thing a man can do for his culture when he is rich is to endeavor to carry out those schemes which he entertained when he was poor.
I pumped my fellow-prisoner as dry as I could, for fear I should never see him again; but at length he showed me which was my bed, and left me to blow out the lamp.
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.
It was formerly the custom in our village, when a poor debtor came out of jail, for his acquaintances to salute him, looking through their fingers, which were crossed to represent the grating of a jail window, "How do ye do?"
The vicomte was a nice-looking young man with soft features and polished manners, who evidently considered himself a celebrity but out of politeness modestly placed himself at the disposal of the circle in which he found himself.
He shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands.
An outsider is out of place here...
"My part is played out," said Prince Andrew.
The window frame which prevented anyone from sitting on the outer sill was being forced out by two footmen, who were evidently flurried and intimidated by the directions and shouts of the gentlemen around.
Pierre seized the crossbeam, tugged, and wrenched the oak frame out with a crash.
"Take it right out, or they'll think I'm holding on," said Dolokhov.
The Englishman took out his purse and began counting out the money.
The countess was a woman of about forty-five, with a thin Oriental type of face, evidently worn out with childbearing--she had had twelve.
I'm quite worn out by these callers.
Anatole Kuragin's father managed somehow to get his son's affair hushed up, but even he was ordered out of Petersburg.
You were meaning to go out, weren't you, Mamma?
She's turned out splendidly all the same, he added, winking at Vera.
When Natasha ran out of the drawing room she only went as far as the conservatory.
Natasha, very still, peered out from her ambush, waiting to see what he would do.
Natasha checked her first impulse to run out to her, and remained in her hiding place, watching--as under an invisible cap--to see what went on in the world.
"Oh, how nice," thought Natasha; and when Sonya and Nicholas had gone out of the conservatory she followed and called Boris to her.
Sonya was sitting close to Nicholas who was copying out some verses for her, the first he had ever written.
She took out her handkerchief and began to cry.
The length of her body was strikingly out of proportion to her short legs.
She drew her wool down through the canvas and, scarcely able to refrain from laughing, stooped as if trying to make out the pattern.
"And it must seem to you," said Boris flushing slightly, but not changing his tone or attitude, "it must seem to you that everyone is trying to get something out of the rich man?"
I am glad I have spoken out fully.
"Oh, little countess!"... and the count began bustling to get out his pocketbook.
I want five hundred rubles, and taking out her cambric handkerchief she began wiping her husband's waistcoat.
Hey, who's there? he called out in a tone only used by persons who are certain that those they call will rush to obey the summons.
From time to time he went out to ask: "Hasn't she come yet?"
You expect to make an income out of the government?
The count burst out laughing.
Of the four crystal glasses engraved with the count's monogram that stood before his plate, Pierre held out one at random and drank with enjoyment, gazing with ever- increasing amiability at the other guests.
"Mamma!" rang out the clear contralto notes of her childish voice, audible the whole length of the table.
Marya Dmitrievna and the countess burst out laughing, and all the guests joined in.
The card tables were drawn out, sets made up for boston, and the count's visitors settled themselves, some in the two drawing rooms, some in the sitting room, some in the library.
Everyone stood up respectfully when the Military Governor, having stayed about half an hour alone with the dying man, passed out, slightly acknowledging their bows and trying to escape as quickly as possible from the glances fixed on him by the doctors, clergy, and relatives of the family.
Prince Vasili looked questioningly at the princess, but could not make out whether she was considering what he had just said or whether she was simply looking at him.
You understand that my sole desire is conscientiously to carry out his wishes; that is my only reason for being here.
Rousing himself, Pierre followed Anna Mikhaylovna out of the carriage, and only then began to think of the interview with his dying father which awaited him.
Pierre could not make out what it was all about, and still less what "watching over his interests" meant, but he decided that all these things had to be.
They were met by a deacon with a censer and by a servant who passed out on tiptoe without heeding them.
She evidently felt unable to look at him without laughing, but could not resist looking at him: so to be out of temptation she slipped quietly behind one of the columns.
On leaving the bed both Prince Vasili and the princess passed out by a back door, but returned to their places one after the other before the service was concluded.
I think he will not be out of place in a family consultation; is it not so, Prince?
Prince Vasili bent his head and spread out his hands.
At this moment that terrible door burst noisily open and banged against the wall.
A few minutes later the eldest sister came out with a pale hard face, again biting her underlip.
Anna Mikhaylovna came out last.
I hope, my dear friend, you will carry out your father's wish?
"Read this if you like, Father," said the princess, blushing still more and holding out the letter.
It will drive all the nonsense out of your head.
That is all I have been able to find out about him.
Between twelve and two o'clock, as the day was mapped out, the prince rested and the princess played the clavichord.
Prince Andrew got out of the carriage, helped his little wife to alight, and let her pass into the house before him.
Before they reached the room from which the sounds of the clavichord came, the pretty, fair haired Frenchwoman, Mademoiselle Bourienne, rushed out apparently beside herself with delight.
And he held out his cheek.
He explained how an army, ninety thousand strong, was to threaten Prussia so as to bring her out of her neutrality and draw her into the war; how part of that army was to join some Swedish forces at Stralsund; how two hundred and twenty thousand Austrians, with a hundred thousand Russians, were to operate in Italy and on the Rhine; how fifty thousand Russians and as many English were to land at Naples, and how a total force of five hundred thousand men was to attack the French from different sides.
"Countess Apraksina, poor thing, has lost her husband and she has cried her eyes out," she said, growing more and more lively.
When you get there you'll find out what those Hofs- kriegs-wurst-Raths are!
"Dieu sait quand reviendra..." hummed the prince out of tune and, with a laugh still more so, he quitted the table.
(She still did not take out what she was holding in her reticule.)
I know that out of a million cases only one goes wrong, but it is her fancy and mine.
He led him to the desk, raised the lid, drew out a drawer, and took out an exercise book filled with his bold, tall, close handwriting.
On hearing this the regimental commander hung his head, silently shrugged his shoulders, and spread out his arms with a choleric gesture.
The word of command rang out, and again the regiment quivered, as with a jingling sound it presented arms.
Looking at their boots he several times shook his head sadly, pointing them out to the Austrian general with an expression which seemed to say that he was not blaming anyone, but could not help noticing what a bad state of things it was.
And he held out his hand to the captain.
The regimental commander sought out Dolokhov in the ranks and, reining in his horse, said to him:
A drummer, their leader, turned round facing the singers, and flourishing his arm, began a long-drawn-out soldiers' song, commencing with the words: "Morning dawned, the sun was rising," and concluding: "On then, brothers, on to glory, led by Father Kamenski."
Having jerked out these last words as soldiers do and waved his arms as if flinging something to the ground, the drummer--a lean, handsome soldier of forty--looked sternly at the singers and screwed up his eyes.
"Oh, my bower new...!" chimed in twenty voices, and the castanet player, in spite of the burden of his equipment, rushed out to the front and, walking backwards before the company, jerked his shoulders and flourished his castanets as if threatening someone.
Here are two letters from Count Nostitz and here is one from His Highness the Archduke Ferdinand and here are these," he said, handing him several papers, "make a neat memorandum in French out of all this, showing all the news we have had of the movements of the Austrian army, and then give it to his excellency."
He gathered up the papers and with a bow to both, stepped softly over the carpet and went out into the waiting room.
Coming out of Kutuzov's room into the waiting room with the papers in his hand Prince Andrew came up to his comrade, the aide-de-camp on duty, Kozlovski, who was sitting at the window with a book.
He took out a notebook, hurriedly scribbled something in pencil, tore out the leaf, gave it to Kozlovski, stepped quickly to the window, and threw himself into a chair, gazing at those in the room as if asking, "Why do they look at me?"
He waited a moment to see whether the cornet would answer, but he turned and went out of the corridor.
His landlord, who in a waistcoat and a pointed cap, pitchfork in hand, was clearing manure from the cowhouse, looked out, and his face immediately brightened on seeing Rostov.
The German laughed, came out of the cowshed, pulled off his cap, and waving it above his head cried:
I know by now, if he wins he comes back early to brag about it, but if he stays out till morning it means he's lost and will come back in a rage.
Rostov looked out of the window and saw Denisov coming home.
"Then I'll have it brought round," said Rostov wishing to avoid Telyanin, and he went out to give the order.
"Nonsense!" he cried, and the veins on his forehead and neck stood out like cords.
He could not finish, and ran out of the room.
When Telyanin had finished his lunch he took out of his pocket a double purse and, drawing its rings aside with his small, white, turned-up fingers, drew out a gold imperial, and lifting his eyebrows gave it to the waiter.
He stretched out his hand to take hold of the purse.
Rostov took the money, avoiding Telyanin's eyes, and went out of the room without a word.
"If you need it, take the money," and he threw the purse to him and ran out of the inn.
Ask Denisov whether it is not out of the question for a cadet to demand satisfaction of his regimental commander?
You look as if you'd just come out of a hot bath.
The wide expanse that opened out before the heights on which the Russian batteries stood guarding the bridge was at times veiled by a diaphanous curtain of slanting rain, and then, suddenly spread out in the sunlight, far-distant objects could be clearly seen glittering as though freshly varnished.
The turrets of a convent stood out beyond a wild virgin pine forest, and far away on the other side of the Enns the enemy's horse patrols could be discerned.
Meanwhile the staff officer standing in front pointed out something to the general, who looked through his field glass.
The gun rang out with a deafening metallic roar, and a whistling grenade flew above the heads of our troops below the hill and fell far short of the enemy, a little smoke showing the spot where it burst.
At the same instant the sun came fully out from behind the clouds, and the clear sound of the solitary shot and the brilliance of the bright sunshine merged in a single joyous and spirited impression.
Now, then, you there! get out of the way!
Out of the way!...
The squadron crossed the bridge and drew out of range of fire without having lost a single man.
Prince Andrew took out his purse and gave the soldier three gold pieces.
At the chief entrance to the palace, however, an official came running out to meet him, and learning that he was a special messenger led him to another entrance.
I could not have a more welcome visitor, said Bilibin as he came out to meet Prince Andrew.
His small, deep-set eyes always twinkled and looked out straight.
Between four and five in the afternoon, having made all his calls, he was returning to Bilibin's house thinking out a letter to his father about the battle and his visit to Brunn.
Franz, Bilibin's man, was dragging a portmanteau with some difficulty out of the front door.
Bilibin came out to meet him.
Wishing to find out where the commander-in-chief was, he rode up to a convoy.
Directly opposite to him came a strange one-horse vehicle, evidently rigged up by soldiers out of any available materials and looking like something between a cart, a cabriolet, and a caleche.
Seeing Prince Andrew she leaned out from behind the apron and, waving her thin arms from under the woolen shawl, cried:
On reaching the village he dismounted and went to the nearest house, intending to rest if but for a moment, eat something, and try to sort out the stinging and tormenting thoughts that confused his mind.
Nesvitski's handsome face looked out of the little window.
"I can't make out at all," said Nesvitski.
Bagration, a gaunt middle-aged man of medium height with a firm, impassive face of Oriental type, came out after the commander-in-chief.
Kutuzov went out into the porch with Bagration.
Marching thirty miles that stormy night across roadless hills, with his hungry, ill-shod soldiers, and losing a third of his men as stragglers by the way, Bagration came out on the Vienna-Znaim road at Hollabrunn a few hours ahead of the French who were approaching Hollabrunn from Vienna.
This morning I turned them all out and now look, it's full again.
Another company, a lucky one for not all the companies had vodka, crowded round a pockmarked, broad-shouldered sergeant major who, tilting a keg, filled one after another the canteen lids held out to him.
After passing a chasseur regiment and in the lines of the Kiev grenadiers--fine fellows busy with similar peaceful affairs--near the shelter of the regimental commander, higher than and different from the others, Prince Andrew came out in front of a platoon of grenadiers before whom lay a naked man.
But the guns remained loaded, the loopholes in blockhouses and entrenchments looked out just as menacingly, and the unlimbered cannon confronted one another as before.
It was true that a view over nearly the whole Russian position and the greater part of the enemy's opened out from this battery.
Prince Andrew took out his notebook and, leaning on the cannon, sketched a plan of the position.
Prince Andrew, out of breath with his rapid ride, spoke quickly.
Behind Prince Bagration rode an officer of the suite, the prince's personal adjutant, Zherkov, an orderly officer, the staff officer on duty, riding a fine bobtailed horse, and a civilian--an accountant who had asked permission to be present at the battle out of curiosity.
The short, round- shouldered Captain Tushin, stumbling over the tail of the gun carriage, moved forward and, not noticing the general, looked out shading his eyes with his small hand.
While he was speaking, the curtain of smoke that had concealed the hollow, driven by a rising wind, began to move from right to left as if drawn by an invisible hand, and the hill opposite, with the French moving about on it, opened out before them.
A fat major skirted a bush, puffing and falling out of step; a soldier who had fallen behind, his face showing alarm at his defection, ran at a trot, panting to catch up with his company.
(He distinctly saw an old French officer who, with gaitered legs and turned-out toes, climbed the hill with difficulty.)
Suddenly one shot after another rang out from the French, smoke appeared all along their uneven ranks, and musket shots sounded.
The French were putting out the fire which the wind was spreading, and thus gave us time to retreat.
The command to form up rang out and the sabers whizzed as they were drawn from their scabbards.
"Fo'ward, with God, lads!" rang out Denisov's voice.
Despite his desperate shouts that used to seem so terrible to the soldiers, despite his furious purple countenance distorted out of all likeness to his former self, and the flourishing of his saber, the soldiers all continued to run, talking, firing into the air, and disobeying orders.
Now look out for the ball... we'll throw it back.
It was the staff officer who had turned him out of the booth at Grunth.
When having limbered up the only two cannon that remained uninjured out of the four, they began moving down the hill (one shattered gun and one unicorn were left behind), Prince Andrew rode up to Tushin.
"Well, till we meet again..." he said, holding out his hand to Tushin.
Spread out the cloak, Antonov.
They all rushed out of the village again, but Tushin's guns could not move, and the artillerymen, Tushin, and the cadet exchanged silent glances as they awaited their fate.
The firing died down and soldiers, talking eagerly, streamed out of a side street.
Could one possibly make out amid all that confusion what did or did not happen?
I went there and found two thirds of the men and horses knocked out, two guns smashed, and no supports at all.
Prince Andrew went out with him.
Prince Vasili was not a man who deliberately thought out his plans.
Formerly in Anna Pavlovna's presence, Pierre had always felt that what he was saying was out of place, tactless and unsuitable, that remarks which seemed to him clever while they formed in his mind became foolish as soon as he uttered them, while on the contrary Hippolyte's stupidest remarks came out clever and apt.
Even if Anna Pavlovna did not say so, he could see that she wished to and only refrained out of regard for his modesty.
"It seems that there will be no need to bring Mary out, suitors are coming to us of their own accord," incautiously remarked the little princess on hearing the news.
On the day of Prince Vasili's arrival, Prince Bolkonski was particularly discontented and out of temper.
However, at nine o'clock the prince, in his velvet coat with a sable collar and cap, went out for his usual walk.
She thought: "If I seem not to notice he will think that I do not sympathize with him; if I seem sad and out of spirits myself, he will say (as he has done before) that I'm in the dumps."
"All right, all right," interrupted the prince, and laughing his unnatural way, he stretched out his hand for Alpatych to kiss, and then proceeded to his study.
All this might, he thought, turn out very well and amusingly.
The prince will be out in a moment, came the maid's voice at the door.
They have gone to bed and put out their lights, your excellency.
Leave me out of the question.
Yes or no, yes or no, yes or no! he still shouted when the princess, as if lost in a fog, had already staggered out of the study.
