Sonya was sitting by the table.
There he finds his sister, sitting up in bed, looking frightened.
When she got to the room, Alex was sitting on the love seat reading a newspaper.
He frowned, rolling away from her and sitting up.
They were sitting beside each other, reading when she began the inquest.
He was sitting in his chair, everything from the top of his head to his thighs covered with the newspaper he was holding out to read.
I can see her in my rear view mirror, just sitting there, plotting a way they can escape.
"Come over here, Helene, dear," said Anna Pavlovna to the beautiful young princess who was sitting some way off, the center of another group.
The man sitting at the other end of the table was introduced to them as Morino el capataz - their foreman, Morino.
On the other side of the thick entry door was a sitting room with lush wine colored carpet.
It served him right, sitting there like that with barely a word in her defense.
You might have said something in my defense last night, instead of sitting there like a lump on a log.
She staggered on legs of rubber and he lifted her to the counter, sitting her in front of him.
Howie shot up to a sitting position.
If she just turned her head, she could see me, sitting comfortably a scant ten feet away in the darkened living room.
Sitting on a secluded site at the far side of the circle, on the outside, sat a mid-sized Pace Arrow motor home with California Plates!
It was strange sitting here, talking to a confessed rapist, with the sound of what was probably more of them eating dinner behind me.
Frank led me down a long corridor to a large conference room filled with perhaps thirty intent individuals, standing and sitting, some taking notes, others with few buried faces in computer screens.
Tears come to my eyes these months later as I pen these words, sitting in the comfort of our Surry, New Hampshire home with Betsy by my side.
Then one of the officers, who was sitting near the poet, cried out: Stop!
One pleasant morning in the beautiful springtime, I thought I was sitting on the soft grass under my dear mother's window, looking very earnestly at the rose-bushes which were growing all around me.
She got up and, walking on tiptoe with difficulty, went to the small sitting room.
Five minutes later little black-eyed three-year-old Natasha, her father's pet, having learned from her brother that Papa was asleep and Mamma was in the sitting room, ran to her father unobserved by her mother.
One day they were sitting at the table working on coloring books when Alex came home early.
With everything going on, Carmen didn't have time to worry about flying, but when they were all sitting at the airport, she finally had time to stew over it.
Jonathan was sitting on his bed, watching TV in his pajamas.
"I thought I remembered you telling me that," he said, sitting down on the bed.
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 was sitting in their room the last night they were at the hacienda.
As for sitting around doing nothing, I'm going to do something about that.
She said nothing, but when they entered the kitchen to find Len sitting at the table, his expression was wary.
He was sitting at a table across and down from them.
One day when they were sitting on the porch steps together, Brandon proposed a solution.
From the porch we could see the huddled figure of Howie Abbott sitting under a large red umbrella on the edge of the pier.
I was left sitting on my hands until the appointed hour of Howie's nap before Betsy assigned me the chore of remaining in the small room while he slept.
Betsy screamed, It's like if The Lord Jesus was standing here, writing a mother's day card to the Virgin Mary, you'd be sitting around on your asses discussing if it was really the month of May!
Finally, sitting by the statue in Duffy Square, I made the phone call.
Perhaps, Daniel Brennan could get out of the kitchen but the five of us would be left sitting on the stove.
I pictured her sitting at a desk, perhaps someone else listening in.
She was sitting with Betsy and me while Quinn was talking gardening with Howie.
Sensing someone behind me, I turned just enough to see my wife sitting in a chair, her eyes closed.
Everything is still just sitting there from the last time we used it.
Sitting, she gave up on the jammed seatbelt after a few useless tugs.
"Good," Dusty said, sitting on the bed opposite him.
The young woman motioned to the sitting area, and Bianca went, relieved.
Wood was stacked beside it, and she turned the book sitting on the coffee table into newspaper to burn.
They weren't safe together, especially since the powerful connection between them was driving her body crazy just sitting so close.
He'd managed to push himself into a sitting position when she returned with soup and water.
She could see him sitting on a golden throne or commanding legions of soldiers.
