Finally she slowly sat up.
She sat the pan on the table and sat down.
She sat up and grabbed her purse.
Finally he sat the cup carefully on the table, avoiding her eyes when he spoke.
She sat up, pulling the blanket around her nightgown and shivered.
She sat up and reached for her robe, wondering who might be visiting at this time in the morning.
The charcoal man sat down by the fire.
They sat down at the table.
Choking down fear, she climbed inside and sat down in the luxurious leather seat.
Finally he sat up, a glint of humor in his eyes.
He held her chair as she took a seat and then sat quietly as Mrs. Marsh said grace.
Not just that you went to a certain address but that the address was a movie theater and—based on where you sat and that you ordered tickets online—you saw Episode VII of Star Wars.
The mother sat down in the shade of a tree and began to read in a new book which she had bought the day before.
She sat down on the bed and sighed again.
They sat her in front of a mirror while Felipa worked.
She sat staring absently out the window.
When it stormed before my bread was baked, I fixed a few boards over the fire, and sat under them to watch my loaf, and passed some pleasant hours in that way.
She rolled over and sat up, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
He sat down in a chair and methodically placed the cup on the table, his gaze fixed to it.
Carmen sat Destiny on the floor and picked up the pan of pealed potatoes, along with a paring knife.
Carmen sat with her hands clutched together tightly as the plane taxied out to the runway.
Alex sat up and scooted back so he could lean on the headboard.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at his feet... and then keeled over on the bed.
Carmen sat in a chair next to the bed and prepared for a long night.
There she sat for a few moments, gasping for breath.
At her right sat the queerly assorted Jury--animals, animated dummies and people--all gravely prepared to listen to what was said.
The crowd drew up to the large table, at which sat gray-haired or bald seventy-year-old magnates, uniformed and besashed almost all of whom Pierre had seen in their own homes with their buffoons, or playing boston at the clubs.
Alex retrieved her from Felipa and shifted her so that she sat on his arm, one of her arms around his neck.
Señor Medena sat at the head of the long dining table, his three daughters on his left.
The boy who sat beside him was his son.
Carmen sat down, but Alex remained standing.
Carmen set Destiny on the floor and then sat down beside Alex.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor.
Alex sat up and leaned over her, speaking softy in a voice that was little more than a whisper.
He sat up and turned on the light.
Katie made a face as she sat in the chair opposite Carmen.
Destiny sat on Carmen's lap and Alex held her arm while the pediatric nurse inserted an IV.
Carmen sat one side of the bed and Alex on the other, each holding a tiny hand.
Carmen sat down and put her elbows on the bed.
Carmen woke to a crackling sound and sat up, trying to identify it.
Destiny coughed and sat up with a wale that sounded more like a broken growl.
She shook her head and sighed as she sat down.
Carmen woke to a crackling sound and sat up, trying to identify it.
Destiny coughed and sat up with a wale that sounded more like a broken growl.
She shook her head and sighed as she sat down.
When Alex returned to the table, he sat in the chair Carmen held for him.
Carmen jerked her arms from his neck and sat up.
His gaze shifted to her as she sat down, and he smiled.
She followed him to the table and sat opposite him, waiting for him to open the subject.
She returned to her chair and sat down, gazing up at him.
Carmen detached Matthew from her nipple and handed him to Alex, who sat down beside her.
Alex handed him the cream and sat down in his chair.
An iced cake sat on the counter, decorating icing and tips beside it.
She sat down obediently in the chair and crossed her legs.
After the dishes were done and the beds made, she usually wandered around the house or sat in the yard, soaking up sun.
The black car sat outside the building with its trunk open.
She stayed around the house, propping her foot up whenever she sat down, and by evening it was only a little sore.
She entered the room and sat in the leather-upholstered chair beside the desk.
She sat down in the chair opposite him and studied her coffee.
Lisa sat down and accepted the bowl full of scrambled eggs Sarah passed to her.
Lisa sat down at her plate.
Who hasn't sat at a stop light and been so distracted by something else that they didn't notice the light was green?
He poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
She glanced around, noting several objects covered with cloths, as well as a box that sat on a table beside the door.
She carried a chair to a spot that wouldn't be visible on a course from the path to the door, and sat down.
There sat the thorny Sorcerer in his chair of state, and when the Wizard saw him he began to laugh, uttering comical little chuckles.
As they sat upon the grass watching Jim, who was still busily eating, Eureka said:
The cab-horse, who never slept long at a time, sat upon his haunches and watched the tiny piglets and the kitten with much approval.
"No they won't," said the voice of the kitten, and Eureka herself crawled over the edge of the platform and sat down quietly upon the floor.
The girl sat in the middle of the seat, with Zeb and the Wizard on each side of her.
So he sat down upon the floor of the cave, brought the piglets out one by one, and allowed them to run around as much as they pleased.
They sat silently thinking for a time.
One moment Dorothy sat beside them with the kitten in her lap, and a moment later the horse, the piglets, the Wizard and the boy were all that remained in the underground prison.
Dorothy carried her in her arms back to where the others sat in grieved and thoughtful silence.
Princess Ozma, dressed in her most splendid robes of state, sat in the magnificent emerald throne, with her jewelled sceptre in her hand and her sparkling coronet upon her fair brow.
There was great applause when the speaker sat down.
