Read books that are true.
He lifted the paper and started to read again.
I read about it.
Does your Mom know you read her letter?
Don't you ever read the Bible?
Nearly four hundred years after his death, Shakespeare's works are read and studied around the globe.
I read the whole account online.
Pierre was always astonished at Prince Andrew's calm manner of treating everybody, his extraordinary memory, his extensive reading (he had read everything, knew everything, and had an opinion about everything), but above all at his capacity for work and study.
You're welcome to read anything in the house.
It read 6:23AM.
He opened the envelope and read the note, his lips thinning down almost to nonexistence.
Mary was still out, so she sat down and read the pamphlet.
Betsy read a notice on the Internet a day later that the culprit was beaten and in serious condition, after allegedly resisting arrest.
Do not read bad books, they will make you bad.
One time she was crying so when she went to the bathroom, I read it.
I read in my books every day.
When left alone at last he opened and read his wife's letter.
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.
Now, Brother Felix says I can read almost as well as he.
In the French course I read some of the works of Corneille, Moliere, Racine, Alfred de Musset and Sainte-Beuve, and in the German those of Goethe and Schiller.
Did you read any that looked promising?
Entering the drawing room, where the princesses spent most of their time, he greeted the ladies, two of whom were sitting at embroidery frames while a third read aloud.
Many of his poems are still read and loved by children as well as by grown up men and women.
"Read, and you will know," said his mother.
Read about things that are beautiful and good.
We read about it in vivid detail, from around the year 900, in the writings of the Persian physician Muhammad ibn Zakariya al-Razi.
Read on to see how that momentum has built over time, and continues to build.
Mass communication means we no longer read a number like "a million dead"—we actually see them, see pictures of them.
I managed, however, to read "Le Medecin Malgre Lui" again.
Three of us sat around the table while Quinn continued to read in a corner rocker.
I'm sure he could read the frustration in my voice.
If my reasoning stopped there, you would probably start fishing around for the receipt for this book and read up on your bookseller's return policy.
The libraries that existed, such as the one at Alexandria, contained reading rooms because when you read a book, you read it aloud.
It was during my first visit to Boston that I really began to read in good earnest.
Teacher told me about kind gentleman I shall be glad to read pretty story I do read stories in my book about tigers and lions and sheep.
Betsy read it aloud.
From what I read between the lines, the stepfather has no use for Howie, so Howie's presence isn't giving him any comfort.
Was it because all the stupid clones out there who read this trash lack the brains to come close to finding her?
Edward could spell nearly all the words in his primer, and he could read quite well.
Today you may stand up before the school and read what you have written about the turnip.
Perhaps you would like to read those funny verses.
The mother sat down in the shade of a tree and began to read in a new book which she had bought the day before.
Read, and you will know, my child.
Of course, if you wanted to print it out and read it, the stack of paper would be many miles high.
He had died by the time I read that passage in one of his books, so I couldn't write him, as is my normal practice when an author's words puzzle me.
I remember the surprise and the pain I felt as I noticed that they placed their hands over mine when I talked to them and that they read books with their fingers.
I had read many books before, but never from a critical point of view.
Before the end of the first year I read "Wilhelm Tell" with the greatest delight.
I could not read her lips easily; so my progress was much slower than in German.
Mr. Gilman sat beside me and read the paper through first, then sentence by sentence, while I repeated the words aloud, to make sure that I understood him perfectly.
In the finals, no one read my work over to me, and in the preliminaries I offered subjects with some of which I was in a measure familiar before my work in the Cambridge school; for at the beginning of the year I had passed examinations in English, History, French and German, which Mr. Gilman gave me from previous Harvard papers.
The college authorities did not allow Miss Sullivan to read the examination papers to me; so Mr. Eugene C. Vining, one of the instructors at the Perkins Institution for the Blind, was employed to copy the papers for me in American braille.
Indeed, I am not sure now that I read all the signs correctly.
It is impossible, I think, to read in one day four or five different books in different languages and treating of widely different subjects, and not lose sight of the very ends for which one reads.
I read my first connected story in May, 1887, when I was seven years old, and from that day to this I have devoured everything in the shape of a printed page that has come within the reach of my hungry finger tips.
