She looked up at him.
The boy looked around him with wondering eyes.
She looked puzzled and felt my hand, and I repeated the letters.
Putnam stooped down and looked in.
They all looked around, but the piglets had disappeared.
Zeuxis looked at it closely.
He looked back and saw the innkeeper still standing by the door.
The kitten looked at the horse thoughtfully, as if trying to decide whether he meant it or not.
Pierre looked at his friend and, noticing that he did not like the conversation, gave no reply.
Señor Medena looked at Alex.
He looked even more distinguished than usual in his Spanish garb.
Far up in the air was an object that looked like a balloon.
He looked at the beast, and--what do you think it was?
He looked at my eyes.
She looked back at the picture.
At the moment he looked so much like Alex.
She looked up at his intent features.
The children looked at each other in perplexity, and the Wizard sighed.
They all looked around, but the kitten was no place to be seen.
"I wonder what can have happened to the boy," he said; and he opened the door and looked out.
From the garden it looked like an arbour.
Beautiful he was, but he also looked high spirited.
Finally he looked up at her.
To her, the idea was ludicrous, and yet, it probably looked that way to Dulce.
Carmen stiffened and looked up at Alex, but he found something interesting outside to look at.
Felipa looked like she wanted to eat the words.
He looked uncomfortable and his gaze shifted absently to the cabinets.
The tops of their heads had no hair, but were carved into a variety of fantastic shapes, some having a row of points or balls around the top, others designs resembling flowers or vegetables, and still others having squares that looked like waffles cut criss-cross on their heads.
Ed merely looked at them and then back at Carmen.
The three-story building looked big enough to cover a city block.
Alex finally looked at him.
He looked to be about her age and his blond hair was neatly combed into a fashionable style.
She looked too proper to be considered beautiful, and her expression was lofty.
For a moment her heart beat overtime and it looked as though she might fall, but Alex smoothly caught her and stepped around, covering her fumbling so well that no one appeared to notice.
She stood silently watching him until he looked uncomfortable.
For a moment he looked confused, and then turned away.
Carmen sucked in her breath and looked up at Alex.
For the most part, the facial expressions of those sitting around the table were sympathetic, but Dulce looked as if she was ready to break into tears.
Alex looked stern, and when Carmen met his gaze, he looked down at his plate.
Carmen looked up at his face and found it as stern as his voice.
Was that why she looked like she was going to cry?
Alfonso put down his toy and looked uncertain.
Finally he looked down at his lap and let out a long weary sigh.
Something about it looked warm and cozy - like home.
It looked as stiff and formal as his hacienda did.
The table and chairs were made of a dark rich wood, and the tiles on the floor looked like polished bricks.
Her face flamed as she thought of how it must have looked to Morino.
She finally looked up at him.
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes.
I was thinking about buying a new vehicle and wondered if we had the money, so I looked at his financial information on the computer.
He didn't act concerned when she told him she had looked at them - not until she questioned the source.
The boy flicked the big, boney horse with his whip and looked thoughtful.
Then she looked at Zeb, whose face was blue and whose hair was pink, and gave a little laugh that sounded a bit nervous.
Dorothy and Zeb looked at one another in wonder.
At this they both put their heads over the side of the buggy and looked down.
There was even a thorn upon the tip of his nose and he looked so funny that Dorothy laughed when she saw him.
The little man looked toward her and seemed as much surprised as she was.
He did it very cleverly, indeed, and the Princess looked at the strange piglets as if she were as truly astonished as any vegetable person could be.
Once they came near to the enclosed Garden of the Clinging Vines, and walking high into the air looked down upon it with much interest.
Suddenly they looked up to find the room filled with the silent, solemn-eyed Mangaboos.
The fruit was so daintily colored and so fragrant, and looked so appetizing and delicious that Dorothy stopped and exclaimed:
The opening in the mountain was on the side opposite to the Valley of Voe, and our travellers looked out upon a strange scene.
The space underneath the roof, where they stood, permitted them to see on all sides of the tall building, and they looked with much curiosity at the city spread out beneath them.
"Tastes differ," murmured the dragonette, slowly drooping its scaley eyelids over its yellow eyes, until they looked like half-moons.
The little man looked at his watch--a big silver one that he carried in his vest pocket.
The little man looked at her closely and then took both the maiden's hands in his and shook them cordially.
When he returned the Princess looked down the narrow neck of the big ornament and discovered her lost piglet, just as Eureka had said she would.
The three men, as they passed, looked down and saw the little birds fluttering in the cold, wet grass.
Then he looked up to find the nest from which they had fallen.
He looked at the bright, yellow pieces and said, "What shall I do with these coppers, mother?"
The big boy looked at him and blew it again.
They looked, as they thought, in every place where the lambs might have taken shelter.
They looked down, and at the bottom they saw some lambs huddled together among the rocks.
He looked over toward Boston.
The cry awoke the farmers; they sprang from their beds and looked out.
Gilbert looked up from his play and saw that his mother was very deeply interested in her book.
He looked eagerly around, but saw only a squirrel frisking among the trees and a rabbit hopping across the road.
At last he saw something in the darkness that looked like two balls of fire.
The king looked, and saw that his soldiers were beaten, and that the battle was everywhere going against him.
As they looked down the street they saw a horseman coming.
He was dressed plainly, and, with his reddish-brown hair and mud-bespattered face, looked like a hard- working countryman just in from the backwoods.
The stranger bent over him and looked at the picture he had made on the rock.
He jumped to his feet and looked up at the kind gentleman.
In the morning, when he looked at the picture, he saw a fly on the man's nose.
He turned the picture this way and that, and looked at it from every side.
The boys looked at her and wondered if the master would really be as good as his word.
Then the saint stopped speaking and looked around him.
He looked more closely and saw that it was an ant.
As Tamerlane looked, he saw that there was a hole in the tree only a little way above, and that this was the home of the ant.
Young Mr. Johnson looked after him and wondered.
When the work was finished, the old fishing boat looked rather odd, with a paddle wheel on each side which dipped just a few inches into the water.
"It was this way," said the gardener: "I looked at the gold pieces, and then thought of my own great necessities.
But when they looked, they saw that his seat was vacant.
He opened his eyes and looked around at the small, plain room and at the poor people standing near him.
He looked at the fire on the hearth.
I looked and saw this little fellow struggling in the water.
He sat up in the bed and looked around.
He looked at the tripod.
If you had looked ahead fifty years to 1240, you wouldn't have anticipated much change.
We have looked at the astonishing possibilities afforded by genomics.
So far we have looked at poverty and how it is redefined as societies grow richer.
We have looked at factors that increase animosity between the rich and poor and situations in which they can live harmoniously.
At the time in history when our future has never looked brighter, it is baffling that some people are more pessimistic than ever.
Mr. Jefferson let me touch his face so that I could imagine how he looked on waking from that strange sleep of twenty years, and he showed me how poor old Rip staggered to his feet.
The doll cried, too, and stretched out its arms from among the green branches, and looked distressed.
The grass was as green as though it was springtime, and the golden ears of corn gathered together in heaps in the great fields looked very pretty.
Teacher said she thought he looked something like Paradeuski.
We had looked forward to seeing you there, and so we were greatly disappointed that you did not come.
How funny they must have looked in their "rough-rider" costumes, mounted upon their fiery steeds!
She looked as if she had just risen from the foam of the sea, and her loveliness was like a strain of heavenly music.
Again, when I hid the spool, she looked for it in a little box not more than an inch long; and she very soon gave up the search.
Even then it looked more like a mechanical toy than a living creature.
She looked troubled, and hesitated a moment before answering.
She looked disappointed and said, "I'll send them many kisses."
There was a hopeless look in the dull eye that I could not help noticing, and then, as I was thinking where I had seen that horse before, she looked full at me and said, 'Black Beauty, is that you?'
I could see the way Ginger looked; all her beauty gone, her beautiful arched neck drooping, all the spirit gone out of her flashing eyes, all the playfulness gone out of her manner.
The fresh morning air blew softly in his face, as if to welcome him and be his merry playmate; and the bright eye of Mr. Sun looked at him with a warm and glowing smile; but Birdie soon walked on to find something to play with.