Mr. Finney and his wife Both sat down to sup; And they ate, and they ate, They ate the turnip up.
Then, suddenly, an awkward half-grown boy who sat right in front of the master's desk turned squarely around and whispered to Tommy Jones, three desks away.
For the other day, when you sat at dinner with your officers, I noticed that the wine made you act queerly.
The shah sat silent for a while, as if in thought.
They were so tame that they sat on the shoulders of St. Francis and ate from his hand.
So he sat down and wrote a wonderful story, which he called "The Adventures of Robinson Crusoe."
One night the king sat up very late, writing letters and sending messages; and the little page was kept busy running on errands until past midnight.
The king sat down by the fire, and the woman hurried to get things ready for supper.
They sat in a heavy flat-bottomed boat, each holding a long, crooked rod in his hands and eagerly waiting for "a bite."
So he sat there trembling and afraid; for he was a timid, bashful man and did not like to be noticed.
All through the night he sat among the abbey cows, and sang his wonderful song.
The next morning, Gautama sat in his carriage and rode out from the palace into one of the streets of the city.
The two boys stood at his knees, and his wife sat at his side.
He sat up in the bed and looked around.
The little stranger came and sat with them.
The boy got up at once, and sat behind the king.
She kept pounding on the door, while I sat outside on the porch steps and laughed with glee as I felt the jar of the pounding.
She sat in my mother's lap constantly, where I used to sit, and seemed to take up all her care and time.
I sat there for a long, long time, feeling like a fairy on a rosy cloud.
On the seat opposite me sat my big rag doll, Nancy, in a new gingham dress and a beruffled sunbonnet, looking at me out of two bead eyes.
I thought then that I was "making up a story," as children say, and I eagerly sat down to write it before the ideas should slip from me.
Miss Sullivan sat beside me at my lessons, spelling into my hand whatever Mr. Irons said, and looking up new words for me.
Mr. Gilman sat beside me and read the paper through first, then sentence by sentence, while I repeated the words aloud, to make sure that I understood him perfectly.
I sat down immediately and wrote to Mr. Vining, asking him to explain the signs.
As we hastened through the long grass toward the hammock, the grasshoppers swarmed about us and fastened themselves on our clothes, and I remember that my teacher insisted upon picking them all off before we sat down, which seemed to me an unnecessary waste of time.
Anger seized me, my fingers refused to move, I sat rigid for one long moment, the blood throbbing in my temples, and all the hatred that a child can feel concentrated in my heart.
The reception-room where we sat served for a stage.
Already she began to see quite plainly the little elves in their tall pointed hats, dancing down the dusky alleys, and peeping from between the bushes, and they seemed to come nearer and nearer; and she stretched her hands up towards the tree in which the doll sat and they laughed, and pointed their fingers at her.
Sometimes we sat in the hammock, and teacher read to me.
I sat in King Ludwig's armchair and felt like a queen when Dr. Gillett remarked that I had many loyal subjects.
He said no, it would not be called for about fifteen minutes; so we sat down to wait; but in a moment the man came back and asked Teacher if we would like to go to the train at once.
Miss Sullivan always sat beside me, and told me what the teachers said.
She sat running her finger over the braille manuscript, stopping now and then to refer to the braille notes on which she had indicated her corrections, all the time reading aloud to verify the manuscript.
Then Helen sat down by her and began to manipulate her claws.
I sent Helen away and sat down to think.
Yesterday Helen took off her clothes and sat in her skin all the afternoon.
We sat in the hammock; but there was no rest for the weary there.
She hugged and kissed me, and the quiet-looking divine who sat on the other side of her.
This morning teacher and I sat by the window and we saw a little boy walking on the sidewalk.
She recognized that others used their lips; she "saw" her father reading a paper and when he laid it down she sat in his chair and held the paper before her face.
If she detected no smile, she gesticulated excitedly, trying to convey her thought; but if she failed to make her companion laugh, she sat still for a few moments, with a troubled and disappointed expression.
My mother sat beside my little bed and tried to soothe my feverish moans while in her troubled heart she prayed, "Father in Heaven, spare my baby's life!"
The instant I felt its warmth I was reassured, and I sat a long time watching it climb higher and higher in shining waves.
In the winter he had a fire by which at noon he warmed his coffee in a kettle; and as he sat on a log to eat his dinner the chickadees would sometimes come round and alight on his arm and peck at the potato in his fingers; and he said that he "liked to have the little fellers about him."
Once in a while we sat together on the pond, he at one end of the boat, and I at the other; but not many words passed between us, for he had grown deaf in his later years, but he occasionally hummed a psalm, which harmonized well enough with my philosophy.
There we sat together under that part of the roof which leaked the least, while it showered and thundered without.
I had sat there many times of old before the ship was built that floated his family to America.
John Farmer sat at his door one September evening, after a hard day's work, his mind still running on his labor more or less.
Having bathed, he sat down to re-create his intellectual man.
I too felt a slumberous influence after watching him half an hour, as he sat thus with his eyes half open, like a cat, winged brother of the cat.
We talked of rude and simple times, when men sat about large fires in cold, bracing weather, with clear heads; and when other dessert failed, we tried our teeth on many a nut which wise squirrels have long since abandoned, for those which have the thickest shells are commonly empty.