I think that was all; but I read them over and over, until the words were so worn and pressed I could scarcely make them out.
The name of the story was "Little Lord Fauntleroy," and she promised to read it to me the following summer.
Before we began the story Miss Sullivan explained to me the things that she knew I should not understand, and as we read on she explained the unfamiliar words.
I read them in the intervals between study and play with an ever-deepening sense of pleasure.
Later I read the book again in French, and I found that, in spite of the vivid word-pictures, and the wonderful mastery of language, I liked it no better.
I do like to read in my book. you do love me.
And I am sure that I never read any memorable news in a newspaper.
If we read of one man robbed, or murdered, or killed by accident, or one house burned, or one vessel wrecked, or one steamboat blown up, or one cow run over on the Western Railroad, or one mad dog killed, or one lot of grasshoppers in the winter--we never need read of another.
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.
He read, and read everything that came to hand.
I can read him like a book.
She rubbed her eyes and tilted her watch crystal around until the light reflected enough to read the dial.
After a solid hour of the child crying, I wondered if the mother read about the abandoned child, perhaps with a fleeting hint of sympathy.
By some means, however, he learned to read; and after that he loved nothing so much as a good book.
"I will give it to the one who first learns to read in it" she answered.
Then he began with the first word on the first page and read the first story aloud without making one mistake.
Read in order to become wise.
Many boys and indeed many girls have read his story.
From these relics I learned more about the progress of man than I have heard or read since.
I read the histories of Greece, Rome and the United States.
Mr. Irons also read with me Tennyson's "In Memoriam."
We read together, "As You Like It," Burke's "Speech on Conciliation with America," and Macaulay's "Life of Samuel Johnson."
And read I did, whether I understood one word in ten or two words on a page.
I read La Fontaine's "Fables" first in an English translation, and enjoyed them only after a half-hearted fashion.
I was familiar with the story of Troy before I read it in the original, and consequently I had little difficulty in making the Greek words surrender their treasures after I had passed the borderland of grammar.
I read it as much as possible without the help of notes or dictionary, and I always like to translate the episodes that please me especially.
I began to read the Bible long before I could understand it.
Still there is much in the Bible against which every instinct of my being rebels, so much that I regret the necessity which has compelled me to read it through from beginning to end.
But, with all my love for Shakespeare, it is often weary work to read all the meanings into his lines which critics and commentators have given them.
Of all the French writers that I have read, I like Moliere and Racine best.
Of course the little ones cannot spell on their fingers; but I manage to read their lips.
I had often read the story, but I had never felt the charm of Rip's slow, quaint, kind ways as I did in the play.
Since Bishop Brooks died I have read the Bible through; also some philosophical works on religion, among them Swedenborg's "Heaven and Hell" and Drummond's "Ascent of Man," and I have found no creed or system more soul-satisfying than Bishop Brooks's creed of love.
He had a book of his poems in raised print from which I read "In School Days."
Then I asked many questions about the poem, and read his answers by placing my fingers on his lips.
One does not need to read "A Boy I Knew" to understand him--the most generous, sweet-natured boy I ever knew, a good friend in all sorts of weather, who traces the footprints of love in the life of dogs as well as in that of his fellowmen.
I read from Mark Twain's lips one or two of his good stories.
I and teacher did go to church sunday mr. lane did read in book and talk Lady did play organ.
I can read stories in my book.
I do read stories in my book about lions and tigers and bears.
I read pretty stories in the book you sent me, about Charles and his boat, and Arthur and his dream, and Rosa and the sheep.
Yesterday I read "In School Days" and "My Playmate," and I enjoyed them greatly.
I have already read Sara Crewe.
I have read that the English and Americans are cousins; but I am sure it would be much truer to say that we are brothers and sisters.
My friends have told me about your great and magnificent city, and I have read a great deal that wise Englishmen have written.
I have begun to read "Enoch Arden," and I know several of the great poet's poems by heart.
But when I read "Spring Has Come," lo!
I used to think, when I read in my books about your great city, that when I visited it the people would be strangers to me, but now I feel differently.