The fresh morning air blew gently in my face, as if to welcome me, and be my merry playmate, and the sun looked at me with a warm and tender smile.
King Frost frowned and looked very angry at first, and his fairies trembled for fear and cowered still lower in their hiding-places; but just then two little children came dancing through the wood, and though they did not see King Frost or the fairies, they saw the beautiful colour of the leaves, and laughed with delight, and began picking great bunches to take to their mother.
How could I have looked him in the face?
I kept Homer's Iliad on my table through the summer, though I looked at his page only now and then.
It looked as if this was the way these forms came to be transferred to our furniture, to tables, chairs, and bedsteads--because they once stood in their midst.
These being boiled, there were at least forty looked for a share in them; the most eat of them.
This broad field which I have looked at so long looks not to me as the principal cultivator, but away from me to influences more genial to it, which water and make it green.
Once it chanced that I stood in the very abutment of a rainbow's arch, which filled the lower stratum of the atmosphere, tinging the grass and leaves around, and dazzling me as if I looked through colored crystal.
They stood and looked in my eye or pecked at my shoe significantly.
The house being gone, he looked at what there was left.
There was one other with whom I had "solid seasons," long to be remembered, at his house in the village, and who looked in upon me from time to time; but I had no more for society there.
It looked as if Nature no longer contained the breed of nobler bloods, but stood on her last toes.
The pitch pines and shrub oaks about my house, which had so long drooped, suddenly resumed their several characters, looked brighter, greener, and more erect and alive, as if effectually cleansed and restored by the rain.
Beside this I got a rare mess of golden and silver and bright cupreous fishes, which looked like a string of jewels.
The phÅ“be had already come once more and looked in at my door and window, to see if my house was cavern-like enough for her, sustaining herself on humming wings with clinched talons, as if she held by the air, while she surveyed the premises.
My neighbors did not thus salute me, but first looked at me, and then at one another, as if I had returned from a long journey.
The story was very pretty and interesting, especially at the point where the rivals suddenly recognized one another; and the ladies looked agitated.
Pierre looked solemnly at his audience over his spectacles and continued.
Pierre, not knowing whom to answer, looked at them all and smiled.
(she looked significantly at her husband) "I'm afraid, I'm afraid!" she whispered, and a shudder ran down her back.
Pierre looked over his spectacles with naive surprise, now at him and now at her, moved as if about to rise too, but changed his mind.
The Englishman looked on sideways, pursing up his lips.
He looked up: Dolokhov was standing on the window sill, with a pale but radiant face.
The countess looked at her callers, smiling affably, but not concealing the fact that she would not be distressed if they now rose and took their leave.
She did not reply, but looked at her seriously.
Boris paused in the middle of the room, looked round, brushed a little dust from the sleeve of his uniform, and going up to a mirror examined his handsome face.
Boris looked attentively and kindly at her eager face, but did not reply.
Anna Mikhaylovna looked at Vera and paused.
Sonya and Natasha looked at Vera with guilty, happy faces.
Though what she said was quite just, perhaps for that very reason no one replied, and the four simply looked at one another.
Boris said no more, but looked inquiringly at his mother without taking off his cloak.
"Princess Drubetskaya to see Prince Vasili Sergeevich," he called to a footman dressed in knee breeches, shoes, and a swallow-tail coat, who ran downstairs and looked over from the halfway landing.
Boris felt that Pierre did not recognize him but did not consider it necessary to introduce himself, and without experiencing the least embarrassment looked Pierre straight in the face.
Pierre, in order to make Boris' better acquaintance, promised to come to dinner, and warmly pressing his hand looked affectionately over his spectacles into Boris' eyes.
"Annette, for heaven's sake don't refuse me," the countess began, with a blush that looked very strange on her thin, dignified, elderly face, and she took the money from under the handkerchief.
Most of the guests, uncertain how to regard this sally, looked at the elders.
She looked round and seeing that her friend was not in the room ran to look for her.
And indeed everybody in the room looked with a smile of pleasure at the jovial old gentleman, who standing beside his tall and stout partner, Marya Dmitrievna, curved his arms, beat time, straightened his shoulders, turned out his toes, tapped gently with his foot, and, by a smile that broadened his round face more and more, prepared the onlookers for what was to follow.
Everyone again looked toward the door, which creaked as the second princess went in with the drink she had prepared according to Lorrain's instructions.
His eyes too seemed strange; at one moment they looked impudently sly and at the next glanced round in alarm.
The princess, holding her little dog on her lap with her thin bony hands, looked attentively into Prince Vasili's eyes evidently resolved not to be the first to break silence, if she had to wait till morning.
Prince Vasili looked questioningly at the princess, but could not make out whether she was considering what he had just said or whether she was simply looking at him.
While he was getting down from the carriage steps two men, who looked like tradespeople, ran hurriedly from the entrance and hid in the shadow of the wall.
He looked at Prince Vasili in perplexity, and only later grasped that a stroke was an attack of illness.
Once more Pierre looked questioningly at Anna Mikhaylovna to see what he was to do next.
Anna Mikhaylovna looked attentively at the sick man's eyes, trying to guess what he wanted; she pointed first to Pierre, then to some drink, then named Prince Vasili in an inquiring whisper, then pointed to the quilt.
He looked inquiringly at his monitress and saw that she was again going on tiptoe to the reception room where they had left Prince Vasili and the eldest princess.
His cheeks, which were so flabby that they looked heavier below, were twitching violently; but he wore the air of a man little concerned in what the two ladies were saying.
Pierre looked at her over his spectacles.
Pierre understood nothing of all this and coloring shyly looked in silence at Princess Anna Mikhaylovna.
I have looked at it.
Her eyes, always sad, now looked with particular hopelessness at her reflection in the glass.
As with everyone, her face assumed a forced unnatural expression as soon as she looked in a glass.
Prince Andrew apparently knew this as well as Tikhon; he looked at his watch as if to ascertain whether his father's habits had changed since he was at home last, and, having assured himself that they had not, he turned to his wife.
Princess Mary looked at her brother in surprise.
As she became animated the prince looked at her more and more sternly, and suddenly, as if he had studied her sufficiently and had formed a definite idea of her, he turned away and addressed Michael Ivanovich.
Michael Ivanovich did not at all know when "you and I" had said such things about Bonaparte, but understanding that he was wanted as a peg on which to hang the prince's favorite topic, he looked inquiringly at the young prince, wondering what would follow.
Prince Andrew's face looked very thoughtful and tender.
Prince Andrew smiled as he looked at his sister, as we smile at those we think we thoroughly understand.
She looked timidly at her brother.
Prince Andrew looked sternly at her and an expression of anger suddenly came over his face.
He said nothing to her but looked at her forehead and hair, without looking at her eyes, with such contempt that the Frenchwoman blushed and went away without a word.
He seized his son by the hand with small bony fingers, shook it, looked straight into his son's face with keen eyes which seemed to see through him, and again laughed his frigid laugh.
He cautiously released the shoulder she leaned on, looked into her face, and carefully placed her in an easy chair.
Princess Mary, supporting her sister-in-law, still looked with her beautiful eyes full of tears at the door through which Prince Andrew had gone and made the sign of the cross in his direction.
Hardly had Prince Andrew gone when the study door opened quickly and the stern figure of the old man in the white dressing gown looked out.
The general looked the captain up and down as he came up panting, slackening his pace as he approached.
Beside Kutuzov sat an Austrian general, in a white uniform that looked strange among the Russian black ones.
Dolokhov looked round but did not say anything, nor did the mocking smile on his lips change.
When he looked at my feet, friend... well, thinks I...
And that other one with him, the Austrian, looked as if he were smeared with chalk--as white as flour!
Having jerked out these last words as soldiers do and waved his arms as if flinging something to the ground, the drummer--a lean, handsome soldier of forty--looked sternly at the singers and screwed up his eyes.
The Austrian general looked dissatisfied, but had no option but to reply in the same tone.
Kutuzov sighed deeply on finishing this paragraph and looked at the member of the Hofkriegsrath mildly and attentively.
He now looked like a man who has time to think of the impression he makes on others, but is occupied with agreeable and interesting work.
The unknown general looked disdainfully down at Kozlovski, who was rather short, as if surprised that anyone should not know him.
