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"The famous flank movement merely consisted in this: after the advance of the French had ceased, the Russian army, which had been continually retreating straight back from the invaders, deviated from that direct course and, not finding itself pursued, was naturally drawn toward the district where supplies were abundant."
"It was an autumn night with dark purple clouds, but no rain. The ground was damp but not muddy, and the troops advanced noiselessly, only occasionally a jingling of the artillery could be faintly heard. The secrecy of the undertaking heightened its charm and they marched gaily."Chaos reigns as usual for the Russians but they are well-rested and stronger than Napoleon’s army. The battle goes well for Kutuzov and he is decorated for his efforts.
"The old woman peered past the red geraniums in her deep front window at the figure lingering in the moon-white snow at the gate. In the gloom of the late winter afternoon, Hennie Comfort did not recognize the woman, who stood like a curious bird, her head cocked to one side as she looked at the fence, then the front door, and back at the fence again. Hennie watched, thinking it odd that anyone would wait there, mute as the snow itself . . . the old woman opened the door and walked into the snow in her stout shoes, her hands tucked into her sleeves. 'Hello to you,' she called.And the story begins as Hennie recounts the times in her life people asked her to pray for them and how those prayers were answered. As each story unfolds Hennie's life is pieced together, much as the quilts that she loves to make are pieced together. She and Nit, the new-made woman asking for a prayer become fast friends as Hennie passes the story of her life on to the younger girl.
The stranger looked up, startled, a little frightened. She was a new-made woman, not much more than a girl. 'Oh!' the stranger said, 'I don't mean to be nosy, but I was wondering how much?'
'How much for what?'
'A prayer.'
Hennie was confused for a moment, and then realizing what had confounded the girl, she laughed. 'That sign's been there so long, I forget about it.'
'It says, Prayers for Sale. I'm asking how much do you charge, and is it more if you're in need than if you're wanting just a little favor? Do sinners pay more than the righteous? And what if the Lord doesn't answer? Do you get your money back?'
'That sign's older than God's old dog. That sign's a story. I'll tell it to you if you'll come inside.'"
"One day when I was asking the Lord why He'd let Sarah die, the Lord said back to me that I was asking the wrong question. He told me to wonder why Sarah had lived, and I knew it wasn't so that I could carry around enough hate to fill an ore cart. So I let the hate go, but until now, I never forgave, and that hard-heartedness ate away at me all these years, just like an assayer's aced. I saw the good you did, but I still held that long-ago time against you. In all these years, I never knew that forgiveness would heal my soul as well as yours."
I read this book as part of the Take A Chance Challenge 3 hosted by Jenners at Life with Books. Challenge #8: What To Do: Go to Which Book and use the software to generate a list of books. Read a book from that list. I typed these words into the Which Book selection software: funny, happy, no sex, short.![]() |
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"There was something of that, she felt, to reading. It was anonymous; it was shared; it was common. And she who had led a life apart now found that she craved it. Here in these pages and between these covers she could go unrecognised."