When I came home teacher read to me "The School-boy," for it is not in our print.
The reports which you have read in the paper about me are not true at all.
I did not like to trouble them while I was trying to get money for poor little Tommy, for of course it was more important that he should be educated than that my people should have books to read. 4.
I have lately read "Wilhelm Tell" by Schiller, and "The Lost Vestal."...
Teacher has read me his lively stories about his boyhood, and I enjoyed them greatly.
Have you read the beautiful poem, "Waiting"?
I read her lips almost exclusively, (she does not know the manual alphabet) and we get on quite well.
I have read "Le Medecin Malgre Lui," a very good French comedy by Moliere, with pleasure; and they say I speak French pretty well now, and German also.
Of course you have read about the "Gordon Memorial College," which the English people are to erect at Khartoum.
No one can have read Miss Keller's autobiography without feeling that she writes unusually fine English.
The reason why she read to her pupil so many good books is due, in some measure, to the fact that she had so recently recovered her eyesight.
After the first year or so of elementary work she met her pupil on equal terms, and they read and enjoyed good books together.
I inquired of her where she had read this; she did not remember having read it, did not seem to know that she had learned it.
In a letter to a friend at the Perkins Institution, dated May 17, 1889, she gives a reproduction from one of Hans Christian Andersen's stories, which I had read to her not long before.
The original story was read to her from a copy of "Andersen's Stories," published by Leavitt & Allen Bros., and may be found on p. 97 of Part I. in that volume.
Princess Mary read it.
Now I'll read it.
He had read only a few lines when he turned pale and his eyes opened wide with fear and joy.
Carmen read to her from a book for a few minutes until she fell asleep and then turned the light off.
She read the words aloud and he snorted.
Once she had been unaware of his love, but now she had learned to read the signs.
There was a barber shop and I could see a calendar on the wall but I couldn't quite read it.
It read, 'Croft's Feed, Alder's Bridge, West Virginia!
I hoped he could read the tone of my voice.
Howie thanked her while I practically jumped over the counter to read over the distressed clerk's shoulder as his fingers plodded over the computer keys.
Incidentally, he supposedly came on the radar as a result of a tip from this man or woman everyone's read about; the so-called psychic tipster person.
He'd be able to read her mind and confirm she was indeed intent on destroying the gateway between the realms.
These birds were of enormous size, and reminded Zeb of the rocs he had read about in the Arabian Nights.
These poems were read and admired by many people.
In 1958, an American economist named Leonard Read wrote an essay called "I, Pencil," written from the pencil's point of view, about how no one on the planet knows how to make a pencil.
It is certain that I cannot always distinguish my own thoughts from those I read, because what I read becomes the very substance and texture of my mind.
I was just beginning to read Caesar's "Gallic War" when I went to my home in Alabama.
As I have said, I did not study regularly during the early years of my education; nor did I read according to rule.
During the next two years I read many books at my home and on my visits to Boston.
I cannot tell exactly when I began Lamb's "Tales from Shakespeare"; but I know that I read them at first with a child's understanding and a child's wonder.
I have since read Shakespeare's plays many times and know parts of them by heart, but I cannot tell which of them I like best.
I did read in my book about fox and box. fox can sit in the box.
Sometimes we sat in the hammock, and teacher read to me.
You could not read Braille; for it is written in dots, not at all like ordinary letters.
What an inexpressible joy it will be to read about Achilles, and Ulysses, and Andromache and Athene, and the rest of my old friends in their own glorious language!
They would not allow Teacher to read any of the papers to me; so the papers were copied for me in braille.
Consequently, I did not do so well as I should have done, if Teacher had been allowed to read the Algebra and Geometry to me.
The college authorities would not permit Miss Sullivan to read the examination papers to me; so Mr. Eugene C. Vining, one of the instructors at the Perkins Institution for the Blind, was employed to copy the papers for me in braille.
Dr. Greer read so slowly, that my teacher could tell me every word.
I have written to her that when Maud learns to read, I shall have many stories to send her.
TO MRS. LAURENCE HUTTON 14 Coolidge Avenue, Cambridge, December 27, 1900. ...So you read about our class luncheon in the papers?