His landlord, who in a waistcoat and a pointed cap, pitchfork in hand, was clearing manure from the cowhouse, looked out, and his face immediately brightened on seeing Rostov.
Rostov looked out of the window and saw Denisov coming home.
Then he remained silent for a while, and all at once looked cheerfully with his glittering, black eyes at Rostov.
The lieutenant never looked the man he was speaking to straight in the face; his eyes continually wandered from one object to another.
Lavrushka turned all the bedding over, looked under the bed and under the table, searched everywhere, and stood still in the middle of the room.
Rostov took the purse in his hand, examined it and the money in it, and looked at Telyanin.
Denisov remained silent and did not move, but occasionally looked with his glittering black eyes at Rostov.
Rostov, growing red and pale alternately, looked first at one officer and then at the other.
Meanwhile the staff officer standing in front pointed out something to the general, who looked through his field glass.
He looked back laughing to the Cossack who stood a few steps behind him holding two horses by their bridles.
"Where are you going?" asked an infantry officer who was eating an apple, also half smiling as he looked at the handsome girl.
See, here's an officer jammed in too-- different voices were saying in the crowd, as the men looked at one another, and all pressed toward the exit from the bridge.
Nesvitski looked round and saw, some fifteen paces away but separated by the living mass of moving infantry, Vaska Denisov, red and shaggy, with his cap on the back of his black head and a cloak hanging jauntily over his shoulder.
The black, hairy, snub-nosed face of Vaska Denisov, and his whole short sturdy figure with the sinewy hairy hand and stumpy fingers in which he held the hilt of his naked saber, looked just as it usually did, especially toward evening when he had emptied his second bottle; he was only redder than usual.
It seemed to Rostov that Bogdanich was only pretending not to notice him, and that his whole aim now was to test the cadet's courage, so he drew himself up and looked around him merrily; then it seemed to him that Bogdanich rode so near in order to show him his courage.
The colonel looked silently at the officer of the suite, at the stout staff officer, and at Zherkov, and he frowned.
Rostov no longer looked at the colonel, he had no time.
Rostov wiping his muddy hands on his breeches looked at his enemy and was about to run on, thinking that the farther he went to the front the better.
How beautiful the sky looked; how blue, how calm, and how deep!
Some of them were talking (he heard Russian words), others were eating bread; the more severely wounded looked silently, with the languid interest of sick children, at the envoy hurrying past them.
Having glanced through the dispatch he laid it on the table and looked at Prince Andrew, evidently considering something.
His thin, worn, sallow face was covered with deep wrinkles, which always looked as clean and well washed as the tips of one's fingers after a Russian bath.
His small, deep-set eyes always twinkled and looked out straight.
He looked straight at Prince Andrew and suddenly unwrinkled his forehead.
Prince Andrew looked inquiringly at him and gave no reply.
Nesvitski's handsome face looked out of the little window.
Kozlovski's face looked worn--he too had evidently not slept all night.
He looked straight at his adjutant's face without recognizing him.
Prince Andrew smiled involuntarily as he looked at the artillery officer Tushin, who silent and smiling, shifting from one stockinged foot to the other, glanced inquiringly with his large, intelligent, kindly eyes from Prince Andrew to the staff officer.
Prince Andrew and the officer rode up, looked at the entrenchment, and went on again.
A young officer with a bewildered and pained expression on his face stepped away from the man and looked round inquiringly at the adjutant as he rode by.
The soldiers forming the picket line, like showmen exhibiting a curiosity, no longer looked at the French but paid attention to the sight-seers and grew weary waiting to be relieved.
But the guns remained loaded, the loopholes in blockhouses and entrenchments looked out just as menacingly, and the unlimbered cannon confronted one another as before.
He still looked ahead while Prince Andrew told him what he had seen.
Prince Bagration screwed up his eyes, looked round, and, seeing the cause of the confusion, turned away with indifference, as if to say, "Is it worth while noticing trifles?"
The short, round- shouldered Captain Tushin, stumbling over the tail of the gun carriage, moved forward and, not noticing the general, looked out shading his eyes with his small hand.
Prince Bagration turned to the officer and with his dull eyes looked at him in silence.
He carried close to his leg a narrow unsheathed sword (small, curved, and not like a real weapon) and looked now at the superior officers and now back at the men without losing step, his whole powerful body turning flexibly.
But at the moment the first report was heard, Bagration looked round and shouted, "Hurrah!"
The general and colonel looked sternly and significantly at one another like two fighting cocks preparing for battle, each vainly trying to detect signs of cowardice in the other.
From behind him Bondarchuk, an hussar he knew, jolted against him and looked angrily at him.
The French had fallen behind, and just as he looked round the first man changed his run to a walk and, turning, shouted something loudly to a comrade farther back.
The soldier was pale, his blue eyes looked impudently into the commander's face, and his lips were smiling.
The soldiers, for the most part handsome fellows and, as is always the case in an artillery company, a head and shoulders taller and twice as broad as their officer--all looked at their commander like children in an embarrassing situation, and the expression on his face was invariably reflected on theirs.
In that world, the handsome drunkard Number One of the second gun's crew was "uncle"; Tushin looked at him more often than at anyone else and took delight in his every movement.
Rostov looked at and listened listlessly to what passed before and around him.
Prince Andrew looked at Tushin from under his brows and his fingers twitched nervously.
Prince Bagration and Tushin looked with equal intentness at Bolkonski, who spoke with suppressed agitation.
He opened his eyes and looked up.
He looked at the snowflakes fluttering above the fire and remembered a Russian winter at his warm, bright home, his fluffy fur coat, his quickly gliding sleigh, his healthy body, and all the affection and care of his family.
She looked at her niece, as if inquiring what she was to do with these people.
Helene stooped forward to make room, and looked round with a smile.
And Pierre, anxiously trying to remember whether he had done anything reprehensible, looked round with a blush.
He felt it awkward to attract everyone's attention and to be considered a lucky man and, with his plain face, to be looked on as a sort of Paris possessed of a Helen.
Then it would suddenly seem to him that it was not she but he was so unusually beautiful, and that that was why they all looked so at him, and flattered by this general admiration he would expand his chest, raise his head, and rejoice at his good fortune.
The sight of the discomposure of that old man of the world touched Pierre: he looked at Helene and she too seemed disconcerted, and her look seemed to say: "Well, it is your own fault."
He looked at her face.
The prince looked at his daughter's frightened face and snorted.
(He looked at his blushing daughter.)
Prince Vasili's two valets were busy dressing him, and he looked round with much animation and cheerfully nodded to his son as the latter entered, as if to say: "Yes, that's how I want you to look."
They looked at the beautiful, large, thoughtful eyes full of tears and of thoughts, gazing shiningly and imploringly at them, and understood that it was useless and even cruel to insist.
Mademoiselle Bourienne and the little princess had to own to themselves that Princess Mary in this guise looked very plain, worse than usual, but it was too late.
When she looked up at him she was struck by his beauty.
Anatole stood with his right thumb under a button of his uniform, his chest expanded and his back drawn in, slightly swinging one foot, and, with his head a little bent, looked with beaming face at the princess without speaking and evidently not thinking about her at all.
Anatole kissed the old man, and looked at him with curiosity and perfect composure, waiting for a display of the eccentricities his father had told him to expect.
She did not know how she found the courage, but she looked straight into his handsome face as it came near to her shortsighted eyes.
Princess Mary looked at them in silence.
Natasha looked at Sonya with wondering and inquisitive eyes, and said nothing.
When she saw the count, she stretched out her arms to him, embraced his bald head, over which she again looked at the letter and the portrait, and in order to press them again to her lips, she slightly pushed away the bald head.
This was quite true, but the count, the countess, and Natasha looked at her reproachfully.
He looked intently and inquiringly into his friend's eyes, evidently trying in vain to find the answer to some question.
Again Rostov looked intently into Boris' eyes and sighed.
"As to your business," Prince Andrew continued, addressing Boris, "we will talk of it later" (and he looked round at Rostov).
It looked as if by that slight motion the army itself was expressing its joy at the approach of the Emperors.
While Prince Andrew went to report about the purple-faced general, that gentleman--evidently not sharing Boris' conception of the advantages of the unwritten code of subordination--looked so fixedly at the presumptuous lieutenant who had prevented his finishing what he had to say to the adjutant that Boris felt uncomfortable.