Now, she felt out of place, like she was sitting in a display at a furniture store.
Deidre helped him lift the hacking girl into a sitting position.
You've been sitting in Hell watching movies?
She floundered to a sitting position, then her feet, cringing as she struggled upright, the sting in her wounded knees bringing tears to her eyes.
Martha sighed and popped up to a sitting position.
The last item on Dean's list of pleasurable activities was punching one if you want this and two if you want that buttons, then sitting on hold while listening to elevator music from some bureaucratic office.
Presently he woke up, rose to a sitting position and rubbed his eyes briskly.
The little man, having had a good sleep, felt rested and refreshed, and looking through the glass partition of the room he saw Zeb sitting up on his bench and yawning.
But the travellers were obliged to rest, and while they were sitting on the rocky floor the Wizard felt in his pocket and brought out the nine tiny piglets.
Instead of sitting at his ease in a parlor car, he went jolting along through mud and mire, exposed to wind and weather.
One day some men were sitting by the door of a hotel in Baltimore.
So he went to the other hotel, where he found the vice president sitting with some friends in the parlor.
One day King Solomon was sitting on his throne, and his great men were standing around him.
There, sitting in his chair, was Carl, fast asleep.
A woman was sitting alone by the fire.
They were sitting around the fire and trying to keep themselves warm.
But in the corner, almost hidden from his fellows, one poor man was sitting who did not enjoy the singing.
When Loyka realized his mistake and slammed on the brakes, the archduke and his wife were sitting ducks.
That's a bold statement, coming from a sitting president and former general.
One day I happened to spill water on my apron, and I spread it out to dry before the fire which was flickering on the sitting-room hearth.
We were sitting together in a hammock which swung from two solemn pines at a short distance from the house.
I am sitting on the piazza, and my little white pigeon is perched on the back of my chair, watching me write.
His beautiful word-pictures made us feel as if we were sitting in the shadow of San Marco, dreaming, or sailing upon the moonlit canal....
Let him go and come freely, let him touch real things and combine his impressions for himself, instead of sitting indoors at a little round table, while a sweet-voiced teacher suggests that he build a stone wall with his wooden blocks, or make a rainbow out of strips of coloured paper, or plant straw trees in bead flower-pots.
Sitting beside her in the car, I describe what I see from the window--hills and valleys and the rivers; cotton-fields and gardens in which strawberries, peaches, pears, melons, and vegetables are growing; herds of cows and horses feeding in broad meadows, and flocks of sheep on the hillside; the cities with their churches and schools, hotels and warehouses, and the occupations of the busy people.
Often I found her, when she had a little leisure, sitting in her favourite corner, in a chair whose arms supported the big volume prepared for the blind, and passing her finger slowly over the lines of Moliere's 'Le Medecin Malgre Lui,' chuckling to herself at the comical situations and humorous lines.
I was as much affected by the faint hum of a mosquito making its invisible and unimaginable tour through my apartment at earliest dawn, when I was sitting with door and windows open, as I could be by any trumpet that ever sang of fame.
As the sparrow had its trill, sitting on the hickory before my door, so had I my chuckle or suppressed warble which he might hear out of my nest.
Regularly at half-past seven, in one part of the summer, after the evening train had gone by, the whip-poor-wills chanted their vespers for half an hour, sitting on a stump by my door, or upon the ridge-pole of the house.
I hardly ever failed, when I rambled through the village, to see a row of such worthies, either sitting on a ladder sunning themselves, with their bodies inclined forward and their eyes glancing along the line this way and that, from time to time, with a voluptuous expression, or else leaning against a barn with their hands in their pockets, like caryatides, as if to prop it up.
I have sometimes disturbed a fish hawk sitting on a white pine over the water; but I doubt if it is ever profaned by the wind of a gull, like Fair Haven.
At length, as I leaned with my elbow on the bench one day, it ran up my clothes, and along my sleeve, and round and round the paper which held my dinner, while I kept the latter close, and dodged and played at bopeep with it; and when at last I held still a piece of cheese between my thumb and finger, it came and nibbled it, sitting in my hand, and afterward cleaned its face and paws, like a fly, and walked away.