Having each some shingles of thought well dried, we sat and whittled them, trying our knives, and admiring the clear yellowish grain of the pumpkin pine.
Before he had found a stock in all respects suitable the city of Kouroo was a hoary ruin, and he sat on one of its mounds to peel the stick.
I sat at a table where were rich food and wine in abundance, and obsequious attendance, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable board.
The little princess went round the table with quick, short, swaying steps, her workbag on her arm, and gaily spreading out her dress sat down on a sofa near the silver samovar, as if all she was doing was a pleasure to herself and to all around her.
The count sat on the sofa between two guests who were smoking and talking.
The count sat between them and listened attentively.
At one end of the table sat the countess with Marya Dmitrievna on her right and Anna Mikhaylovna on her left, the other lady visitors were farther down.
Midway down the long table on one side sat the grownup young people: Vera beside Berg, and Pierre beside Boris; and on the other side, the children, tutors, and governesses.
Natasha, who sat opposite, was looking at Boris as girls of thirteen look at the boy they are in love with and have just kissed for the first time.
Nicholas sat at some distance from Sonya, beside Julie Karagina, to whom he was again talking with the same involuntary smile.
She half rose, by a glance inviting Pierre, who sat opposite, to listen to what was coming, and turning to her mother:
With an effort Sonya sat up and began wiping her eyes and explaining.
"Do you know, that fat Pierre who sat opposite me is so funny!" said Natasha, stopping suddenly.
While the couples were arranging themselves and the musicians tuning up, Pierre sat down with his little partner.
When the Military Governor had gone, Prince Vasili sat down all alone on a chair in the ballroom, crossing one leg high over the other, leaning his elbow on his knee and covering his face with his hand.
The second princess had just come from the sickroom with her eyes red from weeping and sat down beside Dr. Lorrain, who was sitting in a graceful pose under a portrait of Catherine, leaning his elbow on a table.
An old man, a servant of the princesses, sat in a corner knitting a stocking.
Pierre obediently sat down, his eyes asking if he were doing right.
"Well, madam," he began, stooping over the book close to his daughter and placing an arm on the back of the chair on which she sat, so that she felt herself surrounded on all sides by the acrid scent of old age and tobacco, which she had known so long.
"Well now, isn't she a fool!" shouted the prince, pushing the book aside and turning sharply away; but rising immediately, he paced up and down, lightly touched his daughter's hair and sat down again.
She sat down at her writing table, on which stood miniature portraits and which was littered with books and papers.
"I'm glad, glad, to see you," he said, looking attentively into her eyes, and then quickly went to his place and sat down.
The little princess during the whole discussion and the rest of the dinner sat silent, glancing with a frightened look now at her father-in- law and now at Princess Mary.
She kissed him on the forehead and sat down again on the sofa.
When Prince Andrew entered the study the old man in his old-age spectacles and white dressing gown, in which he received no one but his son, sat at the table writing.
Beside Kutuzov sat an Austrian general, in a white uniform that looked strange among the Russian black ones.
"Yes," said Rostov as if it cost him a great deal to utter the word; and he sat down at the nearest table.
Denisov sat gloomily biting his mustache and listening to the conversation, evidently with no wish to take part in it.
He was glancing at everyone with a clear, bright expression, as if asking them to notice how calmly he sat under fire.
After washing and dressing, Prince Andrew came into the diplomat's luxurious study and sat down to the dinner prepared for him.
He sat down beside Hippolyte and wrinkling his forehead began talking to him about politics.
All along the sides of the road fallen horses were to be seen, some flayed, some not, and broken-down carts beside which solitary soldiers sat waiting for something, and again soldiers straggling from their companies, crowds of whom set off to the neighboring villages, or returned from them dragging sheep, fowls, hay, and bulging sacks.
A soldier was driving, and a woman enveloped in shawls sat behind the apron under the leather hood of the vehicle.
Soldiers scattered over the whole place were dragging logs and brushwood and were building shelters with merry chatter and laughter; around the fires sat others, dressed and undressed, drying their shirts and leg bands or mending boots or overcoats and crowding round the boilers and porridge cookers.
Captain Tushin, having given orders to his company, sent a soldier to find a dressing station or a doctor for the cadet, and sat down by a bonfire the soldiers had kindled on the road.
On either side of her sat the more important guests--an old general and his wife, and Anna Pavlovna Scherer.
At the other end sat the younger and less important guests, and there too sat the members of the family, and Pierre and Helene, side by side.
At the head of the table, where the honored guests sat, everyone seemed to be in high spirits and under the influence of a variety of exciting sensations.
Only Pierre and Helene sat silently side by side almost at the bottom of the table, a suppressed smile brightening both their faces, a smile that had nothing to do with Sergey Kuzmich--a smile of bashfulness at their own feelings.
Prince Vasili passed by, seeming not to hear the ladies, and sat down on a sofa in a far corner of the room.
Pierre and Helene still sat talking just as before.
Anatole, having taken off his overcoat, sat with arms akimbo before a table on a corner of which he smilingly and absent-mindedly fixed his large and handsome eyes.
Letting her arms fall helplessly, she sat with downcast eyes and pondered.
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.
And he sat down again, paying no more attention to his daughter, who was reduced to 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.