When she saw the count, she stretched out her arms to him, embraced his bald head, over which she again looked at the letter and the portrait, and in order to press them again to her lips, she slightly pushed away the bald head.
When she heard this Sonya blushed so that tears came into her eyes and, unable to bear the looks turned upon her, ran away into the dancing hall, whirled round it at full speed with her dress puffed out like a balloon, and, flushed and smiling, plumped down on the floor.
Nicholas' letter was read over hundreds of times, and those who were considered worthy to hear it had to come to the countess, for she did not let it out of her hands.
For more than a week preparations were being made, rough drafts of letters to Nicholas from all the household were written and copied out, while under the supervision of the countess and the solicitude of the count, money and all things necessary for the uniform and equipment of the newly commissioned officer were collected.
"Well, how are you going to get out of that?" he remarked.
This short man nodded to Dolgorukov as to an intimate friend and stared at Prince Andrew with cool intensity, walking straight toward him and evidently expecting him to bow or to step out of his way.
Denisov called out to the Cossacks.
I won't say he is out of sorts, but I fancy he would like to be heard.
"However, I think General Kutuzov has come out," said Prince Andrew.
"I wish you good luck and success, gentlemen!" he added and went out after shaking hands with Dolgorukov and Bilibin.
Weyrother, with the gesture of a man too busy to lose a moment, glanced at Kutuzov and, having convinced himself that he was asleep, took up a paper and in a loud, monotonous voice began to read out the dispositions for the impending battle, under a heading which he also read out:
When the reading which lasted more than an hour was over, Langeron again brought his snuffbox to rest and, without looking at Weyrother or at anyone in particular, began to say how difficult it was to carry out such a plan in which the enemy's position was assumed to be known, whereas it was perhaps not known, since the enemy was in movement.
He thought of her pregnancy and felt sorry for her and for himself, and in a nervously emotional and softened mood he went out of the hut in which he was billeted with Nesvitski and began to walk up and down before it.
All are struck by the justness of his views, but no one undertakes to carry them out, so he takes a regiment, a division-stipulates that no one is to interfere with his arrangements--leads his division to the decisive point, and gains the victory alone.
"Oh, go to the devil!" called out a voice, drowned by the laughter of the orderlies and servants.
On this knoll there was a white patch that Rostov could not at all make out: was it a glade in the wood lit up by the moon, or some unmelted snow, or some white houses?
Over there, where the shouting came from, a fire flared up and went out again, then another, and all along the French line on the hill fires flared up and the shouting grew louder and louder.
Having come out onto the road he reined in his horse, hesitating whether to ride along it or cross it and ride over the black field up the hillside.
Wait till tomorrow morning, we'll find out everything tomorrow.
Austrian column guides were moving in and out among the Russian troops and served as heralds of the advance.
But what he's jabbering no one can make out, said a soldier, mimicking the general who had ridden away.
He gazed silently at the hills which seemed to rise out of the sea of mist and on which the Russian troops were moving in the distance, and he listened to the sounds of firing in the valley.
He looked now at the Pratzen Heights, now at the sun floating up out of the mist.
His own strategic plan, which obviously could not now be carried out, was forgotten.
The colonel at the head of the regiment was much surprised at the commander-in-chief's order to throw out skirmishers.
Kutuzov remained in the same place and without answering drew out a handkerchief.
The troops were running in such a dense mass that once surrounded by them it was difficult to get out again.
Having forced his way out of the crowd of fugitives, Prince Andrew, trying to keep near Kutuzov, saw on the slope of the hill amid the smoke a Russian battery that was still firing and Frenchmen running toward it.
He could also, by the gleam of bayonets visible through the smoke, make out moving masses of infantry and narrow lines of artillery with green caissons.
Rostov got out of their way, involuntarily noticed that one of them was bleeding, and galloped on.
The highroad on which he had come out was thronged with caleches, carriages of all sorts, and Russian and Austrian soldiers of all arms, some wounded and some not.
Rostov rode in the direction pointed out to him, in which he saw turrets and a church.
Some said the report that the Emperor was wounded was correct, others that it was not, and explained the false rumor that had spread by the fact that the Emperor's carriage had really galloped from the field of battle with the pale and terrified Ober-Hofmarschal Count Tolstoy, who had ridden out to the battlefield with others in the Emperor's suite.
Mind now, don't forget to put out my new coat, added Rostov, fingering his new mustache.
He sprang out before the sleigh stopped, and ran into the hall.
Prokofy, the footman, who was so strong that he could lift the back of the carriage from behind, sat plaiting slippers out of cloth selvedges.
Come out in your dressing gown! said Natasha's voice.
Curving her arms, Natasha held out her skirts as dancers do, ran back a few steps, turned, cut a caper, brought her little feet sharply together, and made some steps on the very tips of her toes.
And Natasha rose and went out of the room on tiptoe, like a ballet dancer, but smiling as only happy girls of fifteen can smile.
To him the club entrusted the arrangement of the festival in honor of Bagration, for few men knew so well how to arrange a feast on an open-handed, hospitable scale, and still fewer men would be so well able and willing to make up out of their own resources what might be needed for the success of the fete.
Say that everything out of the hothouses must be brought here well wrapped up in felt.
But after a while, just as a jury comes out of its room, the bigwigs who guided the club's opinion reappeared, and everybody began speaking clearly and definitely.
Count Ilya, again thrusting his way through the crowd, went out of the drawing room and reappeared a minute later with another committeeman, carrying a large silver salver which he presented to Prince Bagration.
At that toast, the count took out his handkerchief and, covering his face, wept outright.
Pierre, with downcast eyes, drank out of his glass without looking at Dolokhov or answering him.
* "You clear out of this."
He flung down the slab, broke it, and swooping down on her with outstretched hands shouted, "Get out!" in such a terrible voice that the whole house heard it with horror.
Princess Mary ran out of the room to fetch Mary Bogdanovna.
Some women passing with quiet steps in and out of the bedroom glanced at the princess and turned away.
Princess Mary shuddered; her nurse, putting down the stocking she was knitting, went to the window and leaning out tried to catch the open casement.
She went out on the stairs.
Prince Andrew went out and, meeting Princess Mary, again joined her.
The doctor with his shirt sleeves tucked up, without a coat, pale and with a trembling jaw, came out of the room.
A woman rushed out and seeing Prince Andrew stopped, hesitating on the threshold.
I think there were not many such gallant sons of the fatherland out there as he.
And then to call him out, reckoning on Fedya not fighting because he owed him money!
"There's nothing for me to understand," she cried out with resolute self-will, "he is wicked and heartless.
"And I was looking for you," said Natasha running out to him.
From the point of view of the old countess and of society it was out of the question for her to refuse him.
He came out from behind the chairs, clasped his partner's hand firmly, threw back his head, and advanced his foot, waiting for the beat.
He glided silently on one foot half across the room, and seeming not to notice the chairs was dashing straight at them, when suddenly, clinking his spurs and spreading out his legs, he stopped short on his heels, stood so a second, stamped on the spot clanking his spurs, whirled rapidly round, and, striking his left heel against his right, flew round again in a circle.
"Well!..." said the old count, spreading out his arms and sinking helplessly on the sofa.
I know he did not mean to say it, but it came out accidently.
After Denisov's departure, Rostov spent another fortnight in Moscow, without going out of the house, waiting for the money his father could not at once raise, and he spent most of his time in the girls' room.
It was as if the thread of the chief screw which held his life together were stripped, so that the screw could not get in or out, but went on turning uselessly in the same place.
And in their name and my own I hold out a brotherly hand to you.
Hand this to Count Willarski (he took out his notebook and wrote a few words on a large sheet of paper folded in four).
Pierre quickly took out his purse and watch, but could not manage for some time to get the wedding ring off his fat finger.
Worn out by sleeplessness and anxiety they threw their burden of sorrow on one another and reproached and disputed with each other.
Prince Andrew winced and, clutching his head, went out and sat down on a sofa in the next room.
I can't make out what the commander at Korchevo--a certain Khandrikov--is up to; till now the additional men and provisions have not arrived.
Mind you gallop off to Korchevo without delay and carry out instructions!
He folded it up without reading it and reread his father's letter, ending with the words: "Gallop off to Korchevo and carry out instructions!"
But as it turns out, just at that moment a third enemy rises before us--namely the Orthodox Russian soldiers, loudly demanding bread, meat, biscuits, fodder, and whatnot!
It was not what he had read that vexed him, but the fact that the life out there in which he had now no part could perturb him.
"All is over," he thought, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Prince Andrew recognized her without looking and held out his hand to her.
Returning from his journey through South Russia in the happiest state of mind, Pierre carried out an intention he had long had of visiting his friend Bolkonski, whom he had not seen for two years.
Some domestic serfs Pierre met, in reply to inquiries as to where the prince lived, pointed out a small newly built lodge close to the pond.
Pierre went with rapid steps to the door and suddenly came face to face with Prince Andrew, who came out frowning and looking old.
They went out and walked about till dinnertime, talking of the political news and common acquaintances like people who do not know each other intimately.
I build a house and lay out a garden, and you build hospitals.
I'm alive, that is not my fault, so I must live out my life as best I can without hurting others.
I should be thankful to do nothing, but here on the one hand the local nobility have done me the honor to choose me to be their marshal; it was all I could do to get out of it.
Two women ran out after them, and all four, looking round at the carriage, ran in dismay up the steps of the back porch.
The servants came out to meet them, and he asked where the old prince was and whether he was expected back soon.
Ivanushka, sipping out of her saucer, looked with sly womanish eyes from under her brows at the young men.
I'd sleep a bit and then again go and kiss the relics, and there was such peace all around, such blessedness, that one don't want to come out, even into the light of heaven again.
Prince Andrew went out of the room, and then, leaving "God's folk" to finish their tea, Princess Mary took Pierre into the drawing room.
Prince Andrew and Pierre also went out into the porch.
"Who's that?" asked the old prince, noticing Pierre as he got out of the carriage.
When spring came on, the soldiers found a plant just showing out of the ground that looked like asparagus, which, for some reason, they called "Mashka's sweet root."
It was very bitter, but they wandered about the fields seeking it and dug it out with their sabers and ate it, though they were ordered not to do so, as it was a noxious plant.
That spring a new disease broke out among the soldiers, a swelling of the arms, legs, and face, which the doctors attributed to eating this root.
As usual, in their spare time, they lit bonfires, steamed themselves before them naked; smoked, picked out and baked sprouting rotten potatoes, told and listened to stories of Potemkin's and Suvorov's campaigns, or to legends of Alesha the Sly, or the priest's laborer Mikolka.
Denisov and Rostov were living in an earth hut, dug out for them by the soldiers and roofed with branches and turf.
At one end of the trench, steps were cut out and these formed the entrance and vestibule.
On each side of the trench, the earth was cut out to a breadth of about two and a half feet, and this did duty for bedsteads and couches.
He was pleasantly considering the probability of being promoted in a few days for his last reconnoitering expedition, and was awaiting Denisov, who had gone out somewhere and with whom he wanted a talk.
Lavrushka was saying something about loaded wagons, biscuits, and oxen he had seen when he had gone out for provisions.
Five minutes later, Denisov came into the hut, climbed with muddy boots on the bed, lit his pipe, furiously scattered his things about, took his leaded whip, buckled on his saber, and went out again.
"Let God and our gweat monarch judge me afterwards!" said Denisov going out, and Rostov heard the hoofs of several horses splashing through the mud.
He did not even trouble to find out where Denisov had gone.
A weal dog astwide a fence! shouted Denisov after him (the most insulting expression a cavalryman can address to a mounted infantryman) and riding up to Rostov, he burst out laughing.
The soldiers had biscuits dealt out to them freely, and they even shared them with the other squadrons.
The next day the regimental commander sent for Denisov, and holding his fingers spread out before his eyes said:
The case, as represented by the offended parties, was that, after seizing the transports, Major Denisov, being drunk, went to the chief quartermaster and without any provocation called him a thief, threatened to strike him, and on being led out had rushed into the office and given two officials a thrashing, and dislocated the arm of one of them.
Denisov, as was his wont, rode out in front of the outposts, parading his courage.
Rostov listened and made out the word.
How are you, how are you? he called out, still in the same voice as in the regiment, but Rostov noticed sadly that under this habitual ease and animation some new, sinister, hidden feeling showed itself in the expression of Denisov's face and the intonations of his voice.
"The auditor wrote out a petition for you," continued Tushin, "and you ought to sign it and ask this gentleman to take it.
As soon as he noticed a French officer, who thrust his head out of the door, that warlike feeling of hostility which he always experienced at the sight of the enemy suddenly seized him.
Boris, hearing a strange voice in the anteroom, came out to meet him.
He'll be coming out directly, we must go.
In the uniform of the Preobrazhensk regiment--white chamois-leather breeches and high boots-- and wearing a star Rostov did not know (it was that of the Legion d'honneur), the monarch came out into the porch, putting on his gloves and carrying his hat under his arm.
Napoleon slightly turned his head, and put his plump little hand out behind him as if to take something.
All the plans Pierre had attempted on his estates--and constantly changing from one thing to another had never accomplished--were carried out by Prince Andrew without display and without perceptible difficulty.
Look at those cramped dead firs, ever the same, and at me too, sticking out my broken and barked fingers just where they have grown, whether from my back or my sides: as they have grown so I stand, and I do not believe in your hopes and your lies.
During this journey he, as it were, considered his life afresh and arrived at his old conclusion, restful in its hopelessness: that it was not for him to begin anything anew--but that he must live out his life, content to do no harm, and not disturbing himself or desiring anything.
He read awhile and then put out his candle, but relit it.
She was evidently leaning right out, for the rustle of her dress and even her breathing could be heard.
The old oak, quite transfigured, spreading out a canopy of sappy dark-green foliage, stood rapt and slightly trembling in the rays of the evening sun.
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.
Then suddenly the grating sound of a harsh voice was heard from the other side of the door, and the officer--with pale face and trembling lips--came out and passed through the waiting room, clutching his head.
There are many laws but no one to carry out the old ones.
My benefactor then explained to me fully the meaning of the Great Square of creation and pointed out to me that the numbers three and seven are the basis of everything.
At these parties his feelings were like those of a conjuror who always expects his trick to be found out at any moment.
I ate and drank moderately and after dinner copied out some passages for the Brothers.
Great Architect of Nature, help me to find the true path out of the labyrinth of lies!
"You see," said Berg to his comrade, whom he called "friend" only because he knew that everyone has friends, "you see, I have considered it all, and should not marry if I had not thought it all out or if it were in any way unsuitable.
Natasha jumped on it, sank into the feather bed, rolled over to the wall, and began snuggling up the bedclothes as she settled down, raising her knees to her chin, kicking out and laughing almost inaudibly, now covering herself up head and all, and now peeping at her mother.
Charming! cried Natasha, as she stood in the middle of the room smoothing out the folds of the gauze.
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.
Peronskaya was pointing out to the countess the most important people at the ball.
"There's someone else we know--Bolkonski, do you see, Mamma?" said Natasha, pointing out Prince Andrew.
Everyone moved back, and the Emperor came smiling out of the drawing room leading his hostess by the hand but not keeping time to the music.
She was not concerned about the Emperor or any of those great people whom Peronskaya was pointing out--she had but one thought: Is it possible no one will ask me, that I shall not be among the first to dance?
"I have the pleasure of being already acquainted, if the countess remembers me," said Prince Andrew with a low and courteous bow quite belying Peronskaya's remarks about his rudeness, and approaching Natasha he held out his arm to grasp her waist before he had completed his invitation.
In the middle of the cotillion, having completed one of the figures, Natasha, still out of breath, was returning to her seat when another dancer chose her.
Still laughing, Speranski held out his soft white hand to Prince Andrew.
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.
He tried several times to join in the conversation, but his remarks were tossed aside each time like a cork thrown out of the water, and he could not jest with them.