One afternoon I amused myself by watching a barred owl (Strix nebulosa) sitting on one of the lower dead limbs of a white pine, close to the trunk, in broad daylight, I standing within a rod of him.
Sometimes in the twilight I alternately lost and recovered sight of one sitting motionless under my window.
If I devote myself to other pursuits and contemplations, I must first see, at least, that I do not pursue them sitting upon another man's shoulders.
"And what do you think of this latest comedy, the coronation at Milan?" asked Anna Pavlovna, "and of the comedy of the people of Genoa and Lucca laying their petitions before Monsieur Buonaparte, and Monsieur Buonaparte sitting on a throne and granting the petitions of the nations?
Anatole kept on refilling Pierre's glass while explaining that Dolokhov was betting with Stevens, an English naval officer, that he would drink a bottle of rum sitting on the outer ledge of the third floor window with his legs hanging out.
The window frame which prevented anyone from sitting on the outer sill was being forced out by two footmen, who were evidently flurried and intimidated by the directions and shouts of the gentlemen around.
Fifty imperials... that I will drink a whole bottle of rum without taking it from my mouth, sitting outside the window on this spot" (he stooped and pointed to the sloping ledge outside the window) "and without holding on to anything.
She took his arm and with a happy face went with him into the adjoining sitting room.
But as she passed the sitting room she noticed two couples sitting, one pair at each window.
Sonya was sitting close to Nicholas who was copying out some verses for her, the first he had ever written.
Entering the drawing room, where the princesses spent most of their time, he greeted the ladies, two of whom were sitting at embroidery frames while a third read aloud.
Pierre had come just at dinnertime and was sitting awkwardly in the middle of the drawing room on the first chair he had come across, blocking the way for everyone.
The latter understood that she was being asked to entertain this young man, and sitting down beside him she began to speak about his father; but he answered her, as he had the countess, only in monosyllables.
Boris was telling his new friend Pierre who the guests were and exchanging glances with Natasha, who was sitting opposite.
The card tables were drawn out, sets made up for boston, and the count's visitors settled themselves, some in the two drawing rooms, some in the sitting room, some in the library.
Natasha wept, sitting on the blue-striped feather bed and hugging her friend.
Do you remember how we and Nicholas, all three of us, talked in the sitting room after supper?
She was sitting in a conspicuous place and talking to him like a grown-up lady.
They now, stretching themselves after sitting so long, and replacing their purses and pocketbooks, entered the ballroom.
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.
"I thought perhaps something had happened," she said with her unchanging stonily severe expression; and, sitting down opposite the prince, she prepared to listen.
The same people were still sitting here in almost the same positions as before, whispering to one another.
There was now no one in the reception room except Prince Vasili and the eldest princess, who were sitting under the portrait of Catherine the Great and talking eagerly.
He staggered to the sofa on which Pierre was sitting and dropped onto it, covering his face with his hand.
An old powdered manservant who was sitting in the antechamber rose quietly and said in a whisper: "Please walk in."
The princess glanced at her watch and, seeing that she was five minutes late in starting her practice on the clavichord, went into the sitting room with a look of alarm.
The gray-haired valet was sitting drowsily listening to the snoring of the prince, who was in his large study.
They went up to the door of the sitting room from which came the sound of the oft-repeated passage of the sonata.
The old prince always dressed in old-fashioned style, wearing an antique coat and powdered hair; and when Prince Andrew entered his father's dressing room (not with the contemptuous look and manner he wore in drawing rooms, but with the animated face with which he talked to Pierre), the old man was sitting on a large leather-covered chair, wrapped in a powdering mantle, entrusting his head to Tikhon.
What a treasure of a wife you have, said she, sitting down on the sofa, facing her brother.
The little princess, plump and rosy, was sitting in an easy chair with her work in her hands, talking incessantly, repeating Petersburg reminiscences and even phrases.
Kutuzov and the Austrian member of the Hofkriegsrath were sitting at the table on which a plan was spread out.