To be able to read for one's self what is being willed, thought and done in the world--the world in whose joys and sorrows, failures and successes one feels the keenest interest--that would indeed be a happiness too deep for words.
TO DR. EDWARD EVERETT HALE [Read by Dr. Hale at the celebration of the centenary of Dr. Samuel Gridley Howe, at Tremont Temple, Boston, Nov. 11, 1901.] Cambridge, Nov. 10, 1901.
It is amusing to read in one of the magazines of 1895 that Miss Keller "has a just and intelligent appreciation of different composers from having literally felt their music, Schumann being her favourite."
If she knows the difference between Schumann and Beethoven, it is because she has read it, and if she has read it, she remembers it and can tell any one who asks her.
Miss Keller does not as a rule read very fast, but she reads deliberately, not so much because she feels the words less quickly than we see then, as because it is one of her habits of mind to do things thoroughly and well.
Yesterday I read to her the story of 'Macbeth,' as told by Charles and Mary Lamb.
She means everything so thoroughly that her very quotations, her echoes from what she has read, are in truth original.
Then it is amusing to read of the elaborate preparation I underwent to fit me for the great task my friends entrusted to me.
There grew up a mass of controversial matter which it is amusing to read now.
During this time she read Dr. Howe's reports.
If you want to, you may read it to my friends.
Helen is almost as eager to read as she is to talk.
I told her that the book wasn't afraid, and must sleep in its case, and that "girl" mustn't read in bed.
I read the letter at the supper-table, and Mrs. Keller exclaimed: "My, Miss Annie, Helen writes almost as well as that now!"
I took Helen and my Botany, "How Plants Grow," up in the tree, where we often go to read and study, and I told her in simple words the story of plantlife.
Afterward she tried to read it to Belle (the dog) and Mildred.
You have probably read, ere this, Helen's second letter to the little girls.
I now thought it time to teach her to read printed words.
She learned it gladly when she discovered that she could herself read what she had written; and this still affords her constant pleasure.
In order to answer her questions, I have been obliged to read a great deal about animals.
I do not think anyone can read, or talk for that matter, until he forgets words and sentences in the technical sense.
For weeks we did nothing but talk and read and tell each other stories about Christmas.
I said, "But Uncle Frank cannot read braille."
In a flash she answered, "I think Uncle Frank is much (too) old to read very small letters."
It is irksome because the process is so slow, and they cannot read what they have written or correct their mistakes.
I read in my book about large, fierce animals.
She said, "They read and talk loud to people to be good."
I read about birds.
I did read about cow and calf.
To show how quickly she perceives and associates ideas, I will give an instance which all who have read the book will be able to appreciate.
I said to her, "Tell me, when you have read the poem through, who you think the mother is."
After she had read "The Battlefield," by the same author, I asked her which verse she thought was the most beautiful.
In selecting books for Helen to read, I have never chosen them with reference to her deafness and blindness.
She always reads such books as seeing and hearing children of her age read and enjoy.
I remember distinctly when she first attempted to read a little story.
When she had read the words of the second sentence, I showed her that there really was a mouse in the box.
When she read, "Do not let the cat get the mouse!" she recognized the negation in the sentence, and seemed to know that the cat must not get the mouse.
She ran her fingers along the lines, finding the words she knew and guessing at the meaning of others, in a way that would convince the most conservative of educators that a little deaf child, if given the opportunity, will learn to read as easily and naturally as ordinary children.
May I read the book called the Bible?
Teach them to think and read and talk without self-repression, and they will write because they cannot help it.
"Oh, please read us the rest, even if we won't understand it," they pleaded, delighted with the rhythm, and the beauty which they felt, even though they could not have explained it.
It is not necessary that a child should understand every word in a book before he can read with pleasure and profit.
Children should be encouraged to read for the pure delight of it.
When at the age of fourteen she had had but a few lessons in German, she read over the words of "Wilhelm Tell" and managed to get the story.
The ability to read the lips helps Miss Keller in getting corrections of her pronunciation from Miss Sullivan and others, just as it was the means of her learning to speak at all, but it is rather an accomplishment than a necessity.
