Flashes of shot gleamed in the darkness.
The night was foggy and through the fog the moonlight gleamed mysteriously.
One well-lit room gleamed with stainless steel.
The king of Landis lived with his harem in a low, sprawling dwelling whose walls gleamed with polished stones set in silver and gold.
Only his eyes gleamed feverishly and his thoughts followed one another with extraordinary clearness and rapidity.
Above him again was the same lofty sky with clouds that had risen and were floating still higher, and between them gleamed blue infinity.
The Emperor's mild and handsome face was flushed and his eyes gleamed with resolution and anger.
Damian's eyes gleamed in sudden amusement.
The wax candles burned brightly, the silver and crystal gleamed, so did the ladies' toilets and the gold and silver of the men's epaulets; servants in scarlet liveries moved round the table, the clatter of plates, knives, and glasses mingled with the animated hum of several conversations.
The Kremlin, which was not destroyed, gleamed white in the distance with its towers and the belfry of Ivan the Great.
His eyes were blacker than night and gleamed while his touch was cold, as if his body were already dead.
During the hour Pierre watched them they all came flowing from the different streets with one and the same desire to get on quickly; they all jostled one another, began to grow angry and to fight, white teeth gleamed, brows frowned, ever the same words of abuse flew from side to side, and all the faces bore the same swaggeringly resolute and coldly cruel expression that had struck Pierre that morning on the corporal's face when the drums were beating.
Behind the hut the dark shapes of the two wagons with their horses beside them were discernible, and in the hollow the dying campfire gleamed red.
A bellow sounded in the forest behind them, and moonlight gleamed off of the tips of falling arrows and the raised swords of the men that followed them.
"Ah, there are still lights in the drawing-room!" she said, pointing to the windows of the house that gleamed invitingly in the moist velvety darkness of the night.
Far in the distance in that birch and fir forest to the right of the road, the cross and belfry of the Kolocha Monastery gleamed in the sun.