Ma vie est un combat—My life is a battle.
The Mexican army of that day was hardly an organization. They introduced at the instigation of William Sacheverell, a clause disqualifying for seven years every mayor, recorder, common councilman, or other officer who had been in any way a party to the surrender of these charters. We had not occupied this position long when it was discovered that our ammunition was growing low. Anna Pávlovna’s drawing room was gradually filling. Theoxena and Archo were their two widows.
And whoever will inquire of our troopers the experiences they have had in our civil wars, will find effects of patience and obstinate resolution in this miserable age of ours, and amongst this rabble even more effeminate than the Egyptians, worthy to be compared with those we have just related of the Spartan virtue. In the month of Ulul it was ready to march. There he is lying back in an armchair in his velvet cloak, leaning his head on his thin pale hand. Edwardes (Mrs. Virtue and moral piety were their admiration, however rudely they demonstrated it.
“Why are you going? Why are you upset?” asked Natásha, and she looked challengingly into Pierre’s eyes. Poverty makes people satirical—soberly, sadly, 25 bitterly satirical. H. Guerrilla war (always successful, as history shows) directly infringes that rule. Marlborough had not waited for these insignificant operations, but had proceeded to Berlin to engage the King of Prussia to suspend his claims on the Dutch, and to enter more zealously into the alliance for the perfect clearance of the French from Germany. “Is that their Tsar himself? He’s not bad!” low voices could be heard saying.
I understand, quite understand. Revenons à nos moutons—Let us come back to our subject (lit. sheep). She listened to every word about the victory of Moses over Amalek, of Gideon over Midian, and of David over Goliath, and about the destruction of “Thy Jerusalem,” and she prayed to God with the tenderness and emotion with which her heart was overflowing, but without fully understanding what she was asking of God in that prayer. Looking into Napoleon’s eyes Prince Andrew thought of the insignificance of greatness, the unimportance of life which no one could understand, and the still greater unimportance of death, the meaning of which no one alive could understand or explain. All Rostóv’s cards were beaten and he had eight hundred rubles scored up against him.
Martem accendere cantu—To waken up the war-spirit by his note. During the time that the Prince of Wied was making his preparations the excellently written pamphlet of an Austrian General Staff officer, dealing with his travels in Albania, appeared.