Unit 7: Vocabulary from Readings

Forgive me for not standing, but I am somewhat incapacitated.

KISTUNOV. [Trying to regain his composure.] I have an inkling….Please go on, a little less descriptively, if possible.

Your petition, no matter how justified, has nothing to do with us. You’ll have to go to the agency where your husband was employed.

KISTUNOV. [Delicately and disgustedly, he picks up her fistful of hair and hands it back to her. She sticks it back in her hair.]

[He is too late—she has given his foot a most ardent embrace. He screams in pain.]

I’m skin and bones. I faint at the least provocation….Watch. [She swoons to the floor.]

It is cold, bleak, biting weather outside: foggy withal: and if you listen closely, you can hear the people in the court go wheezing up and down, beating their hands upon their breasts, and stamping their feet upon the pavement stones to warm them...

At this festive season of the year, Mr. Scrooge, it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the poor and destitute, who suffer greatly at the present time.

We choose this time, because it is a time, of all others, when Want is keenly felt, and Abundance rejoices.

Man of the worldly mind, do you believe in me, or not?

Outside the window, spectres fly by, carrying money-boxes and chains. They make a confused sound of lamentation.

I went forth last night on compulsion, and learnt a lesson which is working now.

It should be Christmas Day, I am sure, on which one drinks the health of such an odious, stingy, unfeeling man as Scrooge...

The night is waning fast, and it is precious time to me.

It’s likely to be a cheap funeral, for upon my life, I don’t know of a living soul who’d care to venture to it.

Oh, Good Spirit, I see by your wavering hand that your good nature intercedes for me and pities me.

“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered

Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the saber stroke
Shattered and sundered.