Anna Mikhaylovna sat down beside him, with her own handkerchief wiped the tears from his eyes and from the letter, then having dried her own eyes she comforted the count, and decided that at dinner and till teatime she would prepare the countess, and after tea, with God's help, would inform her.
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.
"It is done!" she said to the count, pointing triumphantly to the countess, who sat holding in one hand the snuffbox with its portrait and in the other the letter, and pressing them alternately to her lips.
Another, the red, stout Nesvitski, lay on a bed with his arms under his head, laughing with an officer who had sat down beside him.
Exactly opposite Weyrother, with his glistening wide-open eyes fixed upon him and his mustache twisted upwards, sat the ruddy Miloradovich in a military pose, his elbows turned outwards, his hands on his knees, and his shoulders raised.
Next to Weyrother sat Count Langeron who, with a subtle smile that never left his typically southern French face during the whole time of the reading, gazed at his delicate fingers which rapidly twirled by its corners a gold snuffbox on which was a portrait.
Napoleon, in the blue cloak which he had worn on his Italian campaign, sat on his small gray Arab horse a little in front of his marshals.
Kutuzov still in the same place, his stout body resting heavily in the saddle with the lassitude of age, sat yawning wearily with closed eyes.
The Emperor Francis, a rosy, long faced young man, sat very erect on his handsome black horse, looking about him in a leisurely and preoccupied manner.
There he sat in the carriage as pale as anything.
Prokofy, the footman, who was so strong that he could lift the back of the carriage from behind, sat plaiting slippers out of cloth selvedges.
The old countess, not letting go of his hand and kissing it every moment, sat beside him: the rest, crowding round him, watched every movement, word, or look of his, never taking their blissfully adoring eyes off him.
This class of guests and members sat in certain habitual places and met in certain habitual groups.
Nicholas Rostov, with Denisov and his new acquaintance, Dolokhov, sat almost at the middle of the table.
Facing them sat Pierre, beside Prince Nesvitski.
When the voices subsided, the footmen cleared away the broken glass and everybody sat down again, smiling at the noise they had made and exchanging remarks.
Pierre sat opposite Dolokhov and Nicholas Rostov.
Dolokhov lowered his head to the snow, greedily bit at it, again raised his head, adjusted himself, drew in his legs and sat up, seeking a firm center of gravity.
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.
Princess Mary sat alone in her room listening to the sounds in the house, now and then opening her door when someone passed and watching what was going on in the passage.
The nurse lit the gilt candles before the icons and sat down by the door with her knitting.
Everyone in the house was dominated by the same feeling that Princess Mary experienced as she sat in her room.
In the men servants' hall all sat waiting, silently and alert.
Prince Andrew went again to his wife and sat waiting in the room next to hers.
Prince Andrew sat in another room, faint with fear lest the baby should be drowned in the font, and awaited the termination of the ceremony.
Denisov sat down by the old ladies and, leaning on his saber and beating time with his foot, told them something funny and kept them amused, while he watched the young people dancing, Iogel with Natasha, his pride and his best pupil, were the first couple.
Denisov, flushed after the mazurka and mopping himself with his handkerchief, sat down by Natasha and did not leave her for the rest of the evening.
Some twenty men were gathered round a table at which Dolokhov sat between two candles.
Rostov sat down by his side and at first did not play.
Rostov, leaning his head on both hands, sat at the table which was scrawled over with figures, wet with spilled wine, and littered with cards.
The old countess, waiting for the return of her husband and son, sat playing patience with the old gentlewoman who lived in their house.
Denisov, with sparkling eyes and ruffled hair, sat at the clavichord striking chords with his short fingers, his legs thrown back and his eyes rolling as he sang, with his small, husky, but true voice, some verses called "Enchantress," which he had composed, and to which he was trying to fit music:
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.
The stranger sat without stirring, either resting or, as it seemed to Pierre, sunk in profound and calm meditation.
All at once the stranger closed the book, putting in a marker, and again, leaning with his arms on the back of the sofa, sat in his former position with his eyes shut.
Round a long table covered with black sat some twelve men in garments like those he had already seen.
In the President's chair sat a young man he did not know, with a peculiar cross hanging from his neck.
On his right sat the Italian abbe whom Pierre had met at Anna Pavlovna's two years before.
All the Masons sat down in their places, and one of them read an exhortation on the necessity of humility.
He blinked, went red, got up and sat down again, struggling with himself to do what was for him the most difficult thing in life--to say an unpleasant thing to a man's face, to say what the other, whoever he might be, did not expect.
Hippolyte said interrogatively, again laughing, and then calmly and seriously sat back in his chair.
Prince Andrew winced and, clutching his head, went out and sat down on a sofa in the next room.
They rose from the table and sat down in the entrance porch which served as a veranda.
In her snug room, with lamps burning before the icon stand, a young lad with a long nose and long hair, wearing a monk's cassock, sat on the sofa beside her, behind a samovar.
Near them, in an armchair, sat a thin, shriveled, old woman, with a meek expression on her childlike face.
After exchanging the first greetings, they sat down.
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.
Despite their pale swollen faces and tattered uniforms, the hussars formed line for roll call, kept things in order, groomed their horses, polished their arms, brought in straw from the thatched roofs in place of fodder, and sat down to dine round the caldrons from which they rose up hungry, joking about their nasty food and their hunger.
