Denisov smiled, took out of his sabretache a handkerchief that diffused a smell of perfume, and put it to Nesvitski's nose.
Rostov also tried to rise but fell back, his sabretache having become entangled in the saddle.
Natasha... take my sabretache..."--"Keep to the right, your honor, there are bushes here," came the voice of an hussar, past whom Rostov was riding in the act of falling asleep.
Natasha... sabretache... saber them...
Yes, Na-tasha, sabretache, oh, yes, yes!
Joseph, his valet, handed him his sabretache and saber, and they all went out into the vestibule.