The Emperor, surrounded by his suite of officers and courtiers, was riding a bobtailed chestnut mare, a different one from that which he had ridden at the review, and bending to one side he gracefully held a gold lorgnette to his eyes and looked at a soldier who lay prone, with blood on his uncovered head.
Rostov saw how the Emperor's rather round shoulders shuddered as if a cold shiver had run down them, how his left foot began convulsively tapping the horse's side with the spur, and how the well-trained horse looked round unconcerned and did not stir.
Kutuzov looked sternly at his adjutant and, after a pause, replied: I think the battle will be lost, and so I told Count Tolstoy and asked him to tell the Emperor.
Then Miloradovich looked round significantly at the other generals.
Kutuzov here woke up, coughed heavily, and looked round at the generals.
How he looked at me and wished to say something, but dared not....
Bushes looked like gigantic trees and level ground like cliffs and slopes.
Last night I looked at the campfires and there was no end of them.
He looked now at the Pratzen Heights, now at the sun floating up out of the mist.
When the soldiers of the regiment in front of which Kutuzov was standing began to shout, he rode a little to one side and looked round with a frown.
Along the road from Pratzen galloped what looked like a squadron of horsemen in various uniforms.
He was slightly flushed after galloping two miles, and reining in his horse he sighed restfully and looked round at the faces of his suite, young and animated as his own.
The Tsar looked intently and observantly into Kutuzov's eye waiting to hear whether he would say anything more.
Bolkonski only tried not to lose touch with it, and looked around bewildered and unable to grasp what was happening in front of him.
Oh! groaned Kutuzov despairingly and looked around....
But he did not look at them: he looked only at what was going on in front of him--at the battery.
The men looked at him and pressed to the bank, hesitating to step onto the ice.
He looked up at the opening door and his expression of sleepy indifference suddenly changed to one of delighted amazement.
Sonya too, all rosy red, clung to his arm and, radiant with bliss, looked eagerly toward his eyes, waiting for the look for which she longed.
And the count turned to the cook, who, with a shrewd and respectful expression, looked observantly and sympathetically at the father and son.
Rostov looked inimically at Pierre, first because Pierre appeared to his hussar eyes as a rich civilian, the husband of a beauty, and in a word--an old woman; and secondly because Pierre in his preoccupation and absent-mindedness had not recognized Rostov and had not responded to his greeting.
He looked about distractedly and screwed up his eyes as if dazzled by the sun.
Pierre, with a gentle smile of pity and remorse, his arms and legs helplessly spread out, stood with his broad chest directly facing Dolokhov looked sorrowfully at him.
He woke up and looked round for a while with a startled expression, unable to realize where he was.
She did not sit down but looked at him with a contemptuous smile, waiting for the valet to go.
Pierre wished to say something, looked at her with eyes whose strange expression she did not understand, and lay down again.
She said nothing but looked about uneasily as if in search of something.
She looked at Princess Mary, then sat thinking for a while with that expression of attention to something within her that is only seen in pregnant women, and suddenly began to cry.
After a while he re-entered it as if to snuff the candles, and, seeing the prince was lying on the sofa, looked at him, noticed his perturbed face, shook his head, and going up to him silently kissed him on the shoulder and left the room without snuffing the candles or saying why he had entered.
She looked at him inquiringly and with childlike reproach.
He looked up joyfully at the baby when the nurse brought it to him and nodded approval when she told him that the wax with the baby's hair had not sunk in the font but had floated.
He was pointedly attentive to Sonya and looked at her in such a way that not only could she not bear his glances without coloring, but even the old countess and Natasha blushed when they saw his looks.
Only on horse back and in the mazurka was Denisov's short stature not noticeable and he looked the fine fellow he felt himself to be.
He looked at the countess, and seeing her severe face said: "Well, good-by, Countess," and kissing her hand, he left the room with quick resolute strides, without looking at Natasha.
Without changing his careless attitude, Pierre looked at them over his spectacles unable to understand what they wanted or how they could go on living without having solved the problems that so absorbed him.
With a pair of felt boots on his thin bony legs, and keeping on a worn, nankeen-covered, sheepskin coat, the traveler sat down on the sofa, leaned back his big head with its broad temples and close-cropped hair, and looked at Bezukhov.
Pierre looked at him.
Pierre looked at him and had not time to turn away when the old man, opening his eyes, fixed his steady and severe gaze straight on Pierre's face.
Pierre looked silently and inquiringly at him over his spectacles.
And again, glancing at the stranger's hands, he looked more closely at the ring, with its skull--a masonic sign.
The Mason looked intently at Pierre and smiled as a rich man with millions in hand might smile at a poor fellow who told him that he, poor man, had not the five rubles that would make him happy.
Pierre looked at that aged, stern, motionless, almost lifeless face and moved his lips without uttering a sound.
Trying to stimulate his emotions he looked around.
Pierre gradually began to recover himself and looked about at the room and at the people in it.
Pierre, perplexed, looked round with his shortsighted eyes without obeying, and suddenly doubts arose in his mind.
He finished and, getting up, embraced and kissed Pierre, who, with tears of joy in his eyes, looked round him, not knowing how to answer the congratulations and greetings from acquaintances that met him on all sides.
Prince Andrew looked at his sister.
Pierre embraced him and lifting his spectacles kissed his friend on the cheek and looked at him closely.
Pierre said nothing; he looked fixedly at his friend with surprise.
Pierre looked silently and searchingly into Prince Andrew's face, which had grown much older.
Prince Andrew looked silently at Pierre with an ironic smile.
And he looked at Pierre with a mocking, challenging expression.
And I have looked in....
She looked at him with her beautiful radiant eyes and seemed to say, "I like you very much, but please don't laugh at my people."
"Really?" said Pierre, gazing over his spectacles with curiosity and seriousness (for which Princess Mary was specially grateful to him) into Ivanushka's face, who, seeing that she was being spoken about, looked round at them all with crafty eyes.
Ivanushka, sipping out of her saucer, looked with sly womanish eyes from under her brows at the young men.
Princess Mary looked at him silently and smiled affectionately.
When spring came on, the soldiers found a plant just showing out of the ground that looked like asparagus, which, for some reason, they called "Mashka's sweet root."
The assistant looked fagged out.
Rostov looked at the young soldier and a cold chill ran down his back.
Rostov looked at him, trying to remember where he had seen him before.
Boris looked at his general inquiringly and immediately saw that he was being tested.
At the moment the Emperors went into the pavilion he looked at his watch, and did not forget to look at it again when Alexander came out.
Rostov looked frowningly at the Frenchmen, bowed reluctantly, and remained silent.
Rostov felt so ill at ease and uncomfortable with Boris that, when the latter looked in after supper, he pretended to be asleep, and early next morning went away, avoiding Boris.
And passing people who looked after him with curiosity, he entered the porch of the Emperor's house.
He stopped and looked about him, brightening everything around by his glance.
So vividly did he recall that hospital stench of dead flesh that he looked round to see where the smell came from.
He was not thinking of anything, but looked absent-mindedly and cheerfully from side to side.
"But where is it?" he again wondered, gazing at the left side of the road, and without recognizing it he looked with admiration at the very oak he sought.
Then he would turn away to the portrait of his dead Lise, who with hair curled a la grecque looked tenderly and gaily at him out of the gilt frame.
She did not now say those former terrible words to him, but looked simply, merrily, and inquisitively at him.
He spoke slowly, with assurance that he would be listened to, and he looked only at the person with whom he was conversing.
When Kochubey introduced Prince Andrew, Speranski slowly turned his eyes to Bolkonski with his customary smile and looked at him in silence.
I looked round and saw Brother A. standing on the fence and pointing me to a broad avenue and garden, and in the garden was a large and beautiful building.
But he looked at me with vexation and jumped up, breaking off his remarks.
Joseph Alexeevich's face had looked young and bright.
I looked at him, still holding him in my arms, and saw that his face was young, but that he had no hair on his head and his features were quite changed.
In Petersburg they were provincials, and the very people they had entertained in Moscow without inquiring to what set they belonged, here looked down on them.
He looked round more frequently toward her, and broke off in what he was saying.