Having lit his candle he sat up in bed, then got up, then lay down again not at all troubled by his sleeplessness: his soul was as fresh and joyful as if he had stepped out of a stuffy room into God's own fresh air.
(He rose and kissed Vera's hand, and on the way to her straightened out a turned-up corner of the carpet.)
After playing out a whole suit and to his partner's delight taking five tricks, Pierre, hearing greetings and the steps of someone who had entered the room while he was picking up his tricks, glanced again at Natasha.
Toward midnight, after he had left the countess' apartments, he was sitting upstairs in a shabby dressing gown, copying out the original transaction of the Scottish lodge of Freemasons at a table in his low room cloudy with tobacco smoke, when someone came in.
Natasha had no desire to go out anywhere and wandered from room to room like a shadow, idle and listless.
She held out her hand to him, and with a mixed feeling of estrangement and tenderness pressed her lips to his forehead as he stooped to kiss her hand.
Go out into the frost... the frost... the frost!
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.
What was new in them was a certain uneasiness and occasional discord, which there used not to be, and which, as Nicholas soon found out, was due to the bad state of their affairs.
However, God grant that everything turns out well!
Then with no less fear and delight they saw how the young count, red in the face and with bloodshot eyes, dragged Mitenka out by the scruff of the neck and applied his foot and knee to his behind with great agility at convenient moments between the words, shouting, Be off!
Mitenka's wife and sisters-in-law thrust their heads and frightened faces out of the door of a room where a bright samovar was boiling and where the steward's high bedstead stood with its patchwork quilt.
The verdure had thickened and its bright green stood out sharply against the brownish strips of winter rye trodden down by the cattle, and against the pale-yellow stubble of the spring buckwheat.
On the fifteenth, when young Rostov, in his dressing gown, looked out of the window, he saw it was an unsurpassable morning for hunting: it was as if the sky were melting and sinking to the earth without any wind.
Nicholas went out into the wet and muddy porch.
"I sent Uvarka at dawn to listen," his bass boomed out after a minute's pause.
Daniel himself felt this, and as usual stood just inside the door, trying to speak softly and not move, for fear of breaking something in the master's apartment, and he hastened to say all that was necessary so as to get from under that ceiling, out into the open under the sky once more.
He cast down his eyes and hurried out as if it were none of his business, careful as he went not to inflict any accidental injury on the young lady.
The old count had always kept up an enormous hunting establishment.
As soon as they had passed the fence they all spread out evenly and quietly, without noise or talk, along the road and field leading to the Otradnoe covert.
When they had gone a little less than a mile, five more riders with dogs appeared out of the mist, approaching the Rostovs.
Rostov, having finally settled with "Uncle" where they should set on the hounds, and having shown Natasha where she was to stand--a spot where nothing could possibly run out--went round above the ravine.
His eyes were rather moist and glittered more than usual, and as he sat in his saddle, wrapped up in his fur coat, he looked like a child taken out for an outing.
The other day when he came out from Mass in full uniform, Michael Sidorych...
His voice seemed to fill the whole wood and carried far beyond out into the open field.
"Back!" cried Simon to a borzoi that was pushing forward out of the wood.
The count turned and saw on his right Mitka staring at him with eyes starting out of his head, raising his cap and pointing before him to the other side.
"Look out!" he shouted, in a voice plainly showing that he had long fretted to utter that word, and letting the borzois slip he galloped toward the count.
The count and Simon galloped out of the wood and saw on their left a wolf which, softly swaying from side to side, was coming at a quiet lope farther to the left to the very place where they were standing.
She clicked her teeth (Karay no longer had her by the throat), leaped with a movement of her hind legs out of the gully, and having disengaged herself from the dogs, with tail tucked in again, went forward.
Karay, his hair bristling, and probably bruised or wounded, climbed with difficulty out of the gully.
Already, at the beginning of this chase, Daniel, hearing the ulyulyuing, had rushed out from the wood.
And considering it polite to return the young count's compliment, Ilagin looked at his borzois and picked out Milka who attracted his attention by her breadth.
But when it is, then look out! his appearance seemed to Nicholas to be saying.
Some five male domestic serfs, big and little, rushed out to the front porch to meet their master.
A score of women serfs, old and young, as well as children, popped out from the back entrance to have a look at the hunters who were arriving.
"Uncle" asked his visitors to sit down and make themselves at home, and then went out of the room.
Here he ought to burst out--that's it, come on!-- ought to burst out.
Anisya Fedorovna flushed, and drawing her kerchief over her face went laughing out of the room.
Petya was carried out like a log and laid in the larger of the two traps.
"Good-bye, dear niece," his voice called out of the darkness--not the voice Natasha had known previously, but the one that had sung As 'twas growing dark last night.
"What a darling Uncle is!" said Natasha, when they had come out onto the highroad.
There was still the hunting establishment which Nicholas had enlarged.
"The island of Madagascar," she said, "Ma-da-gas-car," she repeated, articulating each syllable distinctly, and, not replying to Madame Schoss who asked her what she was saying, she went out of the room.
He took off its cloth covering, and the harp gave out a jarring sound.
Dimmler began to play; Natasha went on tiptoe noiselessly to the table, took up a candle, carried it out, and returned, seating herself quietly in her former place.
Natasha was foremost in setting a merry holiday tone, which, passing from one to another, grew stronger and reached its climax when they all came out into the frost and got into the sleighs, talking, calling to one another, laughing, and shouting.
While they drove past the garden the shadows of the bare trees often fell across the road and hid the brilliant moonlight, but as soon as they were past the fence, the snowy plain bathed in moonlight and motionless spread out before them glittering like diamonds and dappled with bluish shadows.
When they came out onto the beaten highroad--polished by sleigh runners and cut up by rough-shod hoofs, the marks of which were visible in the moonlight--the horses began to tug at the reins of their own accord and increased their pace.
They were driving downhill and coming out upon a broad trodden track across a meadow, near a river.
"Now, look out, master!" he cried.
It really was Melyukovka, and maids and footmen with merry faces came running, out to the porch carrying candles.
Sonya went out into the passage to go to the barn.
The log walls of the barn and its snow-covered roof, that looked as if hewn out of some precious stone, sparkled in the moonlight.
After that, I could not make out what there was; something blue and red...
Natasha began, and without replying to Sonya's words of comfort she got into bed, and long after her candle was out lay open-eyed and motionless, gazing at the moonlight through the frosty windowpanes.
I have a solution ready, but have no time now--I'll think it all out later on!
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.
Princess Mary flushed and ran out of the room.
French spy, slave of Buonaparte, spy, get out of my house!
I have thought it over, and it will be carried out--we must part; so find some place for yourself....
I turned him out of my house this morning.
There now, you turned Metivier out by the scruff of his neck because he is a Frenchman and a scoundrel, but our ladies crawl after him on their knees.
I went to a party last night, and there out of five ladies three were Roman Catholics and had the Pope's indulgence for doing woolwork on Sundays.
"Well, good-by, your excellency, keep well!" said Rostopchin, getting up with characteristic briskness and holding out his hand to the prince.
From early in the morning, wearing a dressing jacket, she attended to her household affairs, and then she drove out: on holy days to church and after the service to jails and prisons on affairs of which she never spoke to anyone.
She rarely made an exception and went out to pay visits, and then only to the most important persons in the town.
When they got home she turned everybody out of the room except Natasha, and then called her pet to her armchair.
The count did not set out cheerfully on this visit, at heart he felt afraid.
"What have I said and what have I done?" thought she, as soon as she was out of the room.
Natasha and Sonya, holding up their dresses, jumped out quickly.
The count got out helped by the footmen, and, passing among men and women who were entering and the program sellers, they all three went along the corridor to the first row of boxes.
They sang together and everyone in the theater began clapping and shouting, while the man and woman on the stage--who represented lovers-- began smiling, spreading out their arms, and bowing.
In the stalls everyone began moving about, going out and coming in.
Do come!" and putting out his hand to her bouquet and dropping his voice, he added, "You will be the prettiest there.
Only after she had reached home was Natasha able clearly to think over what had happened to her, and suddenly remembering Prince Andrew she was horrified, and at tea to which all had sat down after the opera, she gave a loud exclamation, flushed, and ran out of the room.
The count decided not to sit down to cards or let his girls out of his sight and to get away as soon as Mademoiselle George's performance was over.
Soon after their arrival Mademoiselle George went out of the room to change her costume.
And Natasha ran out of the room.
Hard as it was for Sonya, she watched her friend and did not let her out of her sight.
Natasha had promised to come out to Kuragin at the back porch at ten that evening.
It will come out that you're already married.
He liked giving a painful lash on the neck to some peasant who, more dead than alive, was already hurrying out of his way.
I am quite out of horses.
On entering the room now he crossed himself, turning toward the front corner of the room, and went up to Dolokhov, holding out a small, black hand.
"Good day, your excellency!" he said, again holding out his hand to Anatole who had just come in.
After refusing it for manners' sake, he drank it and wiped his mouth with a red silk handkerchief he took out of his cap.
Anatole went out of the room and returned a few minutes later wearing a fur coat girt with a silver belt, and a sable cap jauntily set on one side and very becoming to his handsome face.
Though they were all going with him, Anatole evidently wished to make something touching and solemn out of this address to his comrades.
He spoke slowly in a loud voice and throwing out his chest slightly swayed one leg.
Joseph, his valet, handed him his sabretache and saber, and they all went out into the vestibule.
Why, she'll rush out more dead than alive just in the things she is wearing; if you delay at all there'll be tears and 'Papa' and 'Mamma,' and she's frozen in a minute and must go back--but you wrap the fur cloak round her first thing and carry her to the sleigh.
Get out of the way!
"Come into the courtyard or you'll be seen; she'll come out directly," said she.
Suppose he finds out, and your brother, and your betrothed?
"Well, let her sleep," said Marya Dmitrievna as she went out of the room supposing Natasha to be asleep.
Soon after the Rostovs came to Moscow the effect Natasha had on him made him hasten to carry out his intention.
"If you allow yourself in my drawing room..." whispered Helene, but Pierre did not reply and went out of the room.
Anatole glanced at him and immediately thrust his hand into his pocket and drew out his pocketbook.
"Secondly," he continued after a short pause, again rising and again pacing the room, "tomorrow you must get out of Moscow."
Princess Mary came out to meet Pierre.
Prince Andrew went to one and took out a small casket, from which he drew a packet wrapped in paper.
For the first time for many days Natasha wept tears of gratitude and tenderness, and glancing at Pierre she went out of the room.
Early in the morning of the twelfth of June he came out of his tent, which was pitched that day on the steep left bank of the Niemen, and looked through a spyglass at the streams of his troops pouring out of the Vilkavisski forest and flowing over the three bridges thrown across the river.
Then he became absorbed in a map laid out on the logs.
The colonel and some of his men got across and with difficulty clambered out on the further bank.
Boris noticed Arakcheev's excited face when the sovereign went out with Balashev.
But the Emperor and Balashev passed out into the illuminated garden without noticing Arakcheev who, holding his sword and glancing wrathfully around, followed some twenty paces behind them.
All the time Boris was going through the figures of the mazurka, he was worried by the question of what news Balashev had brought and how he could find it out before others.
In the figure in which he had to choose two ladies, he whispered to Helene that he meant to choose Countess Potocka who, he thought, had gone out onto the veranda, and glided over the parquet to the door opening into the garden, where, seeing Balashev and the Emperor returning to the veranda, he stood still.
They rode through the village of Rykonty, past tethered French hussar horses, past sentinels and men who saluted their colonel and stared with curiosity at a Russian uniform, and came out at the other end of the village.
This inevitability alone can explain how the cruel Arakcheev, who tore out a grenadier's mustache with his own hands, whose weak nerves rendered him unable to face danger, and who was neither an educated man nor a courtier, was able to maintain his powerful position with Alexander, whose own character was chivalrous, noble, and gentle.
Balashev took out the packet containing the Emperor's letter and laid it on the table (made of a door with its hinges still hanging on it, laid across two barrels).
Four days before, sentinels of the Preobrazhensk regiment had stood in front of the house to which Balashev was conducted, and now two French grenadiers stood there in blue uniforms unfastened in front and with shaggy caps on their heads, and an escort of hussars and uhlans and a brilliant suite of aides-de-camp, pages, and generals, who were waiting for Napoleon to come out, were standing at the porch, round his saddle horse and his Mameluke, Rustan.
His plump white neck stood out sharply above the black collar of his uniform, and he smelled of Eau de Cologne.
When Balashev had ended, Napoleon again took out his snuffbox, sniffed at it, and stamped his foot twice on the floor as a signal.
I'll drive all his Wurttemberg, Baden, and Weimar relations out of Germany....
He doesn't understand, so I must explain it, and he must hear me out, thought the old prince.
Prince Andrew, without replying, put him down from his knee and went out of the room.
"Then it must be so!" thought Prince Andrew as he drove out of the avenue from the house at Bald Hills.
The men of that party, remembering Suvorov, said that what one had to do was not to reason, or stick pins into maps, but to fight, beat the enemy, keep him out of Russia, and not let the army get discouraged.
Of a fourth opinion the most conspicuous representative was the Tsarevich, who could not forget his disillusionment at Austerlitz, where he had ridden out at the head of the Guards, in his casque and cavalry uniform as to a review, expecting to crush the French gallantly; but unexpectedly finding himself in the front line had narrowly escaped amid the general confusion.
The only reasonable thing left to do is to conclude peace as soon as possible, before we are turned out of Petersburg.
Prince Andrew's eyes were still following Pfuel out of the room when Count Bennigsen entered hurriedly, and nodding to Bolkonski, but not pausing, went into the study, giving instructions to his adjutant as he went.
Chernyshev and Prince Andrew went out into the porch, where the Emperor, who looked fatigued, was dismounting.
Ilyin went out and Zdrzhinski rode away.
When he had gone, taking his wife with him, and had settled down with her in their covered cart, the officers lay down in the tavern, covering themselves with their wet cloaks, but they did not sleep for a long time; now they exchanged remarks, recalling the doctor's uneasiness and his wife's delight, now they ran out into the porch and reported what was taking place in the covered trap.
As they left the tavern in the twilight of the dawn, Rostov and Ilyin both glanced under the wet and glistening leather hood of the doctor's cart, from under the apron of which his feet were sticking out, and in the middle of which his wife's nightcap was visible and her sleepy breathing audible.
Now he rode beside Ilyin under the birch trees, occasionally plucking leaves from a branch that met his hand, sometimes touching his horse's side with his foot, or, without turning round, handing a pipe he had finished to an hussar riding behind him, with as calm and careless an air as though he were merely out for a ride.
After Ostermann had gone, a command rang out to the uhlans.
Drawing himself up, he viewed the field of battle opening out before him from the hill, and with his whole soul followed the movement of the uhlans.
Rostov, without waiting to hear him out, touched his horse, galloped to the front of his squadron, and before he had time to finish giving the word of command, the whole squadron, sharing his feeling, was following him.
Rostov, picking out one on a gray horse, dashed after him.
He hurriedly but vainly tried to get his foot out of the stirrup and did not remove his frightened blue eyes from Rostov's face.
I can't make it out at all.
But, above all, that thought was kept out of their minds by the fact that they saw they were really useful, as in fact they were to the whole Rostov family.
In spite of the many pills she swallowed and the drops and powders out of the little bottles and boxes of which Madame Schoss who was fond of such things made a large collection, and in spite of being deprived of the country life to which she was accustomed, youth prevailed.
Even at ten o'clock, when the Rostovs got out of their carriage at the chapel, the sultry air, the shouts of hawkers, the light and gay summer clothes of the crowd, the dusty leaves of the trees on the boulevard, the sounds of the band and the white trousers of a battalion marching to parade, the rattling of wheels on the cobblestones, and the brilliant, hot sunshine were all full of that summer languor, that content and discontent with the present, which is most strongly felt on a bright, hot day in town.