As we had never seen or heard of any such story as this before, we inquired of her where she read it; she replied, "I did not read it; it is my story for Mr. Anagnos's birthday."
As I had never read this story, or even heard of the book, I inquired of Helen if she knew anything about the matter, and found she did not.
I have now (March, 1892) read to Helen "The Frost Fairies," "The Rose Fairies," and a portion of "The Dew Fairies," but she is unable to throw any light on the matter.
I asked Helen what stories she had read about Jack Frost.
She could not remember that any one had ever read to her any stories about King Frost, but said she had talked with her teacher about Jack Frost and the wonderful things he did.
The only person that we supposed might possibly have read the story to Helen was her friend, Mrs. Hopkins, whom she was visiting at the time in Brewster.
I have scarcely any doubt that Miss Canby's little book was read to Helen, by Mrs. Hopkins, in the summer of 1888.
On Miss Sullivan's return to Brewster, she read to Helen the story of "Little Lord Fauntleroy," which she had purchased in Boston for the purpose.
In this case Helen Keller held almost intact in her mind, unmixed with other ideas, the words of a story which at the time it was read to her she did not fully understand.
The way to write good English is to read it and hear it.
Thus it is that any child may be taught to use correct English by not being allowed to read or hear any other kind.
In the early years of her education she had only good things to read; some were, indeed, trivial and not excellent in style, but not one was positively bad in manner or substance.
"Paradise Lost," she answered, and she read it on the train.
Stevenson, whom Miss Sullivan likes and used to read to her pupil, is another marked influence.
To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their tea.
I read one or two shallow books of travel in the intervals of my work, till that employment made me ashamed of myself, and I asked where it was then that I lived.
The student may read Homer or Ã†schylus in the Greek without danger of dissipation or luxuriousness, for it implies that he in some measure emulate their heroes, and consecrate morning hours to their pages.
To read well, that is, to read true books in a true spirit, is a noble exercise, and one that will task the reader more than any exercise which the customs of the day esteem.
Books must be read as deliberately and reservedly as they were written.
The crowds of men who merely spoke the Greek and Latin tongues in the Middle Ages were not entitled by the accident of birth to read the works of genius written in those languages; for these were not written in that Greek or Latin which they knew, but in the select language of literature.
What the Roman and Grecian multitude could not hear, after the lapse of ages a few scholars read, and a few scholars only are still reading it.
There are the stars, and they who can may read them.
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.
The best books are not read even by those who are called good readers.
There is in this town, with a very few exceptions, no taste for the best or for very good books even in English literature, whose words all can read and spell.
Or shall I hear the name of Plato and never read his book?
We are underbred and low-lived and illiterate; and in this respect I confess I do not make any very broad distinction between the illiterateness of my townsman who cannot read at all and the illiterateness of him who has learned to read only what is for children and feeble intellects.
Read your fate, see what is before you, and walk on into futurity.
I did not read books the first summer; I hoed beans.
There is no stopping to read the riot act, no firing over the heads of the mob, in this case.
He, too, has heard of Homer, and, "if it were not for books," would "not know what to do rainy days," though perhaps he has not read one wholly through for many rainy seasons.
Poor John Field!--I trust he does not read this, unless he will improve by it--thinking to live by some derivative old-country mode in this primitive new country--to catch perch with shiners.
Not long since I read his epitaph in the old Lincoln burying-ground, a little on one side, near the unmarked graves of some British grenadiers who fell in the retreat from Concord--where he is styled "Sippio Brister"--Scipio Africanus he had some title to be called--"a man of color," as if he were discolored.
I had read of the potter's clay and wheel in Scripture, but it had never occurred to me that the pots we use were not such as had come down unbroken from those days, or grown on trees like gourds somewhere, and I was pleased to hear that so fictile an art was ever practiced in my neighborhood.
Punishment and fear were not; nor were threatening words read On suspended brass; nor did the suppliant crowd fear The words of their judge; but were safe without an avenger.
Even in Calidas' drama of Sacontala, we read of "rills dyed yellow with the golden dust of the lotus."