The same inquisitive, challenging, and rather mocking eyes still looked at him.
The countess--her prayerful mood dispelled--looked round and frowned.
As she said this the countess looked round at her daughter.
Natasha smiled and looked at her mother.
"Say what you like," exclaimed Sonya, in a despairing voice as she looked at Natasha, "say what you like, it's still too long."
Natasha looked in the mirrors and could not distinguish her reflection from the others.
She looked at her and gave her alone a special smile in addition to her usual smile as hostess.
The handsome Anatole was smilingly talking to a partner on his arm and looked at Natasha as one looks at a wall.
The Emperor looked smilingly down the room.
Her slender bare arms and neck were not beautiful--compared to Helene's her shoulders looked thin and her bosom undeveloped.
Prince Andrew looked at the laughing Speranski with astonishment, regret, and disillusionment.
He looked at Natasha as she sang, and something new and joyful stirred in his soul.
The countess looked with sad and sternly serious eyes at Prince Andrew when he talked to Natasha and timidly started some artificial conversation about trifles as soon as he looked her way.
He looked at her and was struck by the serious impassioned expression of her face.
Prince Andrew held her hands, looked into her eyes, and did not find in his heart his former love for her.
She looked into her lover's face and saw in it a look of commiseration and perplexity.
As for Natasha, for a long while Nicholas wondered and laughed whenever he looked at her.
Her brother often wondered as he looked at her.
On the fifteenth, when young Rostov, in his dressing gown, looked out of the window, he saw it was an unsurpassable morning for hunting: it was as if the sky were melting and sinking to the earth without any wind.
The earth in the kitchen garden looked wet and black and glistened like poppy seed and at a short distance merged into the dull, moist veil of mist.
He doffed his Circassian cap to his master and looked at him scornfully.
"Uncle" looked round disapprovingly at Petya and Natasha.
"In the first place, Trunila is not a 'dog,' but a harrier," thought Nicholas, and looked sternly at his sister, trying to make her feel the distance that ought to separate them at that moment.
His eyes were rather moist and glittered more than usual, and as he sat in his saddle, wrapped up in his fur coat, he looked like a child taken out for an outing.
The count, forgetting to smooth out the smile on his face, looked into the distance straight before him, down the narrow open space, holding the snuffbox in his hand but not taking any.
The count, like a punished schoolboy, looked round, trying by a smile to win Simon's sympathy for his plight.
Again he looked to the right and saw something running toward him across the deserted field.
Rostov, holding his breath, looked round at the borzois.
When she was touched, she jerked her bound legs and looked wildly yet simply at everybody.
And considering it polite to return the young count's compliment, Ilagin looked at his borzois and picked out Milka who attracted his attention by her breadth.
"A full-grown one?" asked Ilagin as he approached the whip who had sighted the hare--and not without agitation he looked round and whistled to Erza.
They looked at one another (now that the hunt was over and they were in the house, Nicholas no longer considered it necessary to show his manly superiority over his sister), Natasha gave him a wink, and neither refrained long from bursting into a peal of ringing laughter even before they had a pretext ready to account for it.
With hospitable dignity and cordiality in her glance and in every motion, she looked at the visitors and, with a pleasant smile, bowed respectfully.
There was still the hunting establishment which Nicholas had enlarged.
The countess lifted her head and looked attentively at her daughter.
He was gray, you remember, and had white teeth, and stood and looked at us...
Everyone told her she looked very handsome, and she was in a spirited and energetic mood unusual with her.
It was so light that he could see the moonlight reflected from the metal harness disks and from the eyes of the horses, who looked round in alarm at the noisy party under the shadow of the porch roof.
"That used to be Sonya," thought he, and looked at her closer and smiled.
Again checking his horses, Nicholas looked around him.
And he looked round in the sleigh.
Sometimes, as she looked at the strange but amusing capers cut by the dancers, who--having decided once for all that being disguised, no one would recognize them--were not at all shy, Pelageya Danilovna hid her face in her handkerchief, and her whole stout body shook with irrepressible, kindly, elderly laughter.
The log walls of the barn and its snow-covered roof, that looked as if hewn out of some precious stone, sparkled in the moonlight.
He looked and recognizing in her both the old and the new Sonya, and being reminded by the smell of burnt cork of the sensation of her kiss, inhaled the frosty air with a full breast and, looking at the ground flying beneath him and at the sparkling sky, felt himself again in fairyland.
Pierre looked at Rostopchin with naive astonishment, not understanding why he should be disturbed by the bad composition of the Note.
The old prince looked at Rostopchin with a smile and wagged his head approvingly.
He looked straight before him and smiled quietly.
Meeting at large gatherings Julie and Boris looked on one another as the only souls who understood one another in a world of indifferent people.
Princess Mary looked frightened.
Natasha and Princess Mary looked at one another in silence, and the longer they did so without saying what they wanted to say, the greater grew their antipathy to one another.
I would not be silly and afraid of things, I would simply embrace him, cling to him, and make him look at me with those searching inquiring eyes with which he has so often looked at me, and then I would make him laugh as he used to laugh.
Her black eyes looked at the crowd without seeking anyone, and her delicate arm, bare to above the elbow, lay on the velvet edge of the box, while, evidently unconsciously, she opened and closed her hand in time to the music, crumpling her program.
He looked at the Rostovs from under his brows and said something, smiling, to his betrothed.
While Natasha was fixing her gaze on her for the second time the lady looked round and, meeting the count's eyes, nodded to him and smiled.
As she looked and thought, the strangest fancies unexpectedly and disconnectedly passed through her mind: the idea occurred to her of jumping onto the edge of the box and singing the air the actress was singing, then she wished to touch with her fan an old gentleman sitting not far from her, then to lean over to Helene and tickle her.
Having looked at Natasha he approached his sister, laid his well gloved hand on the edge of her box, nodded to her, and leaning forward asked a question, with a motion toward Natasha.
His face looked sad, and he had grown still stouter since Natasha last saw him.
During this act every time Natasha looked toward the stalls she saw Anatole Kuragin with an arm thrown across the back of his chair, staring at her.
She looked about with pleasure, smiling joyfully.
She looked straight into his eyes, and his nearness, self-assurance, and the good- natured tenderness of his smile vanquished her.
She looked at Natasha's dresses and praised them, as well as a new dress of her own made of "metallic gauze," which she had received from Paris, and advised Natasha to have one like it.
Natasha looked at the fat actress, but neither saw nor heard nor understood anything of what went on before her.
Natasha without saying anything stepped up to her father and looked at him with surprised inquiring eyes.
Natasha, animated and excited, looked about her with wide-open frightened eyes and seemed merrier than usual.
Natasha looked round at her, and then, red and trembling, threw a frightened look of inquiry at Anatole and moved toward the door.
Natasha looked at Sonya with wide-open eyes as if she could not grasp the question.
Natasha looked at Sonya with astonishment.
Anatole returned and looked at Dolokhov, trying to give him his attention and evidently submitting to him involuntarily.
Dolokhov with a cold smile and a gleam in his handsome insolent eyes looked at him--evidently wishing to get some more amusement out of him.
Anatole looked at his watch.
Having looked in a mirror, and standing before Dolokhov in the same pose he had assumed before it, he lifted a glass of wine.
But Natasha was not asleep; with pale face and fixed wide-open eyes she looked straight before her.
Natasha looked from one to the other as a hunted and wounded animal looks at the approaching dogs and sportsmen.
Pierre paused and looked at Anatole no longer with an angry but with a questioning look.
Princess Mary looked at him with astonishment.
Prince Andrew, as if trying to remember whether he had something more to say, or waiting to see if Pierre would say anything, looked fixedly at him.
Pierre sniffed as he looked at her, but did not speak.
Early in the morning of the twelfth of June he came out of his tent, which was pitched that day on the steep left bank of the Niemen, and looked through a spyglass at the streams of his troops pouring out of the Vilkavisski forest and flowing over the three bridges thrown across the river.
Napoleon looked up and down the river, dismounted, and sat down on a log that lay on the bank.
Having finished speaking to her, the Emperor looked inquiringly at Balashev and, evidently understanding that he only acted thus because there were important reasons for so doing, nodded slightly to the lady and turned to him.
