Having just gotten back from a very long car trip, I thought I'd propose a few fun things to do to pass the time.



"That was a Daniel Cooper!" exclaimed Marya Dmitrievna, tucking up her sleeves and puffing heavily.

While in the Rostovs' ballroom the sixth anglaise was being danced, to a tune in which the weary musicians blundered, and while tired footmen and cooks were getting the supper, Count Bezukhov had a sixth stroke.

The doctors pronounced recovery impossible.

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