He quickly moved an armchair toward Princess Mary.
"He doesn't," Gabriel confirmed, and sat in an armchair near Rhyn.
After breakfast, which was her best time, Marya Dmitrievna sat down in her armchair and called Natasha and the count to her.
Clutching her breast to keep herself from choking, Sonya, pale and trembling with fear and agitation, sat down in an armchair and burst into tears.
She sat in an armchair in her dressing jacket and nightcap and Katie, sleepy and disheveled, beat and turned the heavy feather bed for the third time, muttering to herself.
He made me sit in his armchair, while he brought different interesting things for me to examine, and at his request I recited "The Chambered Nautilus," which was then my favorite poem.
Bending forward in his armchair he said: "Le Roi de Prusse!" and having said this laughed.
Near them, in an armchair, sat a thin, shriveled, old woman, with a meek expression on her childlike face.
"May I stay a little longer?" he said, letting his stout body sink into an armchair beside her.
He found him reclining in an armchair, still in the same unbuttoned overcoat.
I sat in King Ludwig's armchair and felt like a queen when Dr. Gillett remarked that I had many loyal subjects.
The little princess lay in the armchair, Mademoiselle Bourienne chafing her temples.
Prince Bolkonski sat down in his usual place in the corner of the sofa and, drawing up an armchair for Prince Vasili, pointed to it and began questioning him about political affairs and news.
On retiring to her own room, she sat in an armchair, her eyes fixed on a miniature portrait of her son on the lid of a snuffbox, while the tears kept coming into her eyes.
The princess sank helplessly into an armchair beside her father and wept.
The old woman, lowering her eyes but casting side glances at the newcomers, had turned her cup upside down and placed a nibbled bit of sugar beside it, and sat quietly in her armchair, though hoping to be offered another cup of tea.
"Go to the devil!" cried Anatole and, clutching his hair, left the room, but returned at once and dropped into an armchair in front of Dolokhov with his feet turned under him.
He sat, sunk deep in a folding armchair, and continually cleared his throat and pulled at the collar of his coat which, though it was unbuttoned, still seemed to pinch his neck.
She was sitting in an armchair placed sideways, screening the light of the candle from him, and was knitting a stocking.
There he is lying back in an armchair in his velvet cloak, leaning his head on his thin pale hand.
The countess passed a fortnight in an armchair by his pillow without undressing.
At tea all sat in their accustomed places: Nicholas beside the stove at a small table where his tea was handed to him; Milka, the old gray borzoi bitch (daughter of the first Milka), with a quite gray face and large black eyes that seemed more prominent than ever, lay on the armchair beside him; Denisov, whose curly hair, mustache, and whiskers had turned half gray, sat beside countess Mary with his general's tunic unbuttoned; Pierre sat between his wife and the old countess.
Nicholas, who had left his nephew, irritably pushed up an armchair, sat down in it, and listened to Pierre, coughing discontentedly and frowning more and more.
She sat in the oversized armchair, curling her legs beneath her as she drank her wine.