The Hedgehog in the fog.

Hedgehog in the Fog (Ёжик в тумане), 1975.

We got lost in the fog.

The river was in a fog.

It is a glorious welcome, even in fog.

Imagine you're driving in a fog.

The light of the lamp glimmered in the fog.

It is dangerous to fly in this heavy fog.

It was impossible to drive in the fog.

The driver could not distinguish the signal in the fog.

The boy said that the taxi vanished into the fog.

The victims can not be left in the fog and oblivion.

Mr Smith lost his way in the dense fog.

I can't see the road signs in this fog.

So I would walk around in a daze during the day.

Cropped screenshot from 'China's Haze Under the Dome'.

I can't remember anything. It's just one big blur.

The boat floated away from the shore and soon disappeared into the fog.

When she got up, the previous day appeared in her memory as in a fog.

Get inside and lock your doors! Close your windows! There is something in the fog!

Military leaders talk about the fog of war the condition of fundamental uncertainty that marks combat.

It seems that Hedgehog in the Fog was a happy occasion where all the elements simply fell into place.

Otherwise, their readers might find it hard to trust their stated goal of transparency in the fog of war.

The sounds of night the ceaseless croaking of frogs, the snorting of horses through the morning mist over the meadow could alone be heard.

The nearly two hour documentary, titled 'Under the Dome' went viral shortly after its release on Saturday.

He looked back from the top of the hill. He could not see the men, for the mist rising from the hollow hid them but he heard their merry rough voices, laughter, and the clanking of the scythes.

After making Gorillas in the Mist The Story of Dian Fossey , she became a supporter of The Dian Fossey Gorilla Fund and is now its honorary chairwoman.

Beneath the mist the snow waters rushed down, the ice on the river cracked and moved, and the turbid, foaming torrents flowed quicker, till on the first Sunday after Easter toward evening the mists dissolved, the clouds broke into fleecy cloudlets and dispersed, the sky cleared, and real spring was there.

With the sense of fatigue and want of cleanliness resulting from a night spent in a railway carriage, Karenin drove through the fog of a Petersburg morning, along the deserted Nevsky, looking straight before him and not thinking of what awaited him.

The yellow and brown sky reminded people of an independent documentary known as Under the Dome released this February by Chai Jing, a well known journalist who used to work for state run Chinese Central Television (CCTV).

When the pilot of the presidential plane (ironically, again, Soviet made) was advised not to land in the thick fog, either he, or perhaps even the president himself, may have mistrusted the Russians willingness to give honest advice.

You will be getting to know these people very well in Mr. Englund's novelistic telling, and this dramatis personae will function as your GPS, a beacon during those few moments when, like one of his men and women, you are confused and bereft in the fog of war.