Unexpectedly, in the middle of the service, and not in the usual order Natasha knew so well, the deacon brought out a small stool, the one he knelt on when praying on Trinity Sunday, and placed it before the doors of the sanctuary screen.
The priest came out with his purple velvet biretta on his head, adjusted his hair, and knelt down with an effort.
The French alphabet, written out with the same numerical values as the Hebrew, in which the first nine letters denote units and the others tens, will have the following significance:
His love for Natasha, Antichrist, Napoleon, the invasion, the comet, 666, L'Empereur Napoleon, and L'russe Besuhof--all this had to mature and culminate, to lift him out of that spellbound, petty sphere of Moscow habits in which he felt himself held captive and lead him to a great achievement and great happiness.
Petya had come rushing out to talk to his namesake about this affair.
He had asked Pierre to find out whether he would be accepted in the hussars.
Petya stopped short, flushed till he perspired, but still got out the words, "when our Fatherland is in danger."
There, there, I tell you, and the count moved to go out of the room, taking the papers, probably to reread them in his study before having a nap.
"Well, then, au revoir!" said the count, and went out of the room.
As he approached the Kremlin he even began to avoid being crushed and resolutely stuck out his elbows in a menacing way.
But in spite of this he continued to struggle desperately forward, and from between the backs of those in front he caught glimpses of an open space with a strip of red cloth spread out on it; but just then the crowd swayed back--the police in front were pushing back those who had pressed too close to the procession: the Emperor was passing from the palace to the Cathedral of the Assumption--and Petya unexpectedly received such a blow on his side and ribs and was squeezed so hard that suddenly everything grew dim before his eyes and he lost consciousness.
The crowd spread out again more evenly, and the clerk led Petya--pale and breathless--to the Tsar-cannon.
The firing was still proceeding when officers, generals, and gentlemen-in-waiting came running out of the cathedral, and after them others in a more leisurely manner: caps were again raised, and those who had run to look at the cannon ran back again.
While the Emperor was dining, Valuev, looking out of the window, said:
The dinner was nearly over, and the Emperor, munching a biscuit, rose and went out onto the balcony.
Pierre was among those who saw him come out from the merchants' hall with tears of emotion in his eyes.
On moving to the drawing room he handed the letter to Princess Mary and, spreading out before him the plan of the new building and fixing his eyes upon it, told her to read the letter aloud.
Having received all his orders Alpatych, wearing a white beaver hat--a present from the prince--and carrying a stick as the prince did, went out accompanied by his family.
Next morning Alpatych donned a jacket he wore only in town and went out on business.
Ferapontov came out after her, but on seeing Alpatych adjusted his waistcoat, smoothed his hair, yawned, and followed Alpatych into the opposite room.
Alpatych looked out of the window and went to the door.
He went out into the street: two men were running past toward the bridge.
Alpatych went out to the gate.
Ferapontov's whole household came out too, following Alpatych and the coachman.
As Alpatych was driving out of the gate he saw some ten soldiers in Ferapontov's open shop, talking loudly and filling their bags and knapsacks with flour and sunflower seeds.
Soldiers were passing in a constant stream along the street blocking it completely, so that Alpatych could not pass out and had to wait.
There were stars in the sky and the new moon shone out amid the smoke that screened it.
Prince Andrew without replying took out a notebook and raising his knee began writing in pencil on a page he tore out.
Without waiting to hear him out, Prince Andrew asked:
The old man was still sitting in the ornamental garden, like a fly impassive on the face of a loved one who is dead, tapping the last on which he was making the bast shoe, and two little girls, running out from the hot house carrying in their skirts plums they had plucked from the trees there, came upon Prince Andrew.
But not far from Bald Hills he again came out on the road and overtook his regiment at its halting place by the dam of a small pond.
"We'll clear it out for you in a minute," said Timokhin, and, still undressed, ran off to clear the men out of the pond.
Ours? said many voices, and the men were in such haste to clear out that the prince could hardly stop them.
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.
What would it have cost him to hold out for another two days?
So I write you frankly: call out the militia.
Princess Mary was not in Moscow and out of danger as Prince Andrew supposed.
Trying to convict her, he told her she had worn him out, had caused his quarrel with his son, had harbored nasty suspicions of him, making it the object of her life to poison his existence, and he drove her from his study telling her that if she did not go away it was all the same to him.
Princess Mary saw him walk out of the house in his uniform wearing all his orders and go down the garden to review his armed peasants and domestic serfs.
Princess Mary ran out to the porch, down the flower-bordered path, and into the avenue.
It was impossible to make out what he wanted.
She washed, dressed, said her prayers, and went out to the porch.
The doctor came downstairs and went out to her.
One can make out something of what he is saying.
Princess Mary could not quite make out what he had said, but from his look it was clear that he had uttered a tender caressing word such as he had never used to her before.
She ran out sobbing into the garden and as far as the pond, along the avenues of young lime trees Prince Andrew had planted.
This was the Marshal of the Nobility of the district, who had come personally to point out to the princess the necessity for her prompt departure.
The doctor came out with an agitated face and said she could not enter.
"Eh, Dron, it will turn out badly!" he said, shaking his head.
In the village, outside the drink shop, another meeting was being held, which decided that the horses should be driven out into the woods and the carts should not be provided.
Without saying anything of this to the princess, Alpatych had his own belongings taken out of the carts which had arrived from Bald Hills and had those horses got ready for the princess' carriages.
She felt sorry for her and held out her hand with a glance of gentle inquiry.
Only, for God's sake, Princess dear, have them sent away and don't go out to them.
I'll go out to them, said Princess Mary, and in spite of the nurse's and Dunyasha's protests she went out into the porch; Dron, Dunyasha, the nurse, and Michael Ivanovich following her.
"Dunyasha!" she screamed wildly, and tearing herself out of this silence she ran to the servants' quarters to meet her old nurse and the maidservants who came running toward her.
One of the men came out of the crowd and went up to Rostov.
But before the words were well out of his mouth, his cap flew off and a fierce blow jerked his head to one side.
The men obediently came out of the crowd and began taking off their belts.
With a pale and frowning face Dron stepped out of the crowd.
We did it just out of foolishness.
"Eh, books, books!" said another peasant, bringing out Prince Andrew's library cupboards.
When her carriage drove out of the house, he mounted and accompanied her eight miles from Bogucharovo to where the road was occupied by our troops.
On the rest of the way to Moscow, though the princess' position was not a cheerful one, Dunyasha, who went with her in the carriage, more than once noticed that her mistress leaned out of the window and smiled at something with an expression of mingled joy and sorrow.
It was at those moments that Dunyasha noticed her smiling as she looked out of the carriage window.
He drew his left foot out of the stirrup and, lurching with his whole body and puckering his face with the effort, raised it with difficulty onto the saddle, leaned on his knee, groaned, and slipped down into the arms of the Cossacks and adjutants who stood ready to assist him.
An adjutant came out and announced that everything was in readiness within.
No, tell them to bring a small table out here, my dear boy.
"Well, that's all!" said Kutuzov as he signed the last of the documents, and rising heavily and smoothing out the folds in his fat white neck he moved toward the door with a more cheerful expression.
The adjutant came out to the porch and asked Prince Andrew to lunch with him.
He took a pack of cards that lay on the table and began to lay them out for a game of patience.
"If this patience comes out," he said to himself after shuffling the cards, holding them in his hand, and lifting his head, "if it comes out, it means... what does it mean?"
You take everything so to heart, said Pierre, and began laying out his cards for patience.
On his way home from Vorontsovo, as he was passing the Bolotnoe Place Pierre, seeing a large crowd round the Lobnoe Place, stopped and got out of his trap.
The Russian army, they say, in its retreat from Smolensk sought out for itself the best position for a general engagement and found such a position at Borodino.
The Russians did not seek out the best position but, on the contrary, during the retreat passed many positions better than Borodino.
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.
At the descent of the high steep hill, down which a winding road led out of the town past the cathedral on the right, where a service was being held and the bells were ringing, Pierre got out of his vehicle and proceeded on foot.
Pierre got out and talked to the doctor, explaining his intention of taking part in a battle.
"Why should you be God knows where out of sight, during the battle?" he said, exchanging glances with his young companion.
Out of an army of a hundred thousand we must expect at least twenty thousand wounded, and we haven't stretchers, or bunks, or dressers, or doctors enough for six thousand.
Pierre stepped out of his carriage and, passing the toiling militiamen, ascended the knoll from which, according to the doctor, the battlefield could be seen.
Can you point it out to me?
Half an hour later Kutuzov left for Tatarinova, and Bennigsen and his suite, with Pierre among them, set out on their ride along the line.
From Gorki, Bennigsen descended the highroad to the bridge which, when they had looked at it from the hill, the officer had pointed out as being the center of our position and where rows of fragrant new-mown hay lay by the riverside.
In the middle of the wood a brown hare with white feet sprang out and, scared by the tramp of the many horses, grew so confused that it leaped along the road in front of them for some time, arousing general attention and laughter, and only when several voices shouted at it did it dart to one side and disappear in the thicket.
After going through the wood for about a mile and a half they came out on a glade where troops of Tuchkov's corps were stationed to defend the left flank.
He rose quickly, went out of the shed, and began to walk about.
Prince Andrew looked out of the shed and saw Pierre, who had tripped over a pole on the ground and had nearly fallen, coming his way.
He had no thought of betraying us, he tried to do the best he could, he thought out everything, and that is why he is unsuitable.
He is unsuitable now, just because he plans out everything very thoroughly and accurately as every German has to.
They slander him as a traitor, and the only result will be that afterwards, ashamed of their false accusations, they will make him out a hero or a genius instead of a traitor, and that will be still more unjust.
Prince Andrew went out of the shed with them, giving final orders to the adjutant.
Before a battle one must have one's sleep out, repeated Prince Andrew.
It was already dark, and Pierre could not make out whether the expression of Prince Andrew's face was angry or tender.
But Napoleon had dressed and come out with such unexpected rapidity that he had not time to finish arranging the surprise.
At a single gesture from him everyone went out on tiptoe, leaving the great man to himself and his emotion.
When Napoleon came out of the tent the shouting of the Guards before his son's portrait grew still louder.
He rose, walked to and fro, put on a warm overcoat and a hat, and went out of the tent.
The abandoned campfires were burning themselves out in the faint morning light.
The first shots had not yet ceased to reverberate before others rang out and yet more were heard mingling with and overtaking one another.
All the gentlemen have gone out, and his Serene Highness himself rode past long ago.
Pierre dressed hastily and ran out to the porch.
And all this moved, or seemed to move, as the smoke and mist spread out over the whole space.
Pierre, feeling out of place there, having nothing to do, and afraid of getting in someone's way again, galloped after the adjutant.
A young round-faced officer, quite a boy still and evidently only just out of the Cadet College, who was zealously commanding the two guns entrusted to him, addressed Pierre sternly.
When she comes spluttering down, out go your innards.
Several soldiers gathered by the wall of the trench, looking out to see what was happening in front.
Pierre did not look out at the battlefield and was not concerned to know what was happening there; he was entirely absorbed in watching this fire which burned ever more brightly and which he felt was flaming up in the same way in his own soul.
The smoke spread out before them, and at times it looked as if the smoke were moving, at times as if the troops moved.
But not only was it impossible to make out what was happening from where he was standing down below, or from the knoll above on which some of his generals had taken their stand, but even from the fleches themselves--in which by this time there were now Russian and now French soldiers, alternately or together, dead, wounded, alive, frightened, or maddened-- even at those fleches themselves it was impossible to make out what was taking place.
But even their orders, like Napoleon's, were seldom carried out, and then but partially.
Before Belliard was out of sight, a messenger from another part of the battlefield galloped up.
Though there was no advantage in sending Friant's division instead of Claparede's, and even an obvious inconvenience and delay in stopping Claparede and sending Friant now, the order was carried out exactly.
"Ride over to Prince Peter Ivanovich and find out about it exactly," he said to one of his adjutants, and then turned to the Duke of Wurttemberg who was standing behind him.
Sit down and write out the order of the day for tomorrow.
Kutuzov, without looking at Wolzogen, gave directions for the order to be written out which the former commander-in-chief, to avoid personal responsibility, very judiciously wished to receive.
From in front and especially from the right, in the unlifting smoke the guns boomed, and out of the mysterious domain of smoke that overlay the whole space in front, quick hissing cannon balls and slow whistling shells flew unceasingly.
"Look out!" came a frightened cry from a soldier and, like a bird whirring in rapid flight and alighting on the ground, a shell dropped with little noise within two steps of Prince Andrew and close to the battalion commander's horse.
From the right side of his abdomen, blood was welling out making a large stain on the grass.
Occasionally dressers ran out to fetch water, or to point out those who were to be brought in next.
Prince Andrew opened his eyes and for a long time could not make out what was going on around him.
"We kicked him out from there so that he chucked everything, we grabbed the King himself!" cried he, looking around him with eyes that glittered with fever.
One of the doctors came out of the tent in a bloodstained apron, holding a cigar between the thumb and little finger of one of his small bloodstained hands, so as not to smear it.
"All right, immediately," he replied to a dresser who pointed Prince Andrew out to him, and he told them to carry him into the tent.
Prince Andrew could not make out distinctly what was in that tent.
A new horizon and new labors were opening out, full of well-being and prosperity for all.
To the men of both sides alike, worn out by want of food and rest, it began equally to appear doubtful whether they should continue to slaughter one another; all the faces expressed hesitation, and the question arose in every soul: For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?...
On the Poklonny Hill, four miles from the Dorogomilov gate of Moscow, Kutuzov got out of his carriage and sat down on a bench by the roadside.
A great crowd of generals gathered round him, and Count Rostopchin, who had come out from Moscow, joined them.
It was out of the question to be under French rule, it would be the worst thing that could happen.
The princess nodded to her daughter and sidled out of the room.
Pierre went out into the yard and, covering himself up head and all, lay down in his carriage.
They, those strange men he had not previously known, stood out clearly and sharply from everyone else.
He glanced at the dirty innyard in the middle of which soldiers were watering their lean horses at the pump while carts were passing out of the gate.
As Pierre was entering the reception room a courier from the army came out of Rostopchin's private room.
If they're sent out and brought back again later on it will do no harm, but as things are now one can't answer for anything.
And I will knock the nonsense out of anybody"-- but probably realizing that he was shouting at Bezukhov who so far was not guilty of anything, he added, taking Pierre's hand in a friendly manner, "We are on the eve of a public disaster and I haven't time to be polite to everybody who has business with me.
Pierre dressed hurriedly and, instead of going to see them, went to the back porch and out through the gate.
Every day thousands of men wounded at Borodino were brought in by the Dorogomilov gate and taken to various parts of Moscow, and thousands of carts conveyed the inhabitants and their possessions out by the other gates.
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.
The peasants and house serfs carrying out the things were treading heavily on the parquet floors.
Natasha got up and looked out of the window.
Natasha, throwing a clean pocket handkerchief over her hair and holding an end of it in each hand, went out into the street.
The former housekeeper, old Mavra Kuzminichna, had stepped out of the crowd by the gate, gone up to a cart with a hood constructed of bast mats, and was speaking to a pale young officer who lay inside.
And Natasha began rapidly taking out of the case dishes and plates wrapped in paper.
And Natasha began rapidly and deftly sorting out the things.
She turned everything out and began quickly repacking, deciding that the inferior Russian carpets and unnecessary crockery should not be taken at all.
I see you were right, but just take out the top one.
As to the serfs the only indication was that three out of their huge retinue disappeared during the night, but nothing was stolen; and as to the value of their possessions, the thirty peasant carts that had come in from their estates and which many people envied proved to be extremely valuable and they were offered enormous sums of money for them.