Arakcheev looked at the Emperor from under his brow and, sniffing with his red nose, stepped forward from the crowd as if expecting the Emperor to address him.
Balashev looked around him, awaiting the arrival of an officer from the village.
The Russian Cossacks and bugler and the French hussars looked silently at one another from time to time.
The officer, the soldiers, and their horses all looked smart and well kept.
On seeing the Russian general he threw back his head, with its long hair curling to his shoulders, in a majestically royal manner, and looked inquiringly at the French colonel.
He glanced with his large eyes into Balashav's face and immediately looked past him.
When Napoleon, having finished speaking, looked inquiringly at the Russian envoy, Balashev began a speech he had prepared long before: Sire!
Napoleon seemed to say, as with a scarcely perceptible smile he looked at Balashev's uniform and sword.
He looked compassionately at Balashev, and as soon as the latter tried to make some rejoinder hastily interrupted him.
He paused, looked ironically straight into Balashev's eyes, and said in a quiet voice:
"I understand you" (she looked down).
She looked a little above Prince Andrew's head with the confident, accustomed look with which one looks at the place where a familiar portrait hangs.
Chernyshev and Prince Andrew went out into the porch, where the Emperor, who looked fatigued, was dismounting.
If the thought that things looked bad chanced to enter anyone's head, he tried to be as cheerful as befits a good soldier and not to think of the general trend of affairs, but only of the task nearest to hand.
Rostov looked at him in silence.
Returning from the yard, the doctor told his wife (who had ceased to smile so happily, and looked at him in alarm, awaiting her sentence) that the rain had ceased and they must go to sleep in their covered cart, or everything in it would be stolen.
He could already see how these men, who looked so small at the foot of the hill, jostled and overtook one another, waving their arms and their sabers in the air.
The doctor came every day, felt her pulse, looked at her tongue, and regardless of her grief-stricken face joked with her.
The countess, with a cheerful expression on her face, looked down at her nails and spat a little for luck as she returned to the drawing room.
It always seemed to her that everyone who looked at her was thinking only of what had happened to her.
The countess looked round several times at her daughter's softened face and shining eyes and prayed God to help her.
Everybody followed his example and they looked at one another in surprise.
He looked at the count.
"What a darling our Papa is!" she cried, kissing him, and she again looked at Pierre with the unconscious coquetry that had returned to her with her better spirits.
The countess, in dismay, looked up to heaven, clasped her hands, and turned angrily to her husband.
Why are you upset? asked Natasha, and she looked challengingly into Pierre's eyes.
They looked at each other with dismayed and embarrassed faces.
"Flesh, bodies, cannon fodder!" he thought, and he looked at his own naked body and shuddered, not from cold but from a sense of disgust and horror he did not himself understand, aroused by the sight of that immense number of bodies splashing about in the dirty pond.
She looked at him in dismay trying to guess what he wanted of her.
Straining all her faculties Princess Mary looked at him.
Alpatych looked intently at Dron and frowned.
The windows of the room in which she was lying looked westward.
The princess looked up at her.
Princess Mary looked at her companion without understanding what she was talking about.
The old valet Tikhon, with sunken, emaciated face that bore the stamp of inconsolable grief, replied: "Yes, Princess" to all Princess Mary's questions and hardly refrained from sobbing as he looked at her.
He looked askance at Princess Mary and said: "There are no horses; I told Yakov Alpatych so."
Dron looked intently at the princess while she was speaking.
Rostov looked at the tipsy peasants and smiled.
What gentleness and nobility there are in her features and expression! thought he as he looked at her and listened to her timid story.
She turned away, and then, as if fearing he might take her words as meant to move him to pity, looked at him with an apprehensive glance of inquiry.
It was at those moments that Dunyasha noticed her smiling as she looked out of the carriage window.
He pulled himself together, looked round, screwing up his eyes, glanced at Prince Andrew, and, evidently not recognizing him, moved with his waddling gait to the porch.
Kutuzov looked at him with eyes wide open with dismay and then took off his cap and crossed himself:
At those words Kutuzov looked round.
He looked at the paper again.
The soldier with the swollen cheek looked angrily at the cavalry singers.
He kept looking to either side of the road for familiar faces, but only saw everywhere the unfamiliar faces of various military men of different branches of the service, who all looked with astonishment at his white hat and green tail coat.
Staggering amid the crush, Pierre looked about him.
Kutuzov repeated, his laughing eye narrowing more and more as he looked at Pierre.
Pierre looked at Dolokhov with a smile, not knowing what to say to him.
From Gorki, Bennigsen descended the highroad to the bridge which, when they had looked at it from the hill, the officer had pointed out as being the center of our position and where rows of fragrant new-mown hay lay by the riverside.
Pierre also looked at them, trying to guess which of the scarcely discernible figures was Napoleon.
He looked at the row of birches shining in the sunshine, with their motionless green and yellow foliage and white bark.
Prince Andrew looked out of the shed and saw Pierre, who had tripped over a pole on the ground and had nearly fallen, coming his way.
Pierre looked at Timokhin with the condescendingly interrogative smile with which everybody involuntarily addressed that officer.
Timokhin looked about in confusion, not knowing what or how to answer such a question.
Pierre looked at him in surprise.
Prince Andrew glanced at Timokhin, who looked at his commander in alarm and bewilderment.
Prince Andrew smiled now the same happy smile as then when he had looked into her eyes.
Napoleon, frowning, looked at him from under his brows.
Napoleon looked at him.
He looked at his watch.
Napoleon walked about in front of his tent, looked at the fires and listened to these sounds, and as he was passing a tall guardsman in a shaggy cap, who was standing sentinel before his tent and had drawn himself up like a black pillar at sight of the Emperor, Napoleon stopped in front of him.
Telling the groom to follow him with the horses, Pierre went down the street to the knoll from which he had looked at the field of battle the day before.
Mounting the steps to the knoll Pierre looked at the scene before him, spellbound by beauty.
He looked about him with a smile which did not leave his face.
The adjutant looked angrily at him, evidently also intending to shout at him, but on recognizing him he nodded.
The adjutant looked at Pierre as if puzzled what to do with him now.
The soldiers looked askance at him with surprise and even alarm as they went past him.
The soldiers shook their heads disapprovingly as they looked at Pierre.
A shell tore up the earth two paces from Pierre and he looked around with a smile as he brushed from his clothes some earth it had thrown up.
Pierre looked over the wall of the trench and was particularly struck by a pale young officer who, letting his sword hang down, was walking backwards and kept glancing uneasily around.
The sun had risen brightly and its slanting rays struck straight into Napoleon's face as, shading his eyes with his hand, he looked at the fleches.
The smoke spread out before them, and at times it looked as if the smoke were moving, at times as if the troops moved.
Napoleon, standing on the knoll, looked through a field glass, and in its small circlet saw smoke and men, sometimes his own and sometimes Russians, but when he looked again with the naked eye, he could not tell where what he had seen was.
All their faces looked dejected, and they all shunned one another's eyes--only a de Beausset could fail to grasp the meaning of what was happening.
He stopped and looked at the ranks.
Prince Andrew opened his eyes and looked up at the speaker from the stretcher into which his head had sunk deep and again his eyelids drooped.
Like all the others near the speaker, Prince Andrew looked at him with shining eyes and experienced a sense of comfort.
He raised his head and looked about him, but above the level of the wounded men.
After turning his head from right to left for some time, he sighed and looked down.
Malasha looked down from the oven with shy delight at the faces, uniforms, and decorations of the generals, who one after another came into the room and sat down on the broad benches in the corner under the icons.
He had a St. George's Cross round his neck and looked pale and ill.
Malasha too looked at "Granddad."
They all looked at him.
Helene with an uneasy smile looked at his curly hair and his plump, clean-shaven, blackish cheeks and every moment expected the conversation to take a fresh turn.
As he sat bending greedily over it, helping himself to large spoonfuls and chewing one after another, his face was lit up by the fire and the soldiers looked at him in silence.
Natasha got up and looked out of the window.
The countess looked with timid horror at her son's eager, excited face as he said this.
The old servant returned to the caleche, looked into it, shook his head disconsolately, told the driver to turn into the yard, and stopped beside Mavra Kuzminichna.
