"It is done, Vas
Kor," he said, handing a small metal key to the tall noble who had just risen from his sleeping silks and furs.
“He’s true as ter steel!” shouted Major Hartmann; “ titn’t I tell you, lat, dat Marmatuke Temple vas
a friend dat woult never fail in ter dime as of neet?”
"You had ought to haf had a doctor, und not vaited so long--it vas
too late already ven I come." Once more there was deathlike stillness.
There are wonderful tidies on the chairs, and gay mats on the floor, and books and cards carefully arranged on a round table, and vases
of dried grass on the mantel-piece.
They were received by Madame Fouquet, and at the moment they made their appearance, a light as bright as day burst forth from every quarter, trees, vases
, and marble statues.
From silver lamps a thin blue smoke is streaming, And golden vases
'mid the feast are gleaming; Now sound the lutes in unison, Within the gates our lives are one.
In the middle stood a little frame containing relics; at the corners were two little orange-trees, and all along the edge were silver candlesticks, porcelain vases
containing sun-flowers, lilies, peonies, and tufts of hydrangeas.
Moreover, it is necessary to instruct children in what is useful, not only on account of its being useful in itself, as, for instance, to learn to read, but also as the means of acquiring other different sorts of instruction: thus they should be instructed in painting, not only to prevent their being mistaken in purchasing pictures, or in buying or selling of vases
, but rather as it makes [1338b] them judges of the beauties of the human form; for to be always hunting after the profitable ill agrees with great and freeborn souls.
There were vases
, and figures of men and animals, and graven platters and bowls, and mosaics of precious gems, and many other things.
The old neglected palazzo, with its lofty carved ceilings and frescoes on the walls, with its floors of mosaic, with its heavy yellow stuff curtains on the windows, with its vases
on pedestals, and its open fireplaces, its carved doors and gloomy reception rooms, hung with pictures--this palazzo did much, by its very appearance after they had moved into it, to confirm in Vronsky the agreeable illusion that he was not so much a Russian country gentleman, a retired army officer, as an enlightened amateur and patron of the arts, himself a modest artist who had renounced the world, his connections, and his ambition for the sake of the woman he loved.
A high wall surrounded the whole of the hotel, surmounted at intervals by vases
filled with flowers, and broken in the centre by a large gate of gilded iron, which served as the carriage entrance.
They picked violets and filled all the vases
in the room of these very Miss Alans who have failed to come to Cissie Villa.