Not only were huge sums offered for the horses and carts, but on the previous evening and early in the morning of the first of September, orderlies and servants sent by wounded officers came to the Rostovs' and wounded men dragged themselves there from the Rostovs' and from neighboring houses where they were accommodated, entreating the servants to try to get them a lift out of Moscow.
On waking up that morning Count Ilya Rostov left his bedroom softly, so as not to wake the countess who had fallen asleep only toward morning, and came out to the porch in his lilac silk dressing gown.
Look at the Lopukhins opposite, they cleared out everything two days ago.
Here's Berg coming to see us, said she, looking out of the window.
He looked attentively at the carts in the yard and while going up to the porch took out a clean pocket handkerchief and tied a knot in it.
At that moment Berg drew out his handkerchief as if to blow his nose and, seeing the knot in it, pondered, shaking his head sadly and significantly.
I went in out of curiosity, you know, and there is a small chiffonier and a dressing table.
It pulls out and has a secret English drawer, you know!
Petya was in the porch, engaged in giving out weapons to the servants who were to leave Moscow.
The wounded dragged themselves out of their rooms and stood with pale but happy faces round the carts.
One by one the carts with the wounded had moved out of the yard.
"Whose caleche is that?" she inquired, leaning out of the carriage window.
Sonya jumped out of the coach and ran to the countess.
"The ways of God are past finding out!" she thought, feeling that the Almighty Hand, hitherto unseen, was becoming manifest in all that was now taking place.
The footman sprang onto the box of the moving coach which jolted as it passed out of the yard onto the uneven roadway; the other vehicles jolted in their turn, and the procession of carriages moved up the street.
Occasionally she leaned out of the carriage window and looked back and then forward at the long train of wounded in front of them.
That old man noticed a face thrust out of the carriage window gazing at them, and respectfully touching Pierre's elbow said something to him and pointed to the carriage.
Natasha's face, leaning out of the window, beamed with quizzical kindliness.
This is wonderful! she cried, holding out her hand to him.
Natasha continued to lean out of the window for a long time, beaming at him with her kindly, slightly quizzical, happy smile.
When he woke up on the morning after his return to Moscow and his interview with Count Rostopchin, he could not for some time make out where he was and what was expected of him.
But as soon as the man had left the room Pierre took up his hat which was lying on the table and went out of his study by the other door.
He went down that staircase and out into the yard.
But there were some carriages waiting, and as soon as Pierre stepped out of the gate the coachmen and the yard porter noticed him and raised their caps to him.
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.
Gerasim, that sallow beardless old man Pierre had seen at Torzhok five years before with Joseph Bazdeev, came out in answer to his knock.
He sat down at the dusty writing table, and, having laid the manuscripts before him, opened them out, closed them, finally pushed them away, and resting his head on his hand sank into meditation.
At that very time, at ten in the morning of the second of September, Napoleon was standing among his troops on the Poklonny Hill looking at the panorama spread out before him.
Moscow seen from the Poklonny Hill lay spaciously spread out with her river, her gardens, and her churches, and she seemed to be living her usual life, her cupolas glittering like stars in the sunlight.
Il etait temps, * said he, and dismounting he ordered a plan of Moscow to be spread out before him, and summoned Lelorgne d'Ideville, the interpreter.
A single report of a signaling gun followed, and the troops, who were already spread out on different sides of Moscow, moved into the city through Tver, Kaluga, and Dorogomilov gates.
The bees circle round a queenless hive in the hot beams of the midday sun as gaily as around the living hives; from a distance it smells of honey like the others, and bees fly in and out in the same way.
In and out of the hive long black robber bees smeared with honey fly timidly and shiftily.
Formerly only bees laden with honey flew into the hive, and they flew out empty; now they fly out laden.
Here and there a couple of bees, by force of habit and custom cleaning out the brood cells, with efforts beyond their strength laboriously drag away a dead bee or bumblebee without knowing why they do it.
The beekeeper closes the hive, chalks a mark on it, and when he has time tears out its contents and burns it clean.
But there were no dealers with voices of ingratiating affability inviting customers to enter; there were no hawkers, nor the usual motley crowd of female purchasers--but only soldiers, in uniforms and overcoats though without muskets, entering the Bazaar empty-handed and silently making their way out through its passages with bundles.
The general orders them all to be driven out at once, without fail.
"Come, go in there and drive them out!" shouted the senior officer.
From one open shop came the sound of blows and vituperation, and just as the officer came up to it a man in a gray coat with a shaven head was flung out violently.
The officer pounced on the soldiers who were in the shops, but at that moment fearful screams reached them from the huge crowd on the Moskva bridge and the officer ran out into the square.
Ignat left off smiling, adjusted his belt, and went out of the room with meekly downcast eyes.
While still a few steps from the officer she unfolded the kerchief and took out of it a white twenty- five-ruble assignat and hastily handed it to him.
And, still rolling up his sleeve, he went out to the porch.
The publican was fighting one of the smiths at the door, and when the workmen came out the smith, wrenching himself free from the tavern keeper, fell face downward on the pavement.
"Oh, gracious me, a man beaten to death--killed!..." screamed a woman coming out of a gate close by.
At the corner of the Moroseyka, opposite a large house with closed shutters and bearing a bootmaker's signboard, stood a score of thin, worn-out, gloomy-faced bootmakers, wearing overalls and long tattered coats.
The last words were read out in the midst of complete silence.
And let the lunatics out into the town.
And rapidly opening the door he went resolutely out onto the balcony.
I'll come out to you in a moment, but we must first settle with the villain.
A few minutes later an officer came hurriedly out of the front door, gave an order, and the dragoons formed up in line.
Rostopchin, coming out there with quick angry steps, looked hastily around as if seeking someone.
Out of the windows of the Senate House the soldiers threw chairs into the Square for fuel and kindled fires there.
Though tattered, hungry, worn out, and reduced to a third of their original number, the French entered Moscow in good marching order.
As a hungry herd of cattle keeps well together when crossing a barren field, but gets out of hand and at once disperses uncontrollably as soon as it reaches rich pastures, so did the army disperse all over the wealthy city.
And the risk to which he would expose his life by carrying out his design excited him still more.
He paused and then suddenly seeing the pistol on the table seized it with unexpected rapidity and ran out into the corridor.
Pierre, coming out into the corridor, looked with pity and repulsion at the half-crazy old man.
Still smiling, the French officer spread out his hands before Gerasim's nose, intimating that he did not understand him either, and moved, limping, to the door at which Pierre was standing.
His handsome face assumed a melodramatically gentle expression and he held out his hand.
The soldiers went out again, and the orderly, who had meanwhile had time to visit the kitchen, came up to his officer.
He wrapped the bottle up to its neck in a table napkin and poured out wine for himself and for Pierre.
The great redoubt held out well, by my pipe! continued the Frenchman.
The captain went out into the porch and gave some orders in a loud voice.
When the captain went out and he was left alone, suddenly he came to himself and realized the position he was in.
He did not know why, but he felt a foreboding that he would not carry out his intention.
Morel! he called out gaily.
Pierre again emptied his glass and poured himself out a third.
When it was late at night they went out together into the street.
The Rostovs' servants and coachmen and the orderlies of the wounded officers, after attending to their masters, had supper, fed the horses, and came out into the porches.
"I only ran out to get some water," said Mishka.
They'll put it out, no fear!
The count donned his dressing gown and went out to look.
Sonya and Madame Schoss, who had not yet undressed, went out with him.
And as if in order not to offend Sonya and to get rid of her, she turned her face to the window, looked out in such a way that it was evident that she could not see anything, and again settled down in her former attitude.
Natasha did not move, though her little bare foot, thrust out from under the quilt, was growing cold on the bare floor.
He smiled and held out his hand to her.
At the same time he felt that above his face, above the very middle of it, some strange airy structure was being erected out of slender needles or splinters, to the sound of this whispered music.
"But perhaps that's my shirt on the table," he thought, "and that's my legs, and that is the door, but why is it always stretching and drawing itself out, and 'piti-piti-piti' and 'ti-ti' and 'piti-piti-piti'...?
In that world some structure was still being erected and did not fall, something was still stretching out, and the candle with its red halo was still burning, and the same shirtlike sphinx lay near the door; but besides all this something creaked, there was a whiff of fresh air, and a new white sphinx appeared, standing at the door.
The soft whispering voice continued its rhythmic murmur, something oppressed him and stretched out, and the strange face was before him.
Prince Andrew sighed with relief, smiled, and held out his hand.
Like a somnambulist aroused from her sleep Natasha went out of the room and, returning to her hut, fell sobbing on her bed.
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.
It was eleven by the clock, but it seemed peculiarly dark out of doors.
Having tied a girdle over his coat and pulled his cap low on his head, Pierre went down the corridor, trying to avoid making a noise or meeting the captain, and passed out into the street.
Besides his height and stoutness, and the strange morose look of suffering in his face and whole figure, the Russians stared at Pierre because they could not make out to what class he could belong.
The fire broke out alongside, and blew our way, the maid called out 'Fire!' and we rushed to collect our things.
We ran out just as we were....
He held his head higher, his eyes shone with the light of life, and with swift steps he followed the maid, overtook her, and came out on the Povarskoy.
"It's here, close by," said she and, running across the yard, opened a gate in a wooden fence and, stopping, pointed out to him a small wooden wing of the house, which was burning brightly and fiercely.
And a minute or two later the Frenchman, a black-eyed fellow with a spot on his cheek, in shirt sleeves, really did jump out of a window on the ground floor, and clapping Pierre on the shoulder ran with him into the garden.
"Hurry up, you others!" he called out to his comrades.
Amid the scattered property and the crowd on the open space, she, in her rich satin cloak with a bright lilac shawl on her head, suggested a delicate exotic plant thrown out onto the snow.
A little man in Russian civilian clothes rode out from the ranks, and by his clothes and manner of speaking Pierre at once knew him to be a French salesman from one of the Moscow shops.
And having thus demolished the young man, Anna Pavlovna turned to another group where Bilibin was talking about the Austrians: having wrinkled up his face he was evidently preparing to smooth it out again and utter one of his mots.
"It may turn out very well," he thought, "but if not, they'll know how to arrange matters."
Michaud had only waited for this to bring out the phrase he had prepared.
Those who tried to understand the general course of events and to take part in it by self-sacrifice and heroism were the most useless members of society, they saw everything upside down, and all they did for the common good turned out to be useless and foolish--like Pierre's and Mamonov's regiments which looted Russian villages, and the lint the young ladies prepared and that never reached the wounded, and so on.
A few days before the battle of Borodino, Nicholas received the necessary money and warrants, and having sent some hussars on in advance, he set out with post horses for Voronezh.
He indicated the stud farms at which Nicholas might procure horses, recommended to him a horse dealer in the town and a landowner fourteen miles out of town who had the best horses, and promised to assist him in every way.
"Very pleased, mon cher," she then said, holding out her hand to Nicholas.
And as long as my sister Natasha was engaged to her brother it was of course out of the question for me to think of marrying her.
"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.
That evening Nicholas did not go out, but stayed at home to settle some accounts with the horse dealers.
Yes, prayer can move mountains, but one must have faith and not pray as Natasha and I used to as children, that the snow might turn into sugar-- and then run out into the yard to see whether it had done so.
He glanced through it, then read it again, and then again, and standing still in the middle of the room he raised his shoulders, stretching out his hands, with his mouth wide open and his eyes fixed.
And for the first time Sonya felt that out of her pure, quiet love for Nicholas a passionate feeling was beginning to grow up which was stronger than principle, virtue, or religion.
That door opened and Natasha came out, looking excited.
He had a feeling that it was only out of condescension or a kind of civility that this device of placing a channel was employed.
He replied that he had gone out to see what was happening in Moscow.
On the fourth day fires broke out on the Zubovski rampart.
He felt it in the merry sounds of regimental music he heard from the left side of the field, and felt and realized it especially from the list of prisoners the French officer had read out when he came that morning.
But where they were to take him Pierre did not know: back to the coach house or to the place of execution his companions had pointed out to him as they crossed the Virgin's Field.
A French official wearing a scarf came up to the right of the row of prisoners and read out the sentence in Russian and in French.
Twelve sharpshooters with muskets stepped out of the ranks with a firm regular tread and halted eight paces from the post.
Pierre gazed now with dazed eyes at these sharpshooters who ran in couples out of the circle.
An old, noncommissioned officer ran out of the ranks and taking him by the elbow dragged him to his company.
Then he took out a knife, cut something, closed the knife, placed it under the head of his bed, and, seating himself comfortably, clasped his arms round his lifted knees and fixed his eyes on Pierre.
He took a potato, drew out his clasp knife, cut the potato into two equal halves on the palm of his hand, sprinkled some salt on it from the rag, and handed it to Pierre.
It was last Sunday they took me, out of a hospital in Moscow.
When Father and we went out mowing there were seven of us.
Our luck is like water in a dragnet: you pull at it and it bulges, but when you've drawn it out it's empty!
"I have found out everything, your excellency: the Rostovs are staying at the merchant Bronnikov's house, in the Square not far from here, right above the Volga," said the courier.
Neither in his presence nor out of it did they weep, nor did they ever talk to one another about him.
On the second of October a Cossack, Shapovalov, who was out scouting, killed one hare and wounded another.
The Cossack's report, confirmed by horse patrols who were sent out, was the final proof that events had matured.
No, and the general's out too.
The officer rode out beyond our lines to Echkino.
Getting out of his caleche, he waited with drooping head and breathing heavily, pacing silently up and down.
The men were forbidden to talk out loud, to smoke their pipes, or to strike a light, and they tried to prevent their horses neighing.
"Hurrah-ah-ah!" reverberated in the forest, and the Cossack companies, trailing their lances and advancing one after another as if poured out of a sack, dashed gaily across the brook toward the camp.
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.
But if the aim of the battle was what actually resulted and what all the Russians of that day desired--to drive the French out of Russia and destroy their army--it is quite clear that the battle of Tarutino, just because of its incongruities, was exactly what was wanted at that stage of the campaign.
With regard to military matters, Napoleon immediately on his entry into Moscow gave General Sabastiani strict orders to observe the movements of the Russian army, sent army corps out along the different roads, and charged Murat to find Kutuzov.
You, peaceful inhabitants of Moscow, artisans and workmen whom misfortune has driven from the city, and you scattered tillers of the soil, still kept out in the fields by groundless fear, listen!
There were no industrious workmen, and the peasants caught the commissaries who ventured too far out of town with the proclamation and killed them.
Early in the morning of the sixth of October Pierre went out of the shed, and on returning stopped by the door to play with a little blue- gray dog, with a long body and short bandy legs, that jumped about him.
A week before the French had had boot leather and linen issued to them, which they had given out to the prisoners to make up into boots and shirts for them.
"Ready, ready, dear fellow!" said Karataev, coming out with a neatly folded shirt.
He took out an assignation ruble note and gave it to Karataev.
What did it matter to anybody, and especially to him, whether or not they found out that their prisoner's name was Count Bezukhov?
Pierre too drew near the church where the thing was that evoked these exclamations, and dimly made out something leaning against the palings surrounding the church.
They advanced the few hundred paces that separated the bridge from the Kaluga road, taking more than an hour to do so, and came out upon the square where the streets of the Transmoskva ward and the Kaluga road converge, and the prisoners jammed close together had to stand for some hours at that crossway.
Bright stars shone out here and there in the sky.
Suddenly he burst out into a fit of his broad, good-natured laughter, so loud that men from various sides turned with surprise to see what this strange and evidently solitary laughter could mean.
Generals on the staff, excited by the memory of the easy victory at Tarutino, urged Kutuzov to carry out Dorokhov's suggestion.
