"I have waked you for the purpose of reassuring you," said he; "look, there is your shadow with the round hat.",CHAPTER V ,BOOK NINE: 1812.!an eye...a long cold season in hell stretching out ahead...nothing left but all the time in the world to think about it.... Cosette halted in alarm., Gavroche accosted them calmly:--;
The municipal guard burst into a laugh and raised his bayonet at the child., , The top of the shapeless bay into which this door shut was masked by a narrow scantling in the centre of which a triangular hole had been sawed, which served both as wicket and air-hole when the door was closed. On the inside of the door the figures 52 had been traced with a couple of strokes of a brush dipped in ink, and above the scantling the same hand had daubed the number 50, so that one hesitated. Where was one?,together, on either hand. I would have on the side of the banquet, in front, one only , Joseph, his valet, handed him his sabretache and saber, and they all went out into the vestibule., The heroic child replied,RED (V.O.)... To realize the degree of exhaustion of the Russian army it is only necessary to grasp clearly the meaning of the fact that, while not losing more than five thousand killed and wounded after Tarutino and less than a hundred prisoners, the Russian army which left that place a hundred thousand strong reached Krasnoe with only fifty thousand.; They split up the wood, pressed it down on the fire, blew at it with their mouths, and fanned it with the skirts of their greatcoats, making the flames hiss and crackle. The men drew nearer and lit their pipes. The handsome young soldier who had brought the wood, setting his arms akimbo, began stamping his cold feet rapidly and deftly on the spot where he stood..
The northern door, which was beaten in by the French, and which has had a piece applied to it to replace the panel suspended on the wall, stands half-open at the bottom of the paddock; it is cut squarely in the wall, built of stone below, of brick above which closes in the courtyard on the north.... Petya badly wanted to laugh, but noticed that they all refrained from laughing. He turned his eyes rapidly from Tikhon's face to the esaul's and Denisov's, unable to make out what it all meant., This hovel was only one story high.,... The theory of the transference of the will of the people to historic persons is merely a paraphrase- a restatement of the question in other words.. "Sonya, one can't doubt him! One can't, one can't! Don't you understand?" she cried.,The first night's the toughest, no doubt about it. They march you in;
me errors of aged men amount but to this; that more might have been done, or sooner. ,CHAPTER VI ; She stepped to the window and looked out with the half-foolish way she had.,That's him. That's the one., "Does he love me?" Natasha repeated with a smile of pity at her friend's lack of comprehension. "Why, you have read his letter and you have seen him.", He did not seek him; he saw him; his eyes went thither naturally, as though they had known beforehand where that figure was.. He recalled the odd incidents which had already alarmed the household.; "Crazy?" repeated Natasha.;!
Another pause ensued., He took her in his arms and carried her. There were no passers-by, and the street lanterns had not been lighted on account of there being a moon.... The ravine was there, unexpected, yawning, directly under the horses' feet, two fathoms deep between its double slopes; the second file pushed the first into it, and the third pushed on the second; the horses reared and fell backward, landed on their haunches, slid down, all four feet in the air, crushing and overwhelming the riders; and there being no means of retreat,-- the whole column being no longer anything more than a projectile,-- the force which had been acquired to crush the English crushed the French; the inexorable ravine could only yield when filled; horses and riders rolled there pell-mell, grinding each other, forming but one mass of flesh in this gulf:. "You saw him?" urged Natasha, seizing her hand., The Russians, they say, fortified this position in advance on the left of the highroad (from Moscow to Smolensk) and almost at a right angle to it, from Borodino to Utitsa, at the very place where the battle was fought., "Why, that's our Tikhon," said the esaul.., "Lovely things we will buy ... "Ou-rou-rou!" yelled the crowd, echoing the crash of the collapsing roof of the barn, the burning grain in which diffused a cakelike aroma all around. The flames flared up again, lighting the animated, delighted, exhausted faces of the spectators.;