Coming out of Kutuzov's room into the waiting room with the papers in his hand Prince Andrew came up to his comrade, the aide-de-camp on duty, Kozlovski, who was sitting at the window with a book.
On seeing Rostov, Denisov screwed up his face and pointing over his shoulder with his thumb to the room where Telyanin was sitting, he frowned and gave a shudder of disgust.
Telyanin was sitting in the same indolent pose in which Rostov had left him, rubbing his small white hands.
Denisov was sitting there scratching with his pen on a sheet of paper.
In the second room of the inn the lieutenant was sitting over a dish of sausages and a bottle of wine.
We've been sitting here too long!
That soldier passed on, and after him came another sitting on a cart.
A woman with an unweaned baby, an old woman, and a healthy German girl with bright red cheeks were sitting on some feather beds.
With his shaggy head thrown back like birds when they drink, pressing his spurs mercilessly into the sides of his good horse, Bedouin, and sitting as though falling backwards in the saddle, he galloped to the other flank of the squadron and shouted in a hoarse voice to the men to look to their pistols.
And I am sitting here ill, as you see.
"I know," interrupted Bilibin, "you're thinking it's very easy to take marshals, sitting on a sofa by the fire!
Several officers, with flushed and weary faces, were sitting at the table eating and drinking.
He kept closing his eyes and then again looking at the fire, which seemed to him dazzlingly red, and at the feeble, round-shouldered figure of Tushin who was sitting cross-legged like a Turk beside him.
He was alone now, except for a soldier who was sitting naked at the other side of the fire, warming his thin yellow body.
Prince Vasili was not having any supper: he went round the table in a merry mood, sitting down now by one, now by another, of the guests.
And here he was sitting by her side as her betrothed, seeing, hearing, feeling her nearness, her breathing, her movements, her beauty.
They were sitting in the large drawing room.
Hm! muttered the prince, sitting down.
The little princess was sitting at a small table, chattering with Masha, her maid.
Princess Mary was sitting alone in her room, vainly trying to master her agitation.
"Now the fun begins," thought Anatole, sitting down with a smile beside the old prince.
After tea, the company went into the sitting room and Princess Mary was asked to play on the clavichord.
When Tikhon came to her Princess Mary was sitting on the sofa in her room, holding the weeping Mademoiselle Bourienne in her arms and gently stroking her hair.
After dinner, she rushed head long after Anna Mikhaylovna and, dashing at her, flung herself on her neck as soon as she overtook her in the sitting room.
Berg and Boris, having rested after yesterday's march, were sitting, clean and neatly dressed, at a round table in the clean quarters allotted to them, playing chess.
Among the gentlemen of the suite, Rostov noticed Bolkonski, sitting his horse indolently and carelessly.
One adjutant, nearest the door, was sitting at the table in a Persian dressing gown, writing.
"Well, how d'you do, my dear fellow?" said Dolgorukov, who was sitting at tea with Bilibin.
On the way home, Prince Andrew could not refrain from asking Kutuzov, who was sitting silently beside him, what he thought of tomorrow's battle.
Kutuzov, with his uniform unbuttoned so that his fat neck bulged over his collar as if escaping, was sitting almost asleep in a low chair, with his podgy old hands resting symmetrically on its arms.
Sonya ran away, but Natasha, taking her brother's arm, led him into the sitting room, where they began talking.
Sitting on the sofa with the little cushions on its arms, in what used to be his old schoolroom, and looking into Natasha's wildly bright eyes, Rostov re-entered that world of home and childhood which had no meaning for anyone else, but gave him some of the best joys of his life; and the burning of an arm with a ruler as a proof of love did not seem to him senseless, he understood and was not surprised at it.
Pierre absolutely disbelieved both the princess' hints and the letter, but he feared now to look at Dolokhov, who was sitting opposite him.
Dolokhov, Denisov, and Rostov were now sitting opposite Pierre and seemed very gay.
But on entering Moscow he suddenly came to and, lifting his head with an effort, took Rostov, who was sitting beside him, by the hand.