In Smolensk, at the Malakhov Gate, he had hardly dozed off in a paroxysm of fever before he was awakened by the bombardment of the town--and Smolensk held out all day long.
What news? the field marshal called out to them.
The day after the council at Malo-Yaroslavets Napoleon rode out early in the morning amid the lines of his army with his suite of marshals and an escort, on the pretext of inspecting the army and the scene of the previous and of the impending battle.
Coming out onto the highroad the French fled with surprising energy and unheard-of rapidity toward the goal they had fixed on.
Let us imagine two men who have come out to fight a duel with rapiers according to all the rules of the art of fencing.
Beyond Shamshevo, Dolokhov was to observe the road in the same way, to find out at what distance there were other French troops.
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.
Denisov himself intended going with the esaul and Petya to the edge of the forest where it reached out to Shamshevo, to have a look at the part of the French bivouac they were to attack next day.
The man whom they called Tikhon, having run to the stream, plunged in so that the water splashed in the air, and, having disappeared for an instant, scrambled out on all fours, all black with the wet, and ran on.
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.
Denisov then relieved him from drudgery and began taking him with him when he went out on expeditions and had him enrolled among the Cossacks.
He was armed with a musketoon (which he carried rather as a joke), a pike and an ax, which latter he used as a wolf uses its teeth, with equal ease picking fleas out of its fur or crunching thick bones.
"You see, I took him first thing at dawn," Tikhon continued, spreading out his flat feet with outturned toes in their bast shoes.
'Christ be with you!' shouted Tikhon, waving his arms with an angry scowl and throwing out his chest.
He turned his eyes rapidly from Tikhon's face to the esaul's and Denisov's, unable to make out what it all meant.
Before they had ridden to the outskirts of the forest Petya had considered he must carry out his instructions strictly and return at once.
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.
Or perhaps your flints are giving out, or are worn out--that happens sometimes, you know.
And having kissed Denisov he ran out of the hut.
Both fell silent, peering out through the darkness at the sound of Dolokhov's and Petya's steps as they advanced to the fire leading their horses.
Dolokhov was a long time mounting his horse which would not stand still, then he rode out of the yard at a footpace.
Coming out onto the road Dolokhov did not ride back across the open country, but through the village.
Then, noticing that Denisov was asleep, he rose and went out of doors.
Petya came out, peered into the darkness, and went up to the wagons.
Denisov came out of the watchman's hut and, having called Petya, gave orders to get ready.
The men rapidly picked out their horses in the semidarkness, tightened their saddle girths, and formed companies.
After speaking to the senior French officer, who came out of the house with a white handkerchief tied to his sword and announced that they surrendered, Dolokhov dismounted and went up to Petya, who lay motionless with outstretched arms.
"We won't take them!" he called out to Denisov.
Of the three hundred and thirty men who had set out from Moscow fewer than a hundred now remained.
Each drop tried to spread out and occupy as much space as possible, but others striving to do the same compressed it, sometimes destroyed it, and sometimes merged with it.
There now, Karataev has spread out and disappeared.
The soldiers, who are worn out with hunger and fatigue, need these supplies as well as a few days' rest.
But these orders and reports were only on paper, nothing in them was acted upon for they could not be carried out, and though they entitled one another Majesties, Highnesses, or Cousins, they all felt that they were miserable wretches who had done much evil for which they had now to pay.
Expecting the enemy from behind and not in front, the French separated in their flight and spread out over a distance of twenty-four hours.
The Russian army, expecting Napoleon to take the road to the right beyond the Dnieper--which was the only reasonable thing for him to do-- themselves turned to the right and came out onto the highroad at Krasnoe.
And why if they were guilty of not carrying out a prearranged plan were they not tried and punished?
All the profound plans about cutting off and capturing Napoleon and his army were like the plan of a market gardener who, when driving out of his garden a cow that had trampled down the beds he had planted, should run to the gate and hit the cow on the head.
Half the men fell out of the army without a battle.
And she ran out of the room, with difficulty refraining from tears of vexation and irritation rather than of sorrow.
As she entered the ballroom her father was hurriedly coming out of her mother's room.
He had evidently run out of that room to give vent to the sobs that were choking him.
Princess Mary, pale and with quivering chin, came out from that room and taking Natasha by the arm said something to her.
When one went out the other became restless and hastened to rejoin her.
For Princess Mary, listening to Natasha's tales of childhood and early youth, there also opened out a new and hitherto uncomprehended side of life: belief in life and its enjoyment.
One day she went quickly upstairs and found herself out of breath.
Despite all Kutuzov's efforts to avoid that ruinous encounter and to preserve his troops, the massacre of the broken mob of French soldiers by worn-out Russians continued at Krasnoe for three days.
"I give you that column, lads," he said, riding up to the troops and pointing out the French to the cavalry.
His actions--without the smallest deviation--were all directed to one and the same threefold end: (1) to brace all his strength for conflict with the French, (2) to defeat them, and (3) to drive them out of Russia, minimizing as far as possible the sufferings of our people and of our army.
Another section amid the regimental wagons and horses which were standing in a group was busy getting out caldrons and rye biscuit, and feeding the horses.
A third section scattered through the village arranging quarters for the staff officers, carrying out the French corpses that were in the huts, and dragging away boards, dry wood, and thatch from the roofs, for the campfires, or wattle fences to serve for shelter.
At the end of the third verse as the last note died away, twenty voices roared out at once: Oo-oo-oo-oo!
When they were out of the village they began talking again as loud as before, interlarding their talk with the same aimless expletives.
They beat the tattoo, called the roll, had supper, and settled down round the fires for the night--some repairing their footgear, some smoking pipes, and some stripping themselves naked to steam the lice out of their shirts.
This was because all who began to grow depressed or who lost strength were sifted out of the army day by day.
"Look out, your soles will fly off!" shouted the red-haired man, noticing that the sole of the dancer's boot was hanging loose.
"Right enough, friend," said he, and, having sat down, took out of his knapsack a scrap of blue French cloth, and wrapped it round his foot.
"It's the steam that spoils them," he added, stretching out his feet toward the fire.
You would think the women had spread out their linen, said one of the men, gazing with admiration at the Milky Way.
They all raised their heads to listen, and out of the forest into the bright firelight stepped two strangely clad human figures clinging to one another.
A minute later the old man's large stout figure in full-dress uniform, his chest covered with orders and a scarf drawn round his stomach, waddled out into the porch.
When Kutuzov came out of the study and with lowered head was crossing the ballroom with his heavy waddling gait, he was arrested by someone's voice saying:
So naturally, simply, and gradually--just as he had come from Turkey to the Treasury in Petersburg to recruit the militia, and then to the army when he was needed there--now when his part was played out, Kutuzov's place was taken by a new and necessary performer.
Within a week the peasants who came with empty carts to carry off plunder were stopped by the authorities and made to cart the corpses out of the town.
They abused the police and bribed them, made out estimates at ten times their value for government stores that had perished in the fire, and demanded relief.
The princess rose quickly to meet him and held out her hand.
At that moment of emotional tenderness young Nicholas' face, which resembled his father's, affected Pierre so much that when he had kissed the boy he got up quickly, took out his handkerchief, and went to the window.
One was snatched out before my eyes... and there were women who had their things snatched off and their earrings torn out... he flushed and grew confused.
We imagine that when we are thrown out of our usual ruts all is lost, but it is only then that what is new and good begins.
Out of a moral bath.
The picturesqueness of the chimney stacks and tumble-down walls of the burned-out quarters of the town, stretching out and concealing one another, reminded him of the Rhine and the Colosseum.
Before her words were out, Pierre had sprung up and with a frightened expression seized Princess Mary's hand.
But the once proud and shrewd rulers of France, feeling that their part is played out, are even more bewildered than he, and do not say the words they should have said to destroy him and retain their power.
The idea of putting something aside out of his salary proved a dream.
He could see no way out of this situation.
The other way out--his mother's death-- never entered his head.
When the princess came out of the countess' room Nicholas met her again, and with marked solemnity and stiffness accompanied her to the anteroom.
Nicholas sighed, bit his mustache, and laid out the cards for a patience, trying to divert his mother's attention to another topic.
Nicholas went out into the porch to question him, and immediately after the elder had given a few replies the sound of cries and blows were heard.
It had bare deal floors and was furnished with very simple hard sofas, armchairs, tables, and chairs made by their own serf carpenters out of their own birchwood.
When her husband took his place she concluded, from the rapid manner in which after taking up his table napkin he pushed back the tumbler and wineglass standing before him, that he was out of humor, as was sometimes the case when he came in to dinner straight from the farm--especially before the soup.
When they left the table and went as usual to thank the old countess, Countess Mary held out her hand and kissed her husband, and asked him why he was angry with her.
Out of breath, he took the laughing child quickly from his shoulder and pressed her to his heart.
Nicholas went out holding the child by the hand.
That creature said: You are angry, you are jealous, you would like to pay him out, you are afraid--but here am I!
Denisov, who had come out of the study into the dancing room with his pipe, now for the first time recognized the old Natasha.
This meant two stockings, which by a secret process known only to herself Anna Makarovna used to knit at the same time on the same needles, and which, when they were ready, she always triumphantly drew, one out of the other, in the children's presence.
Oh, they should let that fine fellow Bonaparte loose--he'd knock all this nonsense out of them!
The boy with the thin neck stretching out from the turn-down collar-- whom everyone had forgotten--gazed at Pierre with even greater and more rapturous joy.
For a long time he was silent, as if astonished, then he jumped out of bed, ran to me in his shirt, and sobbed so that I could not calm him for a long time.
Having become an Emperor he again went out to kill people in Italy, Austria, and Prussia.
Recognizing the falsity of this view of history, another set of historians say that power rests on a conditional delegation of the will of the people to their rulers, and that historical leaders have power only conditionally on carrying out the program that the will of the people has by tacit agreement prescribed to them.
Amid a long series of unexecuted orders of Napoleon's one series, for the campaign of 1812, was carried out--not because those orders differed in any way from the other, unexecuted orders but because they coincided with the course of events that led the French army into Russia; just as in stencil work this or that figure comes out not because the color was laid on from this side or in that way, but because it was laid on from all sides over the figure cut in the stencil.
The more this field of motion spreads out before our eyes, the more evident are the laws of that movement.
The struggle between the old views and the new was long and stubbornly fought out in physical philosophy.
While Cunetto's doesn't require formal dress, you may feel out of place in bike shorts and a T-shirt.
Sports fans can catch the Cardinals game on one of the big TVs, while music lovers check out the band in the Duck Room.
Brothers Ben and Rick Manusco say, "The original family spaghetti sauce still adorns all of our Italian specialties." Load on the carbs and pig out on finger-licking-good bar food like grand slam fries and potato boats.
The restaurant offers take out and dining service, and is open until 10:30 p.m.
Philadelphia, PA 19104(215) 823-6222 The Italian Trattoria at The Restaurant School For an experience a bit out of the ordinary, and a bargain to boot, pay a visit to the Restaurant School at Walnut Hill College in the heart of University City.
When you're done playing outdoors, check out one of these top-ranked restaurants in Hudson Valley.
Patrons can choose to dine outside on the back porch, order carry out or pick up a frozen meal to go from the freezer case.
Whatever the reason to be out and about in Simsbury, there are plenty of dining options to suit the occasion.
Scottsdale RoadScottsdale, AZ 85253(480) 609-8866www.fogo.com Rio Sabor Brazilian Steakhouse Vegetarians will continue to feel left out, as North Scottsdale's Rio Sabor Brazilian Restaurant is another dining spot where meat is king.
Fogo de Chao stands out for its above-and-beyond standards of service.
Pick up a Brown Bag Special to go before you head out to the biking and hiking trails.
Whatever your reason for it, there are a number of choices for dining out with a large group in Philadelphia, Pa.
New York City's West Village is known for its historic low-rise architecture, laid-back vibe and bohemian, if somewhat gentrified, charm, which makes it stand out from the grid of Manhattan.
Anchorage, Alaska 99501(907) 277-6332clubparisrestaurant.com Glacier BrewHouse For a more relaxed atmosphere, check out Glacier BrewHouse where diners can enjoy a mouth-watering steak and a wide range of handcrafted beer.
A local favorite, the Tun Du Ree has an extensive menu and a casual atmosphere, and dishes out delicious, affordable food with no muss or fuss.
With prices being slightly higher than casual dining, a lower price during lunch is a great time to check them out.
Whether you come to Columbus for business or pleasure, be sure to try out one of the city's top steak houses.
Signature events include a lobster bake, wine dinner, father/daughter dance, ladies' night out, martini madness and mother's day brunch.
The venue hosts familiar famous faces along with up-and-coming new comedians just starting out.
Regardless of the length of your trip, be sure to check out one or all of these child-friendly restaurants.
Check out some companies below that rent cottages to visitors all year round.
With high acclaim from magazines like "Time Out" combined with authentic cooking and good service, this restaurant often has a wait.
From take out to fine dining, Arabic restaurants are most commonly found paired with Lebanese and Middle Eastern cuisines.
The restaurant started out with meager beginnings as a small eating space in Buckhead.
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Check out either its classic offerings such as dim sum and dumplings, or branch out a bit with some airy pepper-salted squid.
Check out either its classic offerings such as dim sum and dumplings, or branch out a bit with some airy pepper-salted squid.
For those who want to eat out later than 9 p.m., Powells Seafood Restaurant (6633 SE Powell Boulevard) is a great option.
If you're looking to load up on some tasty carbs before a big day out in the City of Lakes, be sure to check out one of these local Italian favorites.
If you're looking to load up on some tasty carbs before a big day out in the City of Lakes, be sure to check out one of these local Italian favorites.
Check out the hole-in-the-wall restaurants that you've never heard of before, but which serve fantastic food.
The hotel offers patio dining, catering service, carry out and a private party room.
Restaurants on Buckley Road might be a bit out of the way, but savvy travelers know that sometimes the most fun can be found off of the beaten path.
Located half a mile from downtown, it offers a traditional menu for eating inside or taking out.
When visiting the Circle City--that's what the locals call Indianapolis because of its central landmark, Monument Circle--remember to check out its local steakhouses and the notable chain steakhouses that have chosen to call the city home.
Make sure to check out one of the happy hours, from 3 p.m. to 6 p.m. nightly.
Spend some time at Sunset Park Campground, which includes swimming, boating, fishing, a playground and even hay rides, and then check out one of the great restaurants in the Auburn area.
Chengarden.com New Number One The New Number One Chinese restaurant offers a variety of dining options that include dine-in, take- out and delivery.
The choices are endless, making this form of dining great for a large group or a special night out with your companion.
While seafood such as salmon, grouper and mahi-mahi factor primely on the menu, chicken, pork and steak round out the offerings along with salads and appetizers.
While you're there, check out the photo wall of "regulars."1215 Pine St.
Schwartz's Carryout Cafe The Schwartz's Carryout Cafe restaurant in Cohocton has delivery and take out as well as catering available.
Sam Taylor's offers dine in, carry out and catering options.
Appetizers, desserts and drinks round out the menu.
This is a cool bar for those that want an out of the ordinary experience.
Dinner is labeled "steak on the lake" and the "thrill of the grill", with specialty salads and deserts filling out the menu.
Jamestown, NY 14701(716) 664-6204fentongrill.com Andriaccio's Restaurant Order a wrap, panini and salad to go as you head out for a day of adventure on Chautauqua Lake.
It's a great place to stop if you are in a rush to get out of town quickly.
Joe's Crab Shack Perfect for meeting friends after work or just hanging out on the weekends, Joe's Crab Shack is a causal place that attracts a lively crowd looking for filling fare and good times.
The restaurant offers delivery or curb-side take out.
Diners can come in as early as 6 in the morning any day of the week to enjoy Dave's food, but they must be out before closing time: 3 p.m.