Close to the corner, on an overcoat, sat an old, unshaven, gray-bearded soldier as thin as a skeleton, with a stern sallow face and eyes intently fixed on Rostov.
"Yes, wait a bit," said Denisov, glancing round at the officers, and taking his papers from under his pillow he went to the window, where he had an inkpot, and sat down to write.
The Preobrazhensk battalion, breaking rank, mingled with the French Guards and sat down at the tables prepared for them.
Lazarev sat in the place of honor.
Warmed by the spring sunshine he sat in the caleche looking at the new grass, the first leaves on the birches, and the first puffs of white spring clouds floating across the clear blue sky.
One general (an important personage), evidently feeling offended at having to wait so long, sat crossing and uncrossing his legs and smiling contemptuously to himself.
Natasha sat down and, without joining in Boris' conversation with the countess, silently and minutely studied her childhood's suitor.
All this time Natasha sat silent, glancing up at him from under her brows.
Sonya sat down and Natasha pinned the ribbon on differently.
Having sat some time at table, Speranski corked a bottle of wine and, remarking, "Nowadays good wine rides in a carriage and pair," passed it to the servant and got up.
Having lit his candle he sat up in bed, then got up, then lay down again not at all troubled by his sleeplessness: his soul was as fresh and joyful as if he had stepped out of a stuffy room into God's own fresh air.
In their new, clean, and light study with its small busts and pictures and new furniture sat Berg and his wife.
Berg, closely buttoned up in his new uniform, sat beside his wife explaining to her that one always could and should be acquainted with people above one, because only then does one get satisfaction from acquaintances.
The general sat down by Count Ilya Rostov, who was next to himself the most important guest.
The old people sat with the old, the young with the young, and the hostess at the tea table, on which stood exactly the same kind of cakes in a silver cake basket as the Panins had at their party.
She was sitting by her sister at the tea table, and reluctantly, without looking at him, made some reply to Boris who sat down beside her.
Pierre went up to his friend and, asking whether they were talking secrets, sat down beside them.
"I... but no, I will talk to you later on," and with a strange light in his eyes and restlessness in his movements, Prince Andrew approached Natasha and sat down beside her.
He kissed the countess' hand and Natasha's, and sat down beside the sofa.
He was talking to the countess, and Natasha sat down beside a little chess table with Sonya, thereby inviting Prince Andrew to come too.
Nor did she cry when he was gone; but for several days she sat in her room dry-eyed, taking no interest in anything and only saying now and then, "Oh, why did he go away?"
Natasha sat easily and confidently on her black Arabchik and reined him in without effort with a firm hand.
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.
On its long back sat Daniel, hunched forward, capless, his disheveled gray hair hanging over his flushed, perspiring face.
Natasha, Nicholas, and Petya took off their wraps and sat down on the sofa.
After supper, over their cherry brandy, Rostov and "Uncle" talked of past and future hunts, of Rugay and Ilagin's dogs, while Natasha sat upright on the sofa and listened with sparkling eyes.
"Uncle" sat listening, slightly smiling, with his head on one side.
"Don't dare to think about it," she said to herself, and sat down again smilingly beside "Uncle," begging him to play something more.
Sonya sat in the drawing room at the round table, copying a design for embroidery.
Nastasya Ivanovna the buffoon sat with a sad face at the window with two old ladies.
Natasha sat down, listened to their talk with a serious and thoughtful air, and then got up again.
She sat behind the bookcase with her eyes fixed on a streak of light escaping from the pantry door and listened to herself and pondered.
She sat awhile, wondering what the meaning of it all having happened before could be, and without solving this problem, or at all regretting not having done so, she again passed in fancy to the time when she was with him and he was looking at her with a lover's eyes.
She sat down at the table and listened to the conversation between the elders and Nicholas, who had also come to the table.
You were all dancing, and I sat sobbing in the schoolroom?
Dimmler had finished the piece but still sat softly running his fingers over the strings, evidently uncertain whether to stop or to play something else.
"May I join you?" said Dimmler who had come up quietly, and he sat down by them.
None of them, not even the middle-aged Dimmler, wanted to break off their conversation and quit that corner in the sitting room, but Natasha got up and Nicholas sat down at the clavichord.
The count sat in the ballroom, smiling radiantly and applauding the players.
Pelageya Danilovna Melyukova, a broadly built, energetic woman wearing spectacles, sat in the drawing room in a loose dress, surrounded by her daughters whom she was trying to keep from feeling dull.
When they had undressed, but without washing off the cork mustaches, they sat a long time talking of their happiness.
Natasha lit the candles, one on each side of one of the looking glasses, and sat down.
With Sonya's help and the maid's, Natasha got the glass she held into the right position opposite the other; her face assumed a serious expression and she sat silent.
She sat a long time looking at the receding line of candles reflected in the glasses and expecting (from tales she had heard) to see a coffin, or him, Prince Andrew, in that last dim, indistinctly outlined square.
Sonya sat down before the glasses, got the right position, and began looking.
After admitting the doctor, Princess Mary sat down with a book in the drawing room near the door through which she could hear all that passed in the study.
When they went into the drawing room where coffee was served, the old men sat together.
Princess Mary as she sat listening to the old men's talk and faultfinding, understood nothing of what she heard; she only wondered whether the guests had all observed her father's hostile attitude toward her.
