20 sentences about your house
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Answer:
My house is very beautiful. Front of my house have a garden. My house is mould .
Explanation:
Rostov dismounted, gave his horse to the orderly, and followed Alpatych to the house, questioning him as to the state of affairs.
At the moment when Rostov and Ilyin were galloping along the road, Princess Mary, despite the dissuasions of Alpatych, her nurse, and the maids, had given orders to harness and intended to start, but when the cavalrymen were espied they were taken for Frenchmen, the coachman ran away, and the women in the house began to wail.
Unwilling to obtrude himself on the princess, Rostov did not go back to the house but remained in the village awaiting her departure.
When her carriage drove out of the house, he mounted and accompanied her eight miles from Bogucharovo to where the road was occupied by our troops.
He stopped in the village at the priest's house in front of which stood the commander-in-chief's carriage, and he sat down on the bench at the gate awaiting his Serene Highness, as everyone now called Kutuzov.
The Razumovskis wanted to buy his house and his estate near Moscow, but it drags on and on.
Every house in Mozhaysk had soldiers quartered in it, and at the hostel where Pierre was met by his groom and coachman there was no room to be had.
In front of a landowner's house to the left of the road stood carriages, wagons, and crowds of orderlies and sentinels.
Those are his quarters, and he pointed to the third house in the village of Gorki.
They knew that it was for the army to fight, and that if it could not succeed it would not do to take young ladies and house serfs to the Three Hills quarter of Moscow to fight Napoleon, and that they must go away, sorry as they were to abandon their property to destruction.
This letter was brought to Pierre's house when he was on the field of Borodino.
Almost all day long the house resounded with their running feet, their cries, and their spontaneous laughter.
On Saturday, the thirty-first of August, everything in the Rostovs' house seemed topsy-turvy.
The peasants and house serfs carrying out the things were treading heavily on the parquet floors.
You would be more comfortable somewhere in a house... in ours, for instance... the family are leaving.
"May the wounded men stay in our house?" she asked.
Natasha ran into the house and went on tiptoe through the half-open door into the sitting room, where there was a smell of vinegar and Hoffman's drops.
"Papa, is it all right--I've invited some of the wounded into the house?" said Natasha.
The old count, suddenly setting to work, kept passing from the yard to the house and back again, shouting confused instructions to the hurrying people, and flurrying them still more.
The servants ran noisily about the house and yard, shouting and disputing.
The masters are going away and the whole house will be empty, said the old woman to the old attendant.
We have a house of our own in Moscow, but it's a long way from here, and there's nobody living in it.
An enormous crowd of factory hands, house serfs, and peasants, with whom some officials, seminarists, and gentry were mingled, had gone early that morning to the Three Hills.
The count went into the house with him, repeating his order not to refuse the wounded who asked for a lift.
Berg drove up to his father-in-law's house in his spruce little trap with a pair of sleek roans, exactly like those of a certain prince.
They unloaded the wardrobe cart and sent it to take wounded men from a house two doors off.
The wounded prince: he spent the night in our house and is going with us.
He hired the first cab he met and told the driver to go to the Patriarch's Ponds, where the widow Bazdeev's house was.
The huge courtyard of the Rostovs' house was littered with wisps of hay and with dung from the horses, and not a soul was to be seen there.
From an unfinished house on the Varvarka, the ground floor of which was a dramshop, came drunken shouts and songs.
At the corner of the Moroseyka, opposite a large house with closed shutters and bearing a bootmaker's signboard, stood a score of thin, worn-out, gloomy-faced bootmakers, wearing overalls and long tattered coats.
And as he spoke he saw a young man coming round the corner of the house between two dragoons.
Having reached his country house and begun to give orders about domestic arrangements, the count grew quite tranquil.
Out of the windows of the Senate House the soldiers threw chairs into the Square for fuel and kindled fires there.
In cellars and storerooms similar men were busy among the provisions, and in the yards unlocking or breaking open coach house and stable doors, lighting fires in kitchens and kneading and baking bread with rolled-up sleeves, and cooking; or frightening, amusing, or caressing women and children.
To the left of the house on the Pokrovka a fire glowed--the first of those that were beginning in Moscow.