We read that the traveller asked the boy if the swamp before him had a hard bottom.
Boris knew nothing about the Boulogne expedition; he did not read the papers and it was the first time he had heard Villeneuve's name.
I'll read the third!
"Read this if you like, Father," said the princess, blushing still more and holding out the letter.
Read the mystical book I am sending you; it has an enormous success here.
Let us rather read the Epistles and Gospels.
Here are some jottings for you to read when I am gone.
He took the dispatch which was addressed to him and began to read it with a mournful expression.
On their familiar faces he read agitation and alarm.
When he read that sentence, Pierre felt for the first time that some link which other people recognized had grown up between himself and Helene, and that thought both alarmed him, as if some obligation were being imposed on him which he could not fulfill, and pleased him as an entertaining supposition.
And again his handkerchief, and again: 'Sergey Kuzmich, From all sides,'... and tears, till at last somebody else was asked to read it.
Anna Pavlovna threatened him on behalf of "our dear Vyazmitinov," and in her eyes, which, for an instant, glanced at Pierre, Prince Vasili read a congratulation on his future son-in-law and on his daughter's happiness.
On receiving it, he ran on tiptoe to his study in alarm and haste, trying to escape notice, closed the door, and began to read the letter.
"You haven't read the letter?" asked Sonya.
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.
"Oh dear, what a beast I am!" muttered Rostov, as he read the letter.
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:
The third column marches... and so on, read Weyrother.
But the Austrian general, continuing to read, frowned angrily and jerked his elbows, as if to say: "You can tell me your views later, but now be so good as to look at the map and listen."
Langeron's objections were valid but it was obvious that their chief aim was to show General Weyrother--who had read his dispositions with as much self-confidence as if he were addressing school children--that he had to do, not with fools, but with men who could teach him something in military matters.
The fires and shouting in the enemy's army were occasioned by the fact that while Napoleon's proclamation was being read to the troops the Emperor himself rode round his bivouacs.
Well, I will read them, then!
Bagration seemed to say, and, fixing his weary eyes on the paper, began to read them with a fixed and serious expression.
One thing he continually realized as he read that book: the joy, hitherto unknown to him, of believing in the possibility of attaining perfection, and in the possibility of active brotherly love among men, which Joseph Alexeevich had revealed to him.
After that they took his right hand, placed it on something, and told him to hold a pair of compasses to his left breast with the other hand and to repeat after someone who read aloud an oath of fidelity to the laws of the Order.
"In our temples we recognize no other distinctions," read the Grand Master, "but those between virtue and vice.
All the Masons sat down in their places, and one of them read an exhortation on the necessity of humility.
But what was still stranger, though of this Prince Andrew said nothing to his sister, was that in the expression the sculptor had happened to give the angel's face, Prince Andrew read the same mild reproach he had read on the face of his dead wife: "Ah, why have you done this to me?"
At first Prince Andrew read with his eyes only, but after a while, in spite of himself (although he knew how far it was safe to trust Bilibin), what he had read began to interest him more and more.
When he had read thus far, he crumpled the letter up and threw it away.
He shut his eyes, rubbed his forehead as if to rid himself of all interest in what he had read, and listened to what was passing in the nursery.
He read awhile and then put out his candle, but relit it.
The reforming party cordially welcomed and courted him, in the first place because he was reputed to be clever and very well read, and secondly because by liberating his serfs he had obtained the reputation of being a liberal.
Young men read books before attending Helene's evenings, to have something to say in her salon, and secretaries of the embassy, and even ambassadors, confided diplomatic secrets to her, so that in a way Helene was a power.
Got up at eight, read the Scriptures, then went to my duties.
Read the Scriptures, but without proper feeling.
Awoke late, read the Scriptures but was apathetic.
Read them... said her mother, thoughtfully, referring to some verses Prince Andrew had written in Natasha's album.
"I have read our protests about the Oldenburg affair and was surprised how badly the Note was worded," remarked Count Rostopchin in the casual tone of a man dealing with a subject quite familiar to him.
Boris read 'Poor Liza' aloud to her, and more than once interrupted the reading because of the emotions that choked him.