She sat in her room crying like a child, blowing her nose and sobbing.
The music sounded louder and through the door rows of brightly lit boxes in which ladies sat with bare arms and shoulders, and noisy stalls brilliant with uniforms, glittered before their eyes.
Natasha, smoothing her gown, went in with Sonya and sat down, scanning the brilliant tiers of boxes opposite.
Behind them sat Anna Mikhaylovna wearing a green headdress and with a happy look of resignation to the will of God on her face.
In the center of the stage sat some girls in red bodices and white skirts.
Then he took his place in the first row of the stalls and sat down beside Dolokhov, nudging with his elbow in a friendly and offhand way that Dolokhov whom others treated so fawningly.
The king waved his right arm and, evidently nervous, sang something badly and sat down on a crimson throne.
Only after she had reached home was Natasha able clearly to think over what had happened to her, and suddenly remembering Prince Andrew she was horrified, and at tea to which all had sat down after the opera, she gave a loud exclamation, flushed, and ran out of the room.
Anatole sat down behind her.
After breakfast, which was her best time, Marya Dmitrievna sat down in her armchair and called Natasha and the count to her.
After reading the letter Natasha sat down at the writing table to answer it.
All that has happened, and now all is changed, she thought as she sat with the letter she had begun before 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.
The day before the count was to return, Sonya noticed that Natasha sat by the drawing-room window all the morning as if expecting something and that she made a sign to an officer who drove past, whom Sonya took to be Anatole.
In his large study, the walls of which were hung to the ceiling with Persian rugs, bearskins, and weapons, sat Dolokhov in a traveling cloak and high boots, at an open desk on which lay an abacus and some bundles of paper money.
They shut the door and all sat down.
With compressed and parched lips and dry fixed eyes, she sat at the window, uneasily watching the people who drove past and hurriedly glancing round at anyone who entered the room.
Anatole sat at a table frowning and biting his lips.
She trembled all over and sat down on a chair.
Napoleon looked up and down the river, dismounted, and sat down on a log that lay on the bank.
They tried to make their way forward to the opposite bank and, though there was a ford one third of a mile away, were proud that they were swimming and drowning in this river under the eyes of the man who sat on the log and was not even looking at what they were doing.
Napoleon sat down, toying with his Sevres coffee cup, and motioned Balashev to a chair beside him.
The boy, curly- headed like his mother and glowing with health, sat on his knee, and Prince Andrew began telling him the story of Bluebeard, but fell into a reverie without finishing the story.
This adjutant was also there and sat dozing on the rolled-up bedding, evidently exhausted by work or by feasting.
"No, gentlemen, you have had your sleep, but I have not slept for two nights," replied the doctor, and he sat down morosely beside his wife, waiting for the game to end.
Natasha entered with a softened and agitated expression of face and sat down looking silently at Pierre.
Natasha sat erect, gazing with a searching look now at her father and now at Pierre.
He sat on his elevation--the pedestal of the cannon--still agitated as before by the thought of the Emperor and by his love for him.
The chief magnates sat on high- backed chairs at a large table under the portrait of the Emperor, but most of the gentry were strolling about the room.
For the most part they sat quietly in their places and were silent, or, if they walked about and talked, attached themselves to someone younger.
He sat down, sank into thought, closed his eyes, and dozed off.
The prince again went to his bureau, glanced into it, fingered his papers, closed the bureau again, and sat down at the table to write to the governor.
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.
She sat by the window listening to his voice which reached her from the garden.
Princess Mary listened without understanding him; she led him to the house, offered him lunch, and sat down with him.
She returned to the garden and sat down on the grass at the foot of the slope by the pond, where no one could see her.
Toward night candles were burning round his coffin, a pall was spread over it, the floor was strewn with sprays of juniper, a printed band was tucked in under his shriveled head, and in a corner of the room sat a chanter reading the psalms.
Unconsciously she sat up, smoothed her hair, got up, and went to the window, involuntarily inhaling the freshness of the clear but windy evening.
For a long time that night Princess Mary sat by the open window of her room hearing the sound of the peasants' voices that reached her from the village, but it was not of them she was thinking.
He stopped in the village at the priest's house in front of which stood the commander-in-chief's carriage, and he sat down on the bench at the gate awaiting his Serene Highness, as everyone now called Kutuzov.
Bolkonski made room for him on the bench and the lieutenant colonel sat down beside him.
He sat heavily and swayed limply on his brisk little horse.
He unbuttoned his coat and sat down on a bench in the porch.
Muttering to herself, she sat down on a chair.
His eyes grew dim, he moved forward, glanced round at a chair (which seemed to place itself under him), and sat down on it before the portrait.
Having sat still for a while he touched--himself not knowing why--the thick spot of paint representing the highest light in the portrait, rose, and recalled de Beausset and the officer on duty.
Napoleon frowned and sat silent for a long time leaning his head on his hand.
Having reached the knoll, Pierre sat down at one end of a trench surrounding the battery and gazed at what was going on around him with an unconsciously happy smile.
Suddenly something happened: the young officer gave a gasp and bending double sat down on the ground like a bird shot on the wing.
The young officer still sat in the same way, bent double, in a pool of blood at the edge of the earth wall.
Napoleon sat on a campstool, wrapped in thought.
