Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 5, 2025
Amusement and laughter were often strangers. He had known this all his life, of course, but he had never thought of it. Once, when he was a child, an old man had fallen in the road before him, in a fit. Suvaroff had stood rooted to the spot with amusement, but he had not laughed. Yet the man had gone through the contortions of a clown.... Well, then he was not to be moved to laughter, after all.
I never expect to sleep again." Minetti made no comment. "I see you have bought a pistol," he observed. "Yes," replied Suvaroff. "You have wasted your money, my young friend," declared the hunchback. "You will never use it." With that Minetti left the room. Suvaroff laid the pistol on the table and threw himself upon the bed.
It was just a flash of your face, but if I have ever seen a face once, I never forget it. And you have the look of a Suvaroff about you, even though you are different. I would have known you for one of the breed had I met you anywhere in the world, had no one told me who you were. And so I turned to find you and follow you." "But what are you doing here? I thought you were to rejoin our own army?"
Alexander Suvaroff, General of Division in the Russian army, looked very much like Mikail, but there was a sharp difference between them. This Suvaroff was as kindly in aspect as the other was repellent and harsh. His eyes twinkled affectionately when he saw Fred. "Welcome, cousin," he said. "Even if our chief purpose failed, I am glad we got here in time to save you.
He was glad that Ivan was on his side, and was bound to him, moreover, by his loyalty to the name of Suvaroff. "Listen, now," said Ivan. "Here it is very dangerous. Stay as long as you can, but never let yourselves be caught in the house by any Germans. Do not let the villagers see you. Take to the tunnel without hesitation if there is an attack upon the house, or a search.
Suvaroff got between them and, after three days' hard fighting, from the 17th to the 19th of June, inflicted a second severe defeat on the French, at La Trebbia. These reverses shattered the whole French domination of Italy; their armies were defeated, their vassal republics sank, that of Naples under horrible conditions of royalist reprisal and massacre.
Whether, had he encountered Bonaparte, he would have beaten him, is a question for the ingenious to argue, but which never can be settled. But one thing is certain, and that is, that Bonaparte never encountered an opponent of that determined and energetic character which belonged to Suvaroff until his latter days, and then his fall was rapid and his ruin utter.
The Russians have a reputation for good marching, and certainly Suvaroff made good time in his long march from Russia to Northern Italy in 1799; almost as good, indeed, as Bagration, Barclay de Tolly, and Kutusoff made in falling back before Napoleon when he invaded Russia in 1812. But they have not improved either in marching or in fighting at all commensurately with the improved appliances.
The hunchback returned Suvaroff's stare with almost insulting indifference, but there was something in the look that quickened the beating of Suvaroff's heart. "You are waiting here," began Suvaroff, "for an Italian who lodges across the street. Would you like me to tell you where he may be found?" The hunchback shrugged. "It does not matter in the slightest, one way or another.
The consequence was, infinite discontent, and desertion to a great extent a thing never heard of in the service before. It may be conceived with what disdain those frivolous, yet mischievous, innovations must have been regarded by those Russian officers who had known the reality of service. Suvaroff was then in Italy with his army.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking