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83 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- MORNING (1949) 83,, ...ĦĦĦĦ Madame Thenardier had allowed her husband to have his own way, as was her wont.,ĦĦĦĦ"Just so, just so," repeated the countess, and shaking all over, she went off into a good humored, unexpected, elderly laugh.;ĦĦĦĦHe was right; the plan of battle conceived by him was, as we have seen, really admirable.,ĦĦĦĦHe was a peasant who lived at Hougomont, and was gardener there.,ĦĦĦĦ"He was taken today but he knows nothing. I'm keeping him with me.";
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,ĦĦĦĦNo one spoke to him, not even the Minister. About ten o'clock in the evening, while he was still waiting for a word, he heard the Minister's wife, a beautiful woman in a low-necked gown whom he had not ventured to approach, inquire: "Who is that old gentleman?"...ĦĦĦĦ"Now then, now then!" said she..ĦĦĦĦ "All our stupidity, Yakov Alpatych," came the answers, and the crowd began at once to disperse through the village..ĦĦĦĦTo-day, there are brand-new, wide streets, arenas, circuses, hippodromes, railway stations, and a prison, Mazas, there; progress, as the reader sees, with its antidote.,ĦĦĦĦHe strode straight up to Enjolras, the insurgents withdrawing before him with a religious fear; he tore the flag from Enjolras, who recoiled in amazement and then, since no one dared to stop or to assist him, this old man of eighty, with shaking head but firm foot, began slowly to ascend the staircase of paving-stones arranged in the barricade.,ĦĦĦĦAnatole followed him with his usual jaunty step but his face betrayed anxiety..
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!ĦĦĦĦMore important still, Alpatych learned that on the morning of the very day he gave the village Elder orders to collect carts to move the princess' luggage from Bogucharovo, there had been a village meeting at which it had been decided not to move but to wait. Yet there was no time to waste. On the fifteenth, the day of the old prince's death, the Marshal had insisted on Princess Mary's leaving at once, as it was becoming dangerous. He had told her that after the sixteenth he could not be responsible for what might happen. On the evening of the day the old prince died the Marshal went away, promising to return next day for the funeral. But this he was unable to do, for he received tidings that the French had unexpectedly advanced, and had barely time to remove his own family and valuables from his estate., ...ĦĦĦĦ"Charming!" said he, kissing the tips of his fingers..ĦĦĦĦ"Gentlemen!" said the Emperor with a quivering voice....,ĦĦĦĦTerror had seized on the whole street at the irruption of the mob. There was not a passer-by who did not get out of sight.!? Leo Tolstoy.
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ĦĦĦĦMeanwhile Morel was sitting in the best place by the fire, surrounded by the soldiers.,ĦĦĦĦHer words were incoherent, but they attained the purpose at which she was aiming.;,ĦĦĦĦOr a woman?,ĦĦĦĦ"That is true; you remind me of that; he will not bear it.",ĦĦĦĦSuch was this quarter in the last century.,ĦĦĦĦNatasha's illness was so serious that, fortunately for her and for her parents, the consideration of all that had caused the illness, her conduct and the breaking off of her engagement, receded into the background. She was so ill that it was impossible for them to consider in how far she was to blame for what had happened. She could not eat or sleep, grew visibly thinner, coughed, and, as the doctors made them feel, was in danger. They could not think of anything but how to help her. Doctors came to see her singly and in consultation, talked much in French, German, and Latin, blamed one another, and prescribed a great variety of medicines for all the diseases known to them, but the simple idea never occurred to any of them that they could not know the disease Natasha was suffering from, as no disease suffered by a live man can be known, for every living person has his own peculiarities and always has his own peculiar, personal, novel, complicated disease, unknown to medicine- not a disease of the lungs, liver, skin, heart, nerves, and so on mentioned in medical books, but a disease consisting of one of the innumerable combinations of the maladies of those organs. This simple thought could not occur to the doctors (as it cannot occur to a wizard that he is unable to work his charms) because the business of their lives was to cure, and they received money for it and had spent the best years of their lives on that business. 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. Their usefulness did not depend on making the patient swallow substances for the most part harmful (the harm was scarcely perceptible, as they were given in small doses), but they were useful, necessary, and indispensable because they satisfied a mental need of the invalid and of those who loved her- and that is why there are, and always will be, pseudo-healers, wise women, homeopaths, and allopaths. They satisfied that eternal human need for hope of relief, for sympathy, and that something should be done, which is felt by those who are suffering. They satisfied the need seen in its most elementary form in a child, when it wants to have a place rubbed that has been hurt. A child knocks itself and runs at once to the arms of its mother or nurse to have the aching spot rubbed or kissed, and it feels better when this is done. The child cannot believe that the strongest and wisest of its people have no remedy for its pain, and the hope of relief and the expression of its mother's sympathy while she rubs the bump comforts it. The doctors were of use to Natasha because they kissed and rubbed her bump, assuring her that it would soon pass if only the coachman went to the chemist's in the Arbat and got a powder and some pills in a pretty box of a ruble and seventy kopeks, and if she took those powders in boiled water at intervals of precisely two hours, neither more nor less.!!
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