He sat silently on a campstool below the knoll, with head bowed and elbows on his knees.
On the rug-covered bench where Pierre had seen him in the morning sat Kutuzov, his gray head hanging, his heavy body relaxed.
Most of the time, by their officers' order, the men sat on the ground.
Around the tents, over more than five acres, bloodstained men in various garbs stood, sat, or lay.
On the nearest one sat a Tartar, probably a Cossack, judging by the uniform thrown down beside him.
He rode hurriedly from the battlefield and returned to the Shevardino knoll, where he sat on his campstool, his sallow face swollen and heavy, his eyes dim, his nose red, and his voice hoarse, involuntarily listening, with downcast eyes, to the sounds of firing.
On the Poklonny Hill, four miles from the Dorogomilov gate of Moscow, Kutuzov got out of his carriage and sat down on a bench by the roadside.
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.
"Granddad" himself, as Malasha in her own mind called Kutuzov, sat apart in a dark corner behind the oven.
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.
Ermolov, Kaysarov, and Toll, who had just arrived, sat down on this bench.
In the foremost place, immediately under the icons, sat Barclay de Tolly, his high forehead merging into his bald crown.
Beside him sat Uvarov, who with rapid gesticulations was giving him some information, speaking in low tones as they all did.
On the other side sat Count Ostermann- Tolstoy, seemingly absorbed in his own thoughts.
When he had dismissed the generals Kutuzov sat a long time with his elbows on the table, thinking always of the same terrible question: When, when did the abandonment of Moscow become inevitable?
The abbe, a well-fed man with a plump, clean-shaven chin, a pleasant firm mouth, and white hands meekly folded on his knees, sat close to Helene and, with a subtle smile on his lips and a peaceful look of delight at her beauty, occasionally glanced at her face as he explained his opinion on the subject.
Having gone a couple of miles along the Mozhaysk road, Pierre sat down by the roadside.
Pierre sat up and sighed.
Pierre sat down by the fire and began eating the mash, as they called the food in the cauldron, and he thought it more delicious than any food he had ever tasted.
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.
It was taking place at the English Club and someone near and dear to him sat at the end of the table.
On the box beside the driver sat a venerable old attendant.
Efim, the old coachman, who was the only one the countess trusted to drive her, sat perched up high on the box and did not so much as glance round at what was going on behind him.
Smiling unnaturally and muttering to himself, he first sat down on the sofa in an attitude of despair, then rose, went to the door of the reception room and peeped through the crack, returned flourishing his arms, and took up a book.
He sat down at the dusty writing table, and, having laid the manuscripts before him, opened them out, closed them, finally pushed them away, and resting his head on his hand sank into meditation.
The cart was loaded high, and at the very top, beside a child's chair with its legs in the air, sat a peasant woman uttering piercing and desperate shrieks.
On benches round the tables in a dirty little room sat some ten factory hands.
The count ordered his carriage that he might drive to Sokolniki, and sat in his study with folded hands, morose, sallow, and taciturn.
Kutuzov, dejected and frowning, sat on a bench by the bridge toying with his whip in the sand when a caleche dashed up noisily.
He was so very polite, amiable, good-natured, and genuinely grateful to Pierre for saving his life that Pierre had not the heart to refuse, and sat down with him in the parlor--the first room they entered.
He thought this, but still sat in the same place.
He sat down facing Pierre.
Two of the gazers went round to the other side of the coach and sat down on its steps.
Natasha, pale, with a fixed look, was sitting on the bench under the icons just where she had sat down on arriving and paid no attention to her father's words.
The valet sat up and whispered something.
On the ground, beside the trunks, sat a thin woman no longer young, with long, prominent upper teeth, and wearing a black cloak and cap.
She had now become quiet and, clinging with her little hands to Pierre's coat, sat on his arm gazing about her like some little wild animal.
The beautiful Armenian still sat motionless and in the same attitude, with her long lashes drooping as if she did not see or feel what the soldier was doing to her.
Nicholas sat leaning slightly forward in an armchair, bending closely over the blonde lady and paying her mythological compliments with a smile that never left his face.
In the next room sat the count and countess respectfully conversing with the prior, who was calling on them as old acquaintances and benefactors of the monastery.
On the third day he was taken with the others to a house where a French general with a white mustache sat with two colonels and other Frenchmen with scarves on their arms.
Looking at his cold face, as he sat like a stern schoolmaster who was prepared to wait awhile for an answer, Pierre felt that every instant of delay might cost him his life; but he did not know what to say.
He only saw how the workman suddenly sank down on the cords that held him, how blood showed itself in two places, how the ropes slackened under the weight of the hanging body, and how the workman sat down, his head hanging unnaturally and one leg bent under him.
And the soldier, pushing away a little dog that was jumping up at him, returned to his place and sat down.
They sat a little while downstairs near his room till they had left off crying and were able to go to him with calm faces.
After that he avoided Dessalles and the countess who caressed him and either sat alone or came timidly to Princess Mary, or to Natasha of whom he seemed even fonder than of his aunt, and clung to them quietly and shyly.
And so it was: in Sonya's place sat Natasha who had just come in noiselessly.
He pressed her hand and released it, and she went back to the candle and sat down again in her former position.
He sat in the caleche, dozing and waking up by turns, and listening for any sound of firing on the right as an indication that the action had begun.