Natasha did not reply and went to her own room to read Princess Mary's letter.
With trembling hands Natasha held that passionate love letter which Dolokhov had composed for Anatole, and as she read it she found in it an echo of all that she herself imagined she was feeling.
As she read she glanced at the sleeping Natasha, trying to find in her face an explanation of what she was reading, but did not find it.
"Sonya, you've read that letter?" she demanded.
Why, you have read his letter and you have seen him.
Marya Dmitrievna, having found Sonya weeping in the corridor, made her confess everything, and intercepting the note to Natasha she read it and went into Natasha's room with it in her hand.
Old Prince Bolkonski heard all the rumors current in the town from Mademoiselle Bourienne and had read the note to Princess Mary in which Natasha had broken off her engagement.
At two in the morning of the fourteenth of June, the Emperor, having sent for Balashev and read him his letter to Napoleon, ordered him to take it and hand it personally to the French Emperor.
Davout took the packet and read the inscription.
Young Count Toll objected to the Swedish general's views more warmly than anyone else, and in the course of the dispute drew from his side pocket a well-filled notebook, which he asked permission to read to them.
"Lord God of might, God of our salvation!" began the priest in that voice, clear, not grandiloquent but mild, in which only the Slav clergy read and which acts so irresistibly on a Russian heart.
But neither could she doubt the righteousness of the prayer that was being read on bended knees.
After dinner the count settled himself comfortably in an easy chair and with a serious face asked Sonya, who was considered an excellent reader, to read the appeal.
Sonya read painstakingly in her high-pitched voice.
One day he would order his camp bed to be set up in the glass gallery, another day he remained on the couch or on the lounge chair in the drawing room and dozed there without undressing, while--instead of Mademoiselle Bourienne--a serf boy read to him.
"There was a letter from Prince Andrew today," he said to Princess Mary- -"Haven't you read it?"
She could not have read the letter as she did not even know it had arrived.
These he put down beside him--not letting anyone read them at dinner.
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.
Princess Mary read the paper, and her face began to quiver with stifled sobs.
In the corner room at the club, members gathered to read these broadsheets, and some liked the way Karpushka jeered at the French, saying: They will swell up with Russian cabbage, burst with our buckwheat porridge, and choke themselves with cabbage soup.
"Short and energetic!" he remarked when he had read over the proclamation which he had dictated straight off without corrections.
'No,' said he, 'I have not read any papers, I made it up myself.' 'If that's so, you're a traitor and I'll have you tried, and you'll be hanged!
She spoke in a soft, tremulous voice, and in the weary eyes that looked over her spectacles Sonya read all that the countess meant to convey with these words.
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.
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.
On the faces of all the Russians and of the French soldiers and officers without exception, he read the same dismay, horror, and conflict that were in his own heart.
He could scarcely read, and knew nothing.
While listening to the officer's report Konovnitsyn broke the seal and read the dispatch.
He wrote letters to his daughters and to Madame de Stael, read novels, liked the society of pretty women, jested with generals, officers, and soldiers, and never contradicted those who tried to prove anything to him.
He looked around, and in the direct, respectful, wondering gaze fixed upon him he read sympathy with what he had said.
The books he read were chiefly historical, and on these he spent a certain sum every year.
He was collecting, as he said, a serious library, and he made it a rule to read through all the books he bought.
"You know," said Natasha, "you have read the Gospels a great deal--there is a passage in them that just fits Sonya."
On reading that letter (she always read her husband's letters) Natasha herself suggested that he should go to Petersburg, though she would feel his absence very acutely.
They were for the most part quite insignificant trifles, but did not seem so to the mother or to the father either, now that he read this diary about his children for the first time.
"For instance, he is collecting a library and has made it a rule not to buy a new book till he has read what he had already bought--Sismondi and Rousseau and Montesquieu," he added with a smile.
Carvers fits the ideal of a "mountain town" cafe for the casual customer to read a paper while enjoying a hot, fresh breakfast and a cup of coffee in a little "cottage" setting.
"Oh my gosh!" she said, looking back at the photo to read the statistics.
She blinked and read it again, counting the zeros to assure that she had read it properly.