"Well, Vasilich, is everything ready?" asked the count, and stroking his bald head he looked good-naturedly at the officer and the orderly and nodded to them.
The count looked around him.
He looked attentively at the carts in the yard and while going up to the porch took out a clean pocket handkerchief and tied a knot in it.
Berg and the countess looked at her, perplexed and frightened.
Natasha looked at her inquiringly.
Occasionally she leaned out of the carriage window and looked back and then forward at the long train of wounded in front of them.
She did not know who was in it, but each time she looked at the procession her eyes sought that caleche.
In fact, however, though now much farther off than before, the Rostovs all saw Pierre--or someone extraordinarily like him--in a coachman's coat, going down the street with head bent and a serious face beside a small, beardless old man who looked like a footman.
At length when he had understood and looked in the direction the old man indicated, he recognized Natasha, and following his first impulse stepped instantly and rapidly toward the coach.
When he felt he was being looked at he behaved like an ostrich which hides its head in a bush in order not to be seen: he hung his head and quickening his pace went down the street.
Gerasim looked cautiously into the study several times and saw Pierre always sitting in the same attitude.
Makar Alexeevich came twice that evening shuffling along in his galoshes as far as the door and stopped and looked ingratiatingly at Pierre.
When with due circumspection Napoleon was informed that Moscow was empty, he looked angrily at his informant, turned away, and silently continued to walk to and fro.
Rostopchin, coming out there with quick angry steps, looked hastily around as if seeking someone.
At the count's first words he raised it slowly and looked up at him as if wishing to say something or at least to meet his eye.
Kutuzov looked at Rostopchin as if, not grasping what was said to him, he was trying to read something peculiar written at that moment on the face of the man addressing him.
Several French officers superintended the placing of the guns and looked at the Kremlin through field glasses.
Pierre, coming out into the corridor, looked with pity and repulsion at the half-crazy old man.
For a few seconds he looked at him in silence.
The captain was so naively and good-humoredly gay, so real, and so pleased with himself that Pierre almost winked back as he looked merrily at him.
The captain looked at Pierre.
The Frenchman looked at his guilty face and smiled.
Pierre looked at him in silence.
"Onterkoff," said the captain and looked at Pierre for some seconds with laughing eyes.
The captain looked at Pierre by the candlelight and was evidently struck by the troubled expression on his companion's face.
Pierre did not answer, but looked cordially into the Frenchman's eyes whose expression of sympathy was pleasing to him.
But Natasha looked at her as if not understanding what was said to her and again fixed her eyes on the corner of the stove.
And as if in order not to offend Sonya and to get rid of her, she turned her face to the window, looked out in such a way that it was evident that she could not see anything, and again settled down in her former attitude.
Her head moved from side to side from habit, but her eyes, feverishly wide, looked fixedly before her.
Horribly unlike a man as that body looked, she must see him.
The conflagration, at which he had looked with so much indifference the evening before, had greatly increased during the night.
Both the Russians and the French looked at Pierre with surprise.
She was sitting on some bundles a little behind the old woman, and looked from under her long lashes with motionless, large, almond-shaped eyes at the ground before her.
When he had reached the fence, still without finding those he sought, he stopped and looked about him.
Pierre looked around him with bloodshot eyes and did not reply.
His face probably looked very terrible, for the officer said something in a whisper and four more uhlans left the ranks and placed themselves on both sides of Pierre.
Everybody looked at him, understanding what he meant.
Her eyes" (Nicholas looked at his partner) "are blue, her mouth coral and ivory; her figure" (he glanced at her shoulders) "like Diana's...."
She looked at him and, screwing up her eyes sternly, continued to upbraid the general who had won from her.
Mademoiselle Bourienne, who was in the drawing room, looked at Princess Mary in bewildered surprise.
He took the boy on his knee, played with him, and looked round at Princess Mary.
Nicholas looked at her face with surprise.
The princess looked at him, not grasping what he was saying, but cheered by the expression of regretful sympathy on his face.
You remember when I looked in the mirror for you... at Otradnoe at Christmas?
She spoke in a soft, tremulous voice, and in the weary eyes that looked over her spectacles Sonya read all that the countess meant to convey with these words.
He did not then realize the significance of the burning of Moscow, and looked at the fires with horror.
But before he had decided what to do, Davout raised his head, pushed his spectacles back on his forehead, screwed up his eyes, and looked intently at him.
Davout looked up and gazed intently at him.
For some seconds they looked at one another, and that look saved Pierre.
It was not Davout, who had looked at him in so human a way.
Pierre looked round at his fellow prisoners and scrutinized them.
The convicts stopped when they reached the post and, while sacks were being brought, looked dumbly around as a wounded beast looks at an approaching huntsman.
Pierre, breathing heavily, looked around as if asking what it meant.
He looked at them without understanding who they were, why they were there, or what they wanted of him.
He looked at their faces and figures, but they all seemed to him equally meaningless.
That feeling was so strong at the moment of leaving Voronezh that those who saw her off, as they looked at her careworn, despairing face, felt sure she would fall ill on the journey.
Princess Mary looked at him with frightened inquiry, not understanding why he did not reply to what she chiefly wanted to know: how was her brother?
While talking to Princess Mary he continually looked round as if asking everyone whether he was doing the right thing.
The princess looked round and saw Natasha coming in, almost running-- that Natasha whom she had liked so little at their meeting in Moscow long since.
When little Nicholas was brought into Prince Andrew's room he looked at his father with frightened eyes, but did not cry, because no one else was crying.
He looked at her attentively.
He understood it completely, and, leaving the room without crying, went silently up to Natasha who had come out with him and looked shyly at her with his beautiful, thoughtful eyes, then his uplifted, rosy upper lip trembled and leaning his head against her he began to cry.
He had felt it for the first time when the shell spun like a top before him, and he looked at the fallow field, the bushes, and the sky, and knew that he was face to face with death.
He looked at her without moving and saw that she wanted to draw a deep breath after stooping, but refrained from doing so and breathed cautiously.
"Can it or can it not be?" he now thought as he looked at her and listened to the light click of the steel needles.
Twice she turned and looked at him, and her eyes met his beaming at her.
He did not answer and looked at her strangely, not understanding.
Natasha went up, looked at the dead eyes, and hastened to close them.
Kutuzov looked at them searchingly, stopped his carriage, and inquired what regiment they belonged to.
"They can still be called back," said one of his suite, who like Count Orlov felt distrustful of the adventure when he looked at the enemy's camp.
Pierre first looked down the field across which vehicles and horsemen were passing that morning, then into the distance across the river, then at the dog who was pretending to be in earnest about biting him, and then at his bare feet which he placed with pleasure in various positions, moving his dirty thick big toes.
Every time he looked at his bare feet a smile of animated self-satisfaction flitted across his face.
The Frenchman, having pushed his head and hands through, without raising his eyes, looked down at the shirt and examined the seams.
Pierre saw that Platon did not want to understand what the Frenchman was saying, and he looked on without interfering.
The Frenchman looked at the linen, considered for a moment, then looked inquiringly at Pierre and, as if Pierre's look had told him something, suddenly blushed and shouted in a squeaky voice:
They looked at him and at his shoes mistrustfully, as at an alien.
Pierre stopped laughing, got up, went farther away from the inquisitive man, and looked around him.
His thin face with its short, thick black beard looked angry.
The horses, being drenched by the rain, all looked black whether chestnut or bay.
Their necks, with their wet, close-clinging manes, looked strangely thin.
The esaul looked in the direction Denisov indicated.
He ascended an incline, stopped, looked about him, and advanced to where the screen of trees was less dense.
The boy, thrusting his cold hands into his pockets and lifting his eyebrows, looked at Denisov in affright, but in spite of an evident desire to say all he knew gave confused answers, merely assenting to everything Denisov asked him.
Petya, rapidly turning his head, looked now at the drummer boy, now at Denisov, now at the esaul, and now at the French in the village and along the road, trying not to miss anything of importance.
He looked round at the captive drummer boy and felt a pang in his heart.
Petya clenched his teeth and looked around, throwing back his head and flourishing his arms.
He looked up at the sky.
Sometimes it looked as if the clouds were passing, and a clear black sky appeared.
Having reached the valley, Denisov looked back and nodded to a Cossack beside him.