The sick soldier, Sokolov, pale and thin with dark shadows round his eyes, alone sat in his place barefoot and not dressed.
In three carriages involved among the munition carts, closely squeezed together, sat women with rouged faces, dressed in glaring colors, who were shouting something in shrill voices.
Tucking his legs under him and dropping his head he sat down on the cold ground by the wheel of the cart and remained motionless a long while sunk in thought.
Kutuzov sat up with one leg hanging down from the bed and his big paunch resting against the other which was doubled under him.
The men sat huddled up trying not to stir, so as to warm the water that had trickled to their bodies and not admit the fresh cold water that was leaking in under their seats, their knees, and at the back of their necks.
When the boy had entered the hut, Petya sat down at a distance from him, considering it beneath his dignity to pay attention to him.
Having ridden in, he dismounted and approached a big blazing campfire, around which sat several men talking noisily.
He sat awhile in the hut joyfully recalling the details of his expedition and vividly picturing to himself what would happen next day.
He climbed onto the wagon and sat on its edge.
The blue-gray bandy legged dog ran merrily along the side of the road, sometimes in proof of its agility and self-satisfaction lifting one hind leg and hopping along on three, and then again going on all four and rushing to bark at the crows that sat on the carrion.
His feeling of pity for this man frightened him and he wished to go away, but there was no other fire, and Pierre sat down, trying not to look at Platon.
Karataev concluded and sat for a long time silent, gazing before him with a smile.
He sat in his short overcoat leaning against a birch tree.
He lifted himself and sat up.
Pierre sobbed as he sat among them and could not utter a word.
Suddenly she sat up with unaccustomed swiftness, glanced vacantly around her, and seeing Natasha began to press her daughter's head with all her strength.
"Right enough, friend," said he, and, having sat down, took out of his knapsack a scrap of blue French cloth, and wrapped it round his foot.
In a rather low room lit by one candle sat the princess and with her another person dressed in black.
Princess Mary, frowning in her effort to hold back her tears, sat beside Natasha, and heard for the first time the story of those last days of her brother's and Natasha's love.
He felt uneasy and embarrassed, but sat on because he simply could not get up and take his leave.
He inquired about her health, led the way to his mother, and having sat there for five minutes left the room.
With Mademoiselle Bourienne's help the princess had maintained the conversation very well, but at the very last moment, just when he rose, she was so tired of talking of what did not interest her, and her mind was so full of the question why she alone was granted so little happiness in life, that in a fit of absent-mindedness she sat still, her luminous eyes gazing fixedly before her, not noticing that he had risen.
She still sat motionless with a look of suffering on her gentle face.
They both sat silent, with an occasional glance at one another.
Having taken precautions against the general drunkenness to be expected on the morrow because it was a great saint's day, he returned to dinner, and without having time for a private talk with his wife sat down at the long table laid for twenty persons, at which the whole household had assembled.
Countess Mary sat at the other end of the table.
Having sat awhile with her visitors without understanding anything of what they were saying, she softly left the room and went to the nursery.
She sat down and played with them a little, but the thought of her husband and his unreasonable crossness worried her.
She went in and sat down by her husband.
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.
Countess Mary sat down doing woolwork; Natasha did not take her eyes off her husband.
Nicholas and Denisov rose, asked for their pipes, smoked, went to fetch more tea from Sonya--who sat weary but resolute at the samovar--and questioned Pierre.
The curly- headed, delicate boy sat with shining eyes unnoticed in a corner, starting every now and then and muttering something to himself, and evidently experiencing a new and powerful emotion as he turned his curly head, with his thin neck exposed by his turn-down collar, toward the place where Pierre sat.
The men went into the study and little Nicholas Bolkonski followed them unnoticed by his uncle and sat down at the writing table in a shady corner by the window.
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.
Little Nicholas, who had just waked up in a cold perspiration, sat up in bed and gazed before him with wide-open eyes.
She stretched and sat up, reaching for her clothes.
She sat up slowly, clutching the blanket to her chest.
"Felipa called this morning," Alex said as he sat down in the chair she vacated.
With everything ready, they sat on the window seat and watched for Alex.
She slid into the chair across from Tammy, and Sarah sat down at the other end of the table.
I only know that I sat in my mother's lap or clung to her dress as she went about her household duties.
Wherever I sat, there I might live, and the landscape radiated from me accordingly.
It was not so much within doors as behind a door where I sat, even in the rainiest weather.
In those driving northeast rains which tried the village houses so, when the maids stood ready with mop and pail in front entries to keep the deluge out, I sat behind my door in my little house, which was all entry, and thoroughly enjoyed its protection.
It was, in fact, solely to meet Prince Vasili that she had obtained an invitation to Anna Pavlovna's reception and had sat listening to the vicomte's story.
He sat down by his wife, his elbows on his knees and his hands ruffling his gray hair.
Pierre sat up on the sofa, with his legs tucked under him.
Suddenly Dolokhov made a backward movement with his spine, and his arm trembled nervously; this was sufficient to cause his whole body to slip as he sat on the sloping ledge.
After Anna Mikhaylovna had driven off with her son to visit Count Cyril Vladimirovich Bezukhov, Countess Rostova sat for a long time all alone applying her handkerchief to her eyes.
For some time he sat very still.