She did not venture to ask any questions, and shut the door again, now sitting down in her easy chair, now taking her prayer book, now kneeling before the icon stand.
"One does get tired sitting so long," he added.
Nicholas went to her, kissed her hand, and sitting down silently at her table began to watch her hands arranging the cards.
Sonya was sitting at the clavichord, playing the prelude to Denisov's favorite barcarolle.
I will tell him myself, and you'll listen at the door, and Natasha ran across the drawing room to the dancing hall, where Denisov was sitting on the same chair by the clavichord with his face in his hands.
"I have come to you with a message and an offer, Count," he said without sitting down.
"If you please, your excellency, Petrusha has brought some papers," said one of the nursemaids to Prince Andrew who was sitting on a child's little chair while, frowning and with trembling hands, he poured drops from a medicine bottle into a wineglass half full of water.
Several bandaged soldiers, with pale swollen faces, were sitting or walking about in the sunshine in the yard.
There were beds in these rooms and the sick and wounded officers were lying or sitting on them.
The looks the visitors cast on him seemed to say: "And what is he sitting here for?"
I feel like sitting down on my heels, putting my arms round my knees like this, straining tight, as tight as possible, and flying away!
Again all was silent, but Prince Andrew knew she was still sitting there.
After that journey to Ryazan he found the country dull; his former pursuits no longer interested him, and often when sitting alone in his study he got up, went to the mirror, and gazed a long time at his own face.
I dreamed that Joseph Alexeevich was sitting in my house, and that I was very glad and wished to entertain him.
We were sitting or lying on the floor.
I saw that I was in Moscow in my house, in the big sitting room, and Joseph Alexeevich came in from the drawing room.
She was still sitting before a looking-glass with a dressing jacket thrown over her slender shoulders.
Baron Firhoff was talking to him about the first sitting of the Council of State to be held next day.
Prince Andrew, as one closely connected with Speranski and participating in the work of the legislative commission, could give reliable information about that sitting, concerning which various rumors were current.
With her he behaved with special care and tenderness, sitting beside her and talking of the simplest and most unimportant matters; he admired her shy grace.
He had just heard particulars of that morning's sitting of the Council of State opened by the Emperor, and he spoke of it enthusiastically.
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 changed places several times during the game, sitting now with his back to Natasha and now facing her, but during the whole of the six rubbers he watched her and his friend.
At that very time Prince Andrew was sitting with Pierre and telling him of his love for Natasha and his firm resolve to make her his wife.
Toward midnight, after he had left the countess' apartments, he was sitting upstairs in a shabby dressing gown, copying out the original transaction of the Scottish lodge of Freemasons at a table in his low room cloudy with tobacco smoke, when someone came in.
Natasha was sitting on the bed, pale and dry eyed, and was gazing at the icons and whispering something as she rapidly crossed herself.
Often when all sitting together everyone kept silent.
(This call and the uplifted whip meant that he saw a sitting hare.)
She passed into the sitting room, stood there thinking awhile, and then went into the maids' room.
Two governesses were sitting with the Vogels at a table, on which were plates of raisins, walnuts, and almonds.
Perhaps he has come and is sitting in the drawing room.
After tea, Nicholas, Sonya, and Natasha went to the sitting room, to their favorite corner where their most intimate talks always began.
While they were talking a maid thrust her head in at the other door of the sitting room.
In the middle of their talk in the sitting room, Dimmler came in and went up to the harp that stood there in a corner.
It was dark in the room especially where they were sitting on the sofa, but through the big windows the silvery light of the full moon fell on the floor.
Why are you sitting there like conspirators?
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.
And we were sitting so quietly.
After sitting a while, she suddenly hears someone coming... a sleigh drives up with harness bells; she hears him coming!
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.
Two witnesses for the mock marriage--Khvostikov, a retired petty official whom Dolokhov made use of in his gambling transactions, and Makarin, a retired hussar, a kindly, weak fellow who had an unbounded affection for Kuragin--were sitting at tea in Dolokhov's front room.