And the Cossacks looked round in surprise at the sound, like the yelp of a dog, with which Denisov turned away, walked to the wattle fence, and seized hold of it.
Their faces all looked excited and worried.
Karataev looked at Pierre with his kindly round eyes now filled with tears, evidently wishing him to come near that he might say something to him.
When the prisoners again went forward Pierre looked round.
They both looked pale, and in the expression on their faces--one of them glanced timidly at Pierre-- there was something resembling what he had seen on the face of the young soldier at the execution.
Pierre looked at the soldier and remembered that, two days before, that man had burned his shirt while drying it at the fire and how they had laughed at him.
And twisting the ramrod he looked gloomily at Pierre, who turned away and gazed into the darkness.
And he looked searchingly at her.
Natasha looked at her with eyes full of tears and in her look there was nothing but love and an entreaty for forgiveness.
Princess Mary put off her departure, and for three weeks looked after Natasha as if she had been a sick child.
Kutuzov looked long and intently at these two soldiers.
He looked about him absently.
He looked attentively around at the circle of officers, recognizing several of them.
He paused and looked around.
He looked around, and in the direct, respectful, wondering gaze fixed upon him he read sympathy with what he had said.
Kutuzov raised his head and looked for a long while into the eyes of Count Tolstoy, who stood before him holding a silver salver on which lay a small object.
All his life he had looked over the heads of the men around him, when he should have merely looked in front of him without straining his eyes.
He had only felt that it must exist somewhere and had looked for it.
He had equipped himself with a mental telescope and looked into remote space, where petty worldliness hiding itself in misty distance had seemed to him great and infinite merely because it was not clearly seen.
At present he still forgot what was said to him and still did not see what was before his eyes, but he now looked with a scarcely perceptible and seemingly ironic smile at what was before him and listened to what was said, though evidently seeing and hearing something quite different.
Pierre looked again at the companion's pale, delicate face with its black eyes and peculiar mouth, and something near to him, long forgotten and more than sweet, looked at him from those attentive eyes.
Natasha looked at him, and by way of answer to his words her eyes widened and lit up.
Natasha without waiting for Princess Mary to finish again looked inquiringly at Pierre.
Pierre unfolded his cold table napkin and, resolving to break the silence, looked at Natasha and at Princess Mary.
Princess Mary with a gentle smile looked now at Pierre and now at Natasha.
Pierre looked intently at her.
The cabmen he met and their passengers, the carpenters cutting the timber for new houses with axes, the women hawkers, and the shopkeepers, all looked at him with cheerful beaming eyes that seemed to say: Ah, there he is!
Nicholas glanced at her and, wishing to appear not to notice her abstraction, made some remark to Mademoiselle Bourienne and then again looked at the princess.
Countess Mary raised her head and tried to speak, but hastily looked down again and her lips puckered.
She looked down at her expanded figure and in the glass at her pale, sallow, emaciated face in which her eyes now looked larger than ever.
Countess Mary looked round, saw little Andrew following her, felt that Sonya was right, and for that very reason flushed and with evident difficulty refrained from saying something harsh.
I just looked in.
He looked at Natasha with sorrow and surprise as at a bad likeness of a person once dear.
The baby again opened his eyes and looked at her.
Natasha, who had come in during the conversation, looked joyfully at her husband.
The lad looked down and seemed now for the first time to notice what he had done to the things on the table.
Nicholas looked into the radiant eyes that were gazing at him, and continued to turn over the pages and read.
He had none, but looked so unhappily and greedily at the others while they were eating!
Nicholas put down the book and looked at his wife.
This evening he listened to Pierre in a sort of trance, and fancy--as we were going in to supper I looked and he had broken everything on my table to bits, and he told me of it himself at once!
She looked at him and did not think, but felt, about something different.
Natasha looked intently at him and went on:
If the source of power lies neither in the physical nor in the moral qualities of him who possesses it, it must evidently be looked for elsewhere--in the relation to the people of the man who wields the power.
He looked through them and then handed them back without comment.
They looked a lot alike in some ways.
He always looked nice, but normally he would have worn a suit for the occasion.
When Señor Medena introduced the girl as his daughter, Carmen caught her breath and looked at Alex for an explanation.
Felipa looked to be in her early twenties and had a sunshine smile that made Carmen feel welcome.
She leaned back against his arm, watching his profile as he looked out the window.
Actually, she hadn't thought how it looked to others - and there had never been any doubt in her mind that she was fortunate to have Alex.
Dulce looked nothing like Alex.
Alfonso looked to be a year or so older than Jonathan.
Later, as they walked back to their room, Jonathan looked up at Carmen.
Jonathan looked confident atop a Welch gelding.
His face looked pale and he rode with an alien stiffness.
Still, by the time they returned, Alex looked exhausted.
Alex looked surprised for a moment and then his lips clamped together firmly.
For a moment they simply looked at each other.
Felipa rolled her eyes and looked embarrassed.
For a moment Dulce actually looked sympathetic.
Finally Carmen looked at Felipa.
He looked pleased with himself until he saw Carmen.
Her figure was not as well developed as Alondra or Dulce, but she looked nice in the style and color.
Her waist looked tiny, swathed in velvet and surrounded by satin.
She leaned back and looked up at his face.
He stood on the doorstep and looked back into the house.
He looked at the wreaths from every side.
Not one of the bees so much as looked at those in her left hand.
The good minister looked at the picture for a long time.
Mary looked around and saw Samuel Miller asking his neighbor for a pencil, and Samuel was called.
Everything you saw, that your eyeballs tracked to, how long you looked at it—and not just everything you ever looked at, but your physiological response.
With all due respect to Nietzsche, we have looked long into the Abyss, but the Abyss has not looked back into us.
We have surmised the future widening of the gap between the rich and poor, and looked at how that has played out in history.
When I next saw her she was a formless heap of cotton, which I should not have recognized at all except for the two bead eyes which looked out at me reproachfully.
One day spent with the blind children made me feel thoroughly at home in my new environment, and I looked eagerly from one pleasant experience to another as the days flew swiftly by.
Discouragement and weariness cast me down frequently; but the next moment the thought that I should soon be at home and show my loved ones what I had accomplished, spurred me on, and I eagerly looked forward to their pleasure in my achievement.
I had looked forward to it for years.
Who does not remember the interest with which, when young, he looked at shelving rocks, or any approach to a cave?
That way I looked between and over the near green hills to some distant and higher ones in the horizon, tinged with blue.
They looked in the pond and at the flowers, and improved their time.
But sometimes it was a really noble and inspiring strain that reached these woods, and the trumpet that sings of fame, and I felt as if I could spit a Mexican with a good relish--for why should we always stand for trifles?--and looked round for a woodchuck or a skunk to exercise my chivalry upon.
The hills which form its shores are so steep, and the woods on them were then so high, that, as you looked down from the west end, it had the appearance of an amphitheatre for some land of sylvan spectacle.
The prince was silent and looked indifferent.
The prince answered nothing, but she looked at him significantly, awaiting a reply.
Prince Andrew looked Anna Pavlovna straight in the face with a sarcastic smile.
One of the old men nearest to him looked round, but his attention was immediately diverted by an exclamation at the other side of the table.
When she had done so Princess Mary looked inquiringly at her father.
Dessalles looked in amazement at the prince, who was talking of the Niemen when the enemy was already at the Dnieper, but Princess Mary, forgetting the geographical position of the Niemen, thought that what her father was saying was correct.
Frowning with vexation at the effort necessary to divest himself of his coat and trousers, the prince undressed, sat down heavily on the bed, and appeared to be meditating as he looked contemptuously at his withered yellow legs.
As he went along he looked with pleasure at the year's splendid crop of corn, scrutinized the strips of ryefield which here and there were already being reaped, made his calculations as to the sowing and the harvest, and asked himself whether he had not forgotten any of the prince's orders.
Alpatych looked out of the window and went to the door.
Prince Andrew looked at him and without replying went on speaking to Alpatych.
Alpatych turned his face to Prince Andrew, looked at him, and suddenly with a solemn gesture raised his arm.
She assumed an attitude of prayer, looked at the icons, repeated the words of a prayer, but she could not pray.
Normally it was a raised area, dark pink, but now it looked red and angry.