When you want to kick back and enjoy a meal out on the town, the city offers many dining opportunities with lake views.
In addition to steak, Bern's rounds out its menu with shellfish, foie gras, poultry, vegetarian offerings and an extensive selection of caviars.
Fine antipasti such as Chicken Artichoke Bruschetta, Eggplant Rollantini, soups, panini and a small selection of entrées all round out the menu at Luigi's Italian Restaurant.
Guests can also check out the art gallery while waiting for their seat.
If you are traveling in east Texas, you may not think there are many options out there for fresh sushi.
Goulash, kuchen varieties, potato pancakes, brats and knockwurst round out the menu.
Quick bites like the popular cheesy garlic bread and slower food like the gnocchi round out the menu.
These restaurants are popular for good reason-the menu offers a wide range of options sure to appeal to fondue lovers and to make converts out of those who have yet to be introduced to fondue.
If you'd like to extend the hands-on experience into the dinner hour, check out the list of following restaurants serving fondue within driving (or possibly biking, or even sailing) distance of Annapolis.
Vietnamese dishes such as the Chicken with Lemon grass, makes Sam's stand out among other Chinese restaurants.
As a vegetarian, you also have several delicious lunch and dinner choices--make sure you ask the chefs to leave out the chicken stock.
The decor sets an upscale scene, making Toyo a good choice for a special night out in Mishawaka.
Stand out dishes include rib eye steaks, broiled seafood, pancakes, burgers, grilled cheese, and mashed potatoes.
The park stands out as a small tribute to nature surrounded by imposing skyscrapers.
If you find yourself out on the water at night, make sure to take a look back toward shore and see the twinkling lights of Seattle at night, which make for an impressive view.
Once featured on PBS's "Dining Out" with Jonathon Swift, Moro's is dimly lit; the perfect ambiance for a relaxing dinner with your loved one, although it also hosts private parties.
Riverview, MI 48193 (734) 285-5430dolcevitariverview.com Moro's Dining If you're looking for a night out after riding the trails around Wyandotte, you may want to try Moro's Dining in downtown Allen Park.
After dinner, be sure to check out The Comedy Room located in the restaurant.3455 Biddle St.
Rosebud, a Chicago-based authentic Italian restaurant group, has 10 restaurants, spread out from the heart of the bustling loop into the laid-back outer suburbs.
The dinner menu also includes an impressive selection of salads and small plates, as well as a selection of cheeses that is out of this world.
On Sundays, there is an all-you-can-eat buffet, which is a good excuse for trying out the entire menu.
If you've never been to a Chili's before, this is a good place to try it out.
Look for the large Happy Chef figure with his hand out and wooden spoon raised to the sky.
The booth seating, bar, and local news on the TV create a casual feel that brings in a number of local customers and tourists scoping out the area.
After all of that healthy activity, you might find you are interesting forgoing fatty meats and are instead interested in trying out one of the vegan restaurants in the area.
Visit the Landmark for a meal or to hang out with friends and enjoy wine, beer or other speciality drink.
If you find yourself worn out from a busy day of camping or hiking, try some of the restaurants in the county.
Bowl a few games for fun or just hang out in the comfortable, 50s-era lounge and enjoy an upscale dining experience.
You can spend the day jet-skiing in Tampa Bay, catch an evening Devil Rays or Lightning game (depending on the season),
and then head out for some of the city's nightlife in Hyde Park or the Channelside Complex.
If you are looking for a flavorful bite, check out the Pizza Hut.357 W.
A fun, family-friendly atmosphere and affordable price tag make this restaurant a great place to take the kids for a night out on the town.
The Donauschwaben cultural center hosts a variety of events through out the year, including the Landestrachtenfest, the Kirchweihfest, Schwabenball and Oktoberfest.
To warm up and grab a good bite to eat, check out downtown Syracuse's Mexican food scene.
The restaurant is a perfect place to try out different varieties of dosas (thin rice and lentil crepe),
a widely acclaimed dish of South India.
Try out its Kashmiri kebab (boneless chicken rolls sprinkled with ginger and spices) and chicken chops (charcoal-barbecued chicken).
Girl's Night Out offers special lessons for women on Wednesday nights.
Offering snowmobiling, cross-country skiing, tennis courts, speedboats, water-skiing and fishing, couples will never run out of things to do.
Engage in water sports, dine at on-site restaurants or work out at the health club.
Eat off the main full menu, or for lunch, check out the $10 menu featuring soup and salad or barbecue ribs, sausage and chicken.
For those on the run Bender's offers take out service as well.
Bella Brava also offers two full bars, a dog-friendly outdoor dining area, and a romantic balcony for special evenings out.
No matter what your taste, be sure to check out some of these great Italian restaurants and pizzerias in Clearwater, Florida.
Once you've engaged in enough activity for the day, check out one of the Bedford restaurants to satiate your voracious appetite.
Learning new culinary techniques and cooking your own food allows you to turn a simple dinner out into an event that will stay with you for years to come.
Not only is their beer and wine selection extensive, but they also provide take out service and a children's menu.
Check out the fried cheese and fruit appetizer or the pasta with prosciutto and peas in cream sauce entree.
When you find yourself out and about enjoying the sights in New Jersey, consider one of these cutting-edge restaurants that offer you an original dining experience.
Seafood specialties line the menu and you can pick your own lobster or crab right out of the tank.
Should you find yourself in the Milwaukee area over the Easter holiday, it may be a little late in the season for ice fishing, but you can always celebrate the holiday by going out for brunch.
Be sure to contact Kobe to check its hours before venturing out as it closes between lunch and dinner each day.
The name means "wine cellar" in Portugal, and this motif is carried out in the decor's vineyard accents.
Order from the take out menu, grab a single slice at the counter or unwind in the dining area after walking along the Board and Green Old Mail Trail.
If you're hankering for a steak but don't want to miss out on the renowned seafood from local waters, Grilled Wild Sea Scallops can be added to any entrée.
If your tastes run toward the exotic, be sure to check out the menu's back pages for the specialties.
If you should find yourself starving in Seattle after a day of outdoor activities and you're craving Chinese, check out this list of top picks from the University of Washington's Chinese Student Association.
Fettucini alfredo stands out from the rest of the menu, with a homemade cheese and cream sauce topping fresh fettucini.
Steakhouses in Michigan are places to consider for a good meal after a day out on the water or hiking trails around the state.
Choices like pan-seared Mahi Mahi tacos with fresh mango salsa have been pointed out as tasty, health-conscious menu options by "Austin Fit" magazine.
The restaurant uses fresh cheese and has a wide selection of toppings, and the casual eatery does offer take out options.
After exploring the area, check out one of the local restaurants for some tasty treats.
Nina maintains a look straight out of the 1800's and exemplary food service.
Visitors can hike along state park trails, enjoy water sports or try out their swings at many scenic golf courses.
Dine in or carry out traditional and specialty pizzas, calzones, sandwiches and salads.
To round out the menu, there are also hot hero sandwiches and burgers on offer.
Sit back, and watch the cooks throw pizzas in and out of the brick oven.
The town offers great dining options to refuel travelers, so check out an Italian restaurant and unwind with a glass of wine and an authentic feast.
Vescio's Originalé is a perfect place for a hearty Italian meal after a day out on one of Minneapolis' many bike tracks.
This is a convenient place to visit to stock up on sweets to tuck into your pack before you head out for the mountains.
A popular tourist spot, you can often see a line winding out of the restaurant and around Ghirardelli Square.
S. 40Winter Park, CO 80482(970) 726-1374skitownrestaurants.com/winter-park/restaurant.php?rid=228 New Hong Kong Dine in or take out for lunch and dinner daily at the New Hong Kong, which offers a large menu with many vegetarian options.
While you're there, try out the Tandoori Mix Kalian, an assorted platter of different tandoori kebabs, Saffron rice (rice cooked with a dash saffron and Indian spices) or experience one of their delectable biryanis.
Leona's Restaurant (Hyde Park)1236 E 53rd StChicago, IL 60615(773) 363-2600leonas.com La Gondola Italian Restaurant La Gondola is a great restaurant to go to for a romantic evening out with your spouse or with close friends.
And if you are feeling tuckered out after an especially taxing day, they will gladly deliver.
Guests can try out kitchen A Bistro for lunch, dinner or dessert.
You do not have to change out of your hiking clothes to have a meal here.
You'll get out of here for $10 or less, so you're not here for the decor, highly attentive service, or sophisticated preparation.
You'll drop between $9-15 a person here, so come with a group, relax, and just hang out.
Rounding out the menu are the fabulous side dishes: potato pancakes, dumplings, spaetzle, red cabbage, and German potato salad.
SKOB's flatbread pizzas are a must try and don't miss out on a grouper or mahi sandwich.
With its proximity to Seminole State Forest, Wekiwa Springs State Park and Lake Monroe, Deltona, Florida is extremely popular with out of state and local outdoor enthusiasts.
When you're ready to get something to eat, check out some of the local Italian eateries in Horseheads.
Drive 10 minutes out of town to reach either Allamuchy Mountain Park or Bud Lake.
Vincent's prices are reasonable and with pizza and calzones rounding out the offerings, there's something for everyone here.
During warm weather, the owners put picnic tables behind the restaurant, so diners can look out over the Peconic River.
Featuring the area's finest piano bar, take out and offering a full catering and special event service, Polpo truly has become a Greenwich institution.
Though it's like your typical take out pizza place, you can certainly sit in and eat.
In the western region you can hike through the spectacular rock formations in the Badlands at Toadstool Geologic Park or check out the 100 miles of shoreline at Lake McConaughy.
So while you are there, try out an exclusive beer from its taps.
If you're too tired to go out after a day on the town, Fultano's makes deliveries after 5 p.m.
And with McMenamins wine selection and signature line of microbrew beers, you'll find a smile on your face, whether you spent all day in or out of the sand.
While also featuring Italian dishes to round out a complete European menu, Twenty Seven is known for its French selection like authentic Saumon a la orange and the satisfying Boeuf a Minute.
Their dumplings make a good side order, and a sugary or creamy beverage rounds it out nicely.
You eat it as fast as possible, and before you know it, you're out the door.
Lines of waiting diners regularly go out the front and back doors, winding past carving stations, where chefs slice large slabs of roast beef, the restaurant's specialty.
Cup & Saucer Café After 20 years of being in service, this local favorite still serves out sustainable and healthy food and supports alternative energy.
Japanese restaurants in Chicago are spread out between downtown and the north side of the city.
The Dish boasts huge breakfast portions and a bottomless cup of coffee that is perfect after a night out on the town.
If you're looking for a little south of the border taste right here in the Philadelphia area, check out Tortilla Press.
After working out at LA Fitness, take the escalator up to Whole Foods Market for soups, salads, sandwiches, pizza and free Wi-Fi.
Whether you've been out for a leisurely stroll or finished a workout at a local health club, you'll be able to find something to eat in the South Loop area.
Its homey atmosphere, intimate ambience, natural wood decor, breathtaking views and homemade food makes it a perfect special night out restaurant.
While you're in the neighborhood, check out Cherry Creek Lake by driving south on Highway 225.
Whether sitting inside, out on the patio or by the fire pit, you're treated to unending views of the Texas countryside and Lake Travis.
Check out Courtyard Grille, which features a "6 under $6" menu.
It even takes the care to set out toys and games for kids to keep busy with.
When it comes to gluten- and wheat-free eating, no one is left out in the rain.
While visiting Illinois, check out a fondue restaurant, with one representing every area of Illinois.
If you are looking for outdoor recreation in Illinois, check out their eagle watching tours, rock formations, forests, lakes and bluffs.
If you're in the mood for beef, check out one of the numerous steak restaurants in Lawrenceville, Georgia.
Nick's Pizza108-26 Ascan AvenueForest Hills, NY 11375(718) 263-1126 Just Like Mother's If you're going out for breakfast on a weekend, make a stop at Just Like Mother's.
The sit-down restaurant has managed to create a culinary treat out of a staple food in the city.
If you're craving fiery and exotic Asian flavors, check out one of these Vietnamese restaurants in Tampa, Fla.
Located in a converted farmhouse, Goodfellas draws a strong local gathering who come to try out the huge selection of beer.
It's a fun place to hang out, with a friendly staff, TVs (usually turned to the sports channels) and a large collection of sports memorabilia, including several French Lick native Larry Bird items.
If you can't, be sure to check out one of Bethel's local Italian joints.
You can eat in or take out items ranging from traditional pies like Neopolitan and Sicilian to calzones, chicken dishes, baked ziti, chicken wings and salads.
This restaurant has a very casual environment, and guests can be comfortable showing up in their beach clothes after a day of hanging out by the ocean.
But if you're willing to venture out to a nearby town or take the train into Philadelphia, your Indian food options will increase.
If you are traveling to Lexington, Ky., for a horse race, the Kentucky Wine & Vine Festival or the Festival of the Bluegrass, you will want to spend a little extra time checking out the local cuisine.
This is the perfect place if you want to sit on the patio and watch the local sailing enthusiasts head out to sea or just sit and twiddle away a Sunday morning while drinking champagne.
Wear shorts if you'd like, and dine in or take out.
Go hiking at the Helmer Nature Center Trails, or check out the beauty of the Irondequoit Pier.
Weekend brunches at Janice-A-Bistro are simply "out of this world" and feature fluffy eggs, multigrain breads, down-home bacon and fresh fruit.
But for those of us who may like to get out of the city setting occasionally and get a bite to eat in a quieter, tree-lined atmosphere, Westchester can offer a smorgasbord of tasty and high-quality delights.
If your travels take you to Washington County, be sure to check out some of its premier steak houses.
Eat out in style as you tour around this great city.
Check out the all time favorite pizza from Big Cheese Pizza and Hamburger from Wimpy's Inn.
Jackson, MS 39215(601) 982-0890 Maharaja Indian Cusine Spend the day on a boat out by Lake Sardis, or enjoy the social gathering at the Grove during an Ole Miss football game.
After hitting up some of the city's sites, check out a sampling of the many Dominican restaurants in Newark for a taste of the islands.
When you wind down from your day of adventure, check out one of the amazing Cajun restaurants in town.
And when you're ready for a bite to eat, check out one of these local dining hot spots.
For those guests who are worn out from their action-packed day, Vona's will even deliver.
After a long day of outdoor activity, it can be fun to dress up at night and head out to a romantic restaurant.
There is a kid's menu, and you can choose to dine in or carry out.
Try the daily special for the best food in the house and don't forget to check out the monthly local art exhibition.
After a long day of having fun, change out of your sweaty clothes and into something clean and casual.
Local dining options reflect this diversity, ranging from standard chain fare to historical taverns that bring out the region's unique identity.
Chicken sandwiches and fried foods round out the menu.
The extensive online wine list is interactive, with each wine's name clickable to find out more about that wine.
Sandwiches, chicken fried steak and salads round out the lunch menu.
Salads, soup and appetizers (such as frog legs and escargot) round out the menu.
Check out Warwick Town Park and play its 18-hole disc golf course, soccer fields and baseball diamonds.
In addition to Little Italy, a charming area with authentic trattorias, groceries and shops, San Diego also has other Italian restaurants that are worth seeking out.
Independent coffee shops, restaurants and bars form row after row in the city streets, and luckily visitors and residents of Portland alike love to dine out.
Eating out in Portland with kids in tow can be a wonderful way to experience the city if you know where to go.
Squirmy and bored children can make it difficult to dine out while exploring Boston's historic neighborhoods.
Sandwiches, soups and salads round out the menu, offering any guest a choice of Italian cuisine.
Burgers, sandwiches, pizzas and pasta round out the menu.
After a blight all but wiped out successive crops in the early 1900's, the local economy turned to dairy farming, but Milford has never forgotten its role in the glory days of the hop industry.