She watched anxiously as he read her temperature.
He swung the car off the road and under an arch that read "Ambrosia Acres."
She winced as she stood, and glanced up into blue eyes that gave every indication he could read her mind.
He shoved a shiny red object at her.
She re-read the letter and then added another paragraph.
Lisa started for her room to get a book to read and paused in the hallway to look at a photograph again.
Lisa retrieved the book from her room and decided to go read out on the patio.
She started to toss the letter aside, and then something made her read on.
In her spare time she read "The Lonely Hills."
I read the license plate.
Did you get close enough to read the calendar?
He may have spent time there or read about the place; we only had his word to the contrary.
I'll tell you what's going on; he read about this place in a book, maybe a long time ago, and now he's dreaming about it.
Ma won't even talk about it but I read some old newspapers.
I read in the paper today they recovered another child and arrested the stupid abductor.
I read about the guy.
It read, "Don't call me for any reason for ten days."
But I read about other horrible crimes and abductions where we never receive a tip.
Do you read what I write?
Sorry. When I read about the killing in Canada my mind went blank on everything else.
Jackson read the shocked look on my face.
I read Martha's note to us and brought Betsy up to date on my conversation with Julie.
Then I read about this other murder, maybe after I was in a year or so.
Would you like to read his speech?
Then, on Friday those who have done the best may stand up and read their compositions to the school.
He then went into the house, and waited while the teacher read it.
As soon as it was read to the school, he rubbed it off the slate, and it was forgotten.
Some one asked me if I had read it in a book.
He wrote "The Village Blacksmith," "The Children's Hour," and many other beautiful pieces which you will like to read and remember.
Books were very scarce and very precious, and only a few men could read them.
If you could only read, you might learn that story and enjoy it.
But after he had learned to read, she taught him to look in books for that which he wished to know.
Yes, mother, I will read and then I will know.
He was a very little boy, but before he was three years old he could read quite well.
It must be written down so that people in other places and in other times may hear it read and sung.
When you read somewhere else that food produced by large corporations saved millions of lives, you won't believe that.
We read and studied out of doors, preferring the sunlit woods to the house.
After I had learned a great many interesting things about the life and habits of the children of the sea--how in the midst of dashing waves the little polyps build the beautiful coral isles of the Pacific, and the foraminifera have made the chalk-hills of many a land--my teacher read me "The Chambered Nautilus," and showed me that the shell-building process of the mollusks is symbolical of the development of the mind.
At that time I eagerly absorbed everything I read without a thought of authorship, and even now I cannot be quite sure of the boundary line between my ideas and those I find in books.
At dinner it was read to the assembled family, who were surprised that I could write so well.
But the fact remains that Miss Canby's story was read to me once, and that long after I had forgotten it, it came back to me so naturally that I never suspected that it was the child of another mind.
For a long time, when I wrote a letter, even to my mother, I was seized with a sudden feeling of terror, and I would spell the sentences over and over, to make sure that I had not read them in a book.
I have read "The Frost Fairies" since, also the letters I wrote in which I used other ideas of Miss Canby's.
In study hours she had to look up new words for me and read and reread notes and books I did not have in raised print.
Having read thus far, Princess Mary sighed and glanced into the mirror which stood on her right.
Kutuzov looked at Rostopchin as if, not grasping what was said to him, he was trying to read something peculiar written at that moment on the face of the man addressing him.
Prince Vasili himself, famed for his elocution, was to read it.
(He used to read at the Empress'.)
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.
The envelope had a mind of its own, and it drew her back to the coffee table - demanded that she tear it open and read the answer.
Of the time when I began to read connected stories I shall speak later.
I called him Black Beauty, as I had just read the book, and he resembled his namesake in every way, from his glossy black coat to the white star on his forehead.
This question surprised me very much; for I had not the faintest recollection of having had it read to me.
Mr. Gilman read all the papers to me by means of the manual alphabet.
When the crowd collected round him he seemed confused, but at the demand of the tall lad who had pushed his way up to him, he began in a rather tremulous voice to read the sheet from the beginning.
The last words were read out in the midst of complete silence.