Anatole, with uniform unbuttoned, walked to and fro from the room where the witnesses were sitting, through the study to the room behind, where his French valet and others were packing the last of his things.
Sonya was sitting sobbing in the corridor.
Anatole was sitting upright in the classic pose of military dandies, the lower part of his face hidden by his beaver collar and his head slightly bent.
When he opened the ballroom door Pierre saw Natasha sitting at the window, with a thin, pale, and spiteful face.
Natasha, pale and stern, was sitting beside Marya Dmitrievna, and her eyes, glittering feverishly, met Pierre with a questioning look the moment he entered.
The members who were assembling for dinner were sitting about in groups; they greeted Pierre and spoke of the town news.
Chernyshev was sitting at a window in the first room with a French novel in his hand.
Mary Hendrikhovna, a plump little blonde German, in a dressing jacket and nightcap, was sitting on a broad bench in the front corner.
A conference took place confined to the magnates sitting at the table.
When Michael Ivanovich returned to the study with the letter, the old prince, with spectacles on and a shade over his eyes, was sitting at his open bureau with screened candles, holding a paper in his outstretched hand, and in a somewhat dramatic attitude was reading his manuscript-- his "Remarks" as he termed it--which was to be transmitted to the Emperor after his death.
It was unsatisfactory everywhere, but the corner behind the piano in the sitting room was better than other places: he had never slept there yet.
Alpatych, his coachman, Ferapontov's wife and children and the house porter were all sitting in the cellar, listening.
Ferapontov's wife and children were also sitting in a cart waiting till it was possible to drive out.
An old peasant whom Prince Andrew in his childhood had often seen at the gate was sitting on a green garden seat, plaiting a bast shoe.
He was sitting on the seat the old prince used to like to sit on, and beside him strips of bast were hanging on the broken and withered branch of a magnolia.
Alpatych, having sent his family away, was alone at Bald Hills and was sitting indoors reading the Lives of the Saints.
The old man was still sitting in the ornamental garden, like a fly impassive on the face of a loved one who is dead, tapping the last on which he was making the bast shoe, and two little girls, running out from the hot house carrying in their skirts plums they had plucked from the trees there, came upon Prince Andrew.
Princess Mary was sitting helpless and bewildered in the large sitting room, when Rostov was shown in.
He was looking now at the cavalry regiment that had met the convoy of wounded, now at the cart by which he was standing, in which two wounded men were sitting and one was lying.
He was driving toward Pierre in a covered gig, sitting beside a young surgeon, and on recognizing Pierre he told the Cossack who occupied the driver's seat to pull up.
For people accustomed to think that plans of campaign and battles are made by generals--as any one of us sitting over a map in his study may imagine how he would have arranged things in this or that battle--the questions present themselves: Why did Kutuzov during the retreat not do this or that?
They were sitting in the twilight by a window in the drawing room.
Above Pierre's head some pigeons, disturbed by the movement he had made in sitting up, fluttered under the dark roof of the penthouse.
Natasha ran into the house and went on tiptoe through the half-open door into the sitting room, where there was a smell of vinegar and Hoffman's drops.
Sonya and Natasha slept in the sitting room without undressing.
Just then the countess came in from the sitting room with a weary and dissatisfied expression.
Berg was sitting beside the countess consoling her with the respectful attention of a relative.
Rarely had Natasha experienced so joyful a feeling as now, sitting in the carriage beside the countess and gazing at the slowly receding walls of forsaken, agitated Moscow.
Gerasim looked cautiously into the study several times and saw Pierre always sitting in the same attitude.
They have almost all died unawares, sitting in the sanctuary they had guarded and which is now no more.
When he returned to the room Pierre was sitting in the same place as before, with his head in his hands.
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.
A dirty, barefooted maid was sitting on a trunk, and, having undone her pale-colored plait, was pulling it straight and sniffing at her singed hair.
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.
The old man was already sitting barefoot.
When he had parted from Malvintseva Nicholas wished to return to the dancing, but the governor's little wife placed her plump hand on his sleeve and, saying that she wanted to have a talk with him, led him to her sitting room