If you're heading out for a day of hiking in the area, get started here.
The soups are homemade, and the bread is right out of the oven, and all dinners include the salad bar.
Phuket Visitors and locals alike rave about this tiny restaurant that draws lines out the door nearly every evening.
The menu features traditional Italian items such as the Fettuccine Abruzzese, as well as modern dishes that are often created out of local seafood items such as the Jumbo Lump Crab Cakes.
And if you hiked and biked your heart out earlier, indulge in a decadent New York cheesecake slice, crème brulee, or a chocolate lava cake.
But, if you're craving exotic Asian flavors, check out these top Thai restaurants in South Portland.
Pepe's now has several branches, but the original is a "must see" with it's cavernous coal ovens and pizza chefs working out in the open.
Carolina Beach, NC 28428 (910) 458-7380pleasureislandoysterbar.com Big Daddy's Restaurant Drive South on Lake Park Blvd. out of Carolina Beach and Big Daddy's will be on the right.
The restaurant also has spectacular views, as diners can see the Golden Gate Bridge and the San Francisco Marina from out of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Abyssinia Restaurant Complete with a full bar, Abyssinia is the perfect place to have a night out.
Consistently churning out large, tasty and inexpensive portions like apple-stuffed French Toast (and because they know how to cook an egg),
it remains a popular destination for the "real diner" experience.
As you and your date dine on exotic fare, you can take time out from staring deep into one another's eyes to enjoy the gorgeous Hill Country scenery.
The buffet changes daily, and they'll pack you a lunch to go for only $5.95, ideal for a quick, easy option as you're heading out to the mountains.
Enjoy the twenty four hour pizzeria, and activities that are offered through out the entire evening and daytime.
Centro The classic Italian restaurant offers indoor dining, an outdoor patio, and a take out service.
The deli counter offers take out and guests of The Atheneum can charge meals to their room.
Check Comerica Park, where you can watch a Tigers game or take your children to the mini amusement park, or check out the beach and golf course at Belle Isle.
Gala Manor If you are looking for fresh dim sum, you should check out the Gala Manor.
The hibachi chefs put on a great show which can be a good table to stake out if you have a group with you.
So what if you're on the Pacific coast and you can see dolphins jumping and seals sunning out your hotel window.
Although much of the Greek-American population has spread out among the city, the culture has remained through restaurants, museums as well as an annual parade.
In a very casual and relaxed setting where you have the option of sitting at a table or taking out your food, Gaby's is a great choice whether stopping by prior to your activity-filled day or after your exploring is finished.
Romantic Spots For a night out with that special someone, try Aria at 490 E.
Most Popular Check out a star on the Atlanta food scene.
Check out some of these top-rated restaurants for a great meal for any occasion.
Pure Food and Wine54 Irving PlaceNew York, NY 10003(212) 477-1010http://www.oneluckyduck.com/ Pastis Crawl out of bed on a sleepy Sunday and head to Pastis for brunch.
Restaurants practically pop out of the ground in New York City and choosing the best restaurants, though in the end a matter of personal taste, is great fun for the diner.
Check out the one on Long Wharf for waterside dining after a Boston harbor walk and visit to the New England Aquarium.
The small and elegant restaurant is perfect for a special night out or a romantic evening.
Chicago, IL 60607 (312) 829-2828www.miafrancesca.com/restaurants/taylor/ Anteprima This charming restaurant stands out for its attractive ambiance and décor.
The San Francisco Chronicle raves that chef Kamio "...miraculously blends all these elements---fine dining, artistic preparations and live music." Check out the online calendar for upcoming performers, too.
Those who enjoy an active lifestyle that includes camping, hiking, water sports and biking will find eating out at these upscale steak restaurants when in Chicago a culinary adventure worth trying.
When visiting Chicago with all the many exciting outdoor activities to participate in, enjoying a delicious steak dinner out is part of the fun.
Make a reservation, shower and change out of your hiking shorts before taking a seat either indoors or outdoors along the sidewalk.
As in any big city though, many of these restaurants serve up-scale clientele so change out of your hiking boots or dusty biking shorts before heading out to enjoy a meal.
As in any big city though, many of these restaurants serve up-scale clientele so change out of your hiking boots or dusty biking shorts before heading out to enjoy a meal.
Check out the online calendar for upcoming performers, too.
The tasty steaks and great wine selection make it a top choice for a night out on the town.
Chicago has many fine restaurants, but a few stand out from the rest.
Time Out New York rated Scarpetta "Best New Italian Restaurant 2009." Scarpetta355 West 14th St.
The restaurant seats 300, and the atmosphere can be chaotic--expect to wait 45 minutes at lunchtime or the peak dinner hour, and keep your feet out of the way of the dim sum carts.
The lunch special covers you until your broth runs out.
Check out the fried calamari, available in sweet, medium, or hot.
Check out the bingo, karaoke, or trivia nights, or bring your laptop and catch up on email using the free WiFi connection.
Jimmy Geez Sports Bar & Grill With $1 mugs of domestic beer every weekday, Jimmy Geez is a great place to kick back and relax without thinning out your wallet.
Spending a long day with your pole in the water and rowing your canoe around is bound to make you hungry, so why not check out some of the top restaurants in Haledon.
Frascati is up on steep Russian Hill, just above North beach, but is right on the cable car line, making it perfect for a super romantic San Francisco evening out on the town.
Known by San Francisco natives for its seafood pastas and Frank Sinatra paraphernalia as well as the line out the door, Sodini's tops the list for best Italian restaurants in San Francisco.
The Alaskan Salmon is a noteworthy dish that will satisfy any palate, while the breads, side dishes, salads and desserts round out the meal.
The oysters, shrimp, swordfish, crab cakes and calamari round out a diverse menu that also includes beef and poultry dishes.4331 Ravenswood Rd.
The cafe, located in the Luce Pavilion Complex, looks out on flowering gardens highlighted by sculptures and a waterfall.
Johnnie's Restaurant6056 Harding Highway # 40Mays Landing, New Jersey(609) 625-2000 eatatjohnnies.com Simply Fondue Simply Fondue is a restaurant and martini bar, a good place to come for an evening out.
It is a good place to get an early breakfast before setting out or for a quick lunch break in between activities.
The 3 fireplaces make for a nice relaxing environment after a day out hiking.
Rick branched out with his father after Pat's King of Steaks was handed down to Harry's grandson, Frank Jr.
There are a number of activities you can enjoy on days out with the family.
When they say authentic, they mean it, so expect a dining experience straight out of Northern Italy.
The cafe is also a garden landscaping design business where folks can go to seek out assistance, planning and development of their properties.
Back Bay Bistro1131 Back Bay DriveNewport Beach, California 92660(949) 729-1144backbaybistronewportbeach.com Madison Square & Garden Café This pet-friendly cafe lets you bring your dogs out for a quaint breakfast or lunch in the garden.
For heartier fare, check out Cocoa Bean for lunch or brunch, and enjoy their offerings of quiche, soup and panini, and don't forget to top off the meal with a chocolate treat.
Cocoa Bean, on 7th Street, offers outstanding croissants and other pastries, both for take out and eating in.
If you're planning a vacation to Boston, check out its world-class restaurants while you're there.
The best way to start any day spent outdoors is to get out early and have a hearty breakfast, and Mesa is well-supplied with restaurants to meet that need.
Also check out WaterCourse Bakery, which serves vegetarian, vegan and wheat-free items.
Eating out does not have to be synonymous with unhealthy food.
But it's wise to get tickets early, as every home game since May 15, 2003, has allegedly sold out.
Additionally, a short drive or even a short walk to the beach is rarely out of the question when visiting restaurants in the South Bay.
The restaurants are spread out so that there is one close by some popular areas of Chicago.
It is both scenic and in just the right place for a lunch stop on the way into the Eastern Shore, or a dinner stop on the way out.
The menu is based on shellfish, with a few fresh fish, meat and chicken entrees to round it out.
Sacramento, CA 95814(916) 443-7585 The Kitchen Restaurant For the ultimate in high-class---and fun---dining, try out The Kitchen Restaurant.
This makes going out for shellfish or grilled catch of the day a great way to wind down a demanding day spent exploring the Georgia backwaters or on the local beaches.
The Southern/Creole-inspired cuisine offers familiar favorites in a laid-back environment that's perfect for an evening for two or a night out with the kids.
The lobby looks like something out of the roaring twenties: there are ornate ceilings, brass chandeliers and a gas fireplace.
Kyojin allows guests to choose sides like squid tempura, egg cakes and age tofu to round out their dinners.
Anaheim Hills, California 92807(714) 777-5710 www.cafishgrill.com Fine Dining Sore feet, aching back and a ravenous appetite are the best recipe for going out and relaxing at a top-of-the-line restaurant.
Try out entrees such as fish tacos, shrimp wraps, charbroiled white fish and crab salad.
Near the Anaheim Hills Trail-Serrano Avenue Loop, get some fantastic protein before heading out on the trails.
Check out Cafe Casse Croute for a French take on breakfast. 656 S.
Find out more about great places to reflect on your day and get you prepared for more outdoor adventure.
Get out and active at the beach, wander the park, then stop off for a convenient meal.
Pooja roasts and grinds its own spices to bring out the delicate flavor combinations which make Indian food some of the most rich and complex food in the world.
Visit this restaurant as part of a luxurious night out in Omaha.12129 W Ctr Rd Ste 121Omaha, NE 68144-3955(402) 697-5107
Watch the waves crashing into the rocky shore, ships coming in and out of the harbor and get an up-close look at Cape Elizabeth's lighthouses.
San Antonio, Texas, has a number of interesting attractions, both indoors and out.
From the chain's multiple snack wraps, including a low-calorie grilled chicken option--to its salads, french fry-free and soda-free Happy Meals and chicken sandwiches, McDonald's is certainly a viable option for eating out and eating healthy.
Panera Bread With almost 1,300 locations spread out across the United States, Panera Bread certainly qualifies as a chain restaurant--and it offers a wide variety of healthy eating options.
Or, bring your teenager to Lone Sand Beach where he or she can scope out the other teens on the beach.
If you happen to be taking a boat ride leaving from Aloha Tower Pier, consider going a little out of your way to this local gem.
If you're famished after a day out on the water, consider getting some local Hawaiian cuisine.
Gluten free eating will cut out most breads and processed items.
Vegetarian and vegan options will cut out much of the animal fat and cholesterol from your dinner.
Grocery stores offer fresh deli items to go and a number of fresh sides, such as fruit and vegetables that can round out a meal.
Locally owned and operated, Veg n' Out believes its flavorful dishes will satisfy even the most die-hard carnivores.
San Diego, CA 92109-2717(858) 272-8400isabelscantina.com Veg n' Out Veg n' Out is tucked in the friendly and hip neighborhood of North Park.
San Diego, CA 92109-2717(858) 272-8400isabelscantina.com Veg n' Out Veg n' Out is tucked in the friendly and hip neighborhood of North Park.
Resources Eating Tips for Dining Out Indian Food Replacement Chart
Matar pulao is also a great medium for trying out some of the basic Indian sauces, particularly yogurt and mint sauce.
Since whole wheat packs more nutrients and fills you up better than white flour, you won't feel as if you are missing out with the smaller servings.
Stop by Du Vin for lunch, happy hour, dinner or, if you're out after 10 p.m., their late night menu.
There is no lodge at the park; the only accommodations are camping out.
Maine is a place that spoils vacationers with many choices, but a few stand out among the crowd.
If you aren't totally stuffed after a plate of chicken and waffles, then check out the amazing dessert cobbler.
A good idea is to either take a guide into the field when trying to identify snakes, or to memorize the details of a few species that are of interest before setting out.
Look for bail-out spots, where you can exit the fastest water and pull out to safety if you get into trouble.
He reached out with one arm and drew her toward him.
No more searching for frozen half-tires in the snow and stomping the water out of them.
He picked up the newspaper she had set out for him and started to read.
Out playing with Dawn.
He watched absently as she shrugged out of her blouse.
His gaze traveled over her as she climbed out of her jeans.
He actually flat-out stated it.
We're going out for breakfast.
A wide porch stretched the length of the building, and above it were two balconies with black wrought iron banisters that curved out gracefully.
The men cheered as he turned the horse and rode it out of the corral.
Yeah, out by the corral.
From there the horse dashed in and out of the poles and came to a stop on his haunches.
Of course, she knew Alex well enough now to know he didn't like people to hand out information about him.
He stood and walked over to the window, staring out it absently.
I don't want to put the girls out of a home.
The Wizard reached out, caught the wee creature in his hand, and holding its head between one thumb and finger and its tail between the other thumb and finger he pulled it apart, each of the two parts becoming a whole and separate piglet in an instant.
Jump out and fight?
"I'll use the king," said the boy, and pulled his prisoner out of the buggy.
The storm has blown two of the little ones out of the nest.
"Well, then," said the teacher, "you may take your slate and go out behind the schoolhouse for half an hour.
After that, whenever the children were hungry, they cried out, "Becos! becos! becos!" till the shepherd gave them something to eat.
Then one of the officers, who was sitting near the poet, cried out: Stop!
These soldiers guarded the streets of the town; they would not let any one go out or come in without their leave.
I include them to point out that history is discontinuous.
History is full of radical breaks with the past that only seem to have come out of nowhere but were, in fact, predictable.
When new technology comes out, we generally understand it in terms of what it displaces.
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.
At least a hundred million websites are out there.
It turns out we all have a desire to be artists or philosophers or singers or photographers or commentators or reviewers.
In fact, it's likelier that kids of that day were forbidden by proper parents from hanging out at the Globe Theater.
A few impressions stand out vividly from the first years of my life; but "the shadows of the prison-house are on the rest."
When the Civil War broke out, he fought on the side of the South and became a brigadier-general.
At six months I could pipe out "How d'ye," and one day I attracted every one's attention by saying "Tea, tea, tea" quite plainly.
I knew by the way my mother and aunt dressed when they were going out, and I invariably begged to go with them.
The guinea-fowl likes to hide her nest in out-of-the-way places, and it was one of my greatest delights to hunt for the eggs in the long grass.
One was black as ebony, with little bunches of fuzzy hair tied with shoestrings sticking out all over her head like corkscrews.
About this time I found out the use of a key.
"What!" exclaimed the Indian as he went out the gate, "do you mean to starve us?"
I have seen Penobscot Indians, in this town, living in tents of thin cotton cloth, while the snow was nearly a foot deep around them, and I thought that they would be glad to have it deeper to keep out the wind.
A comfortable house for a rude and hardy race, that lived mostly out of doors, was once made here almost entirely of such materials as Nature furnished ready to their hands.
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.
You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools.
And she spread out her arms to show her short-waisted, lace-trimmed, dainty gray dress, girdled with a broad ribbon just below the breast.
Prince Andrew had gone out into the hall, and, turning his shoulders to the footman who was helping him on with his cloak, listened indifferently to his wife's chatter with Prince Hippolyte who had also come into the hall.
The naval officer spoke in a particularly sonorous, musical, and aristocratic baritone voice, pleasantly swallowing his r's and generally slurring his consonants: the voice of a man calling out to his servant, Heah!
When Pierre saw the Emperor he was coming out accompanied by two merchants, one of whom Pierre knew, a fat otkupshchik.
Barclay donned his sash and came out to meet and report to his senior officer Bagration.
In this letter Prince Andrew pointed out to his father the danger of staying at Bald Hills, so near the theater of war and on the army's direct line of march, and advised him to move to Moscow.
Alpatych moved forward and next time the official came out addressed him, one hand placed in the breast of his buttoned coat, and handed him two letters.
Eager, frightened, helpless glances were turned on Alpatych when he came out of the Governor's room.
What did you really think when you found out Alex was a Mexican?
"Yes, go and find out!" shouted the angry gentleman.