Practice Typing

It was the voice of the groom, trying to wake him. The sun shone straight into Pierres face. He glanced at the dirty innyard in the middle of which soldiers were watering their lean horses at the pump while carts were passing out of the gate. Pierre turned away with repugnance, and closing his eyes quickly fell back on the carriage seat. No, I dont want that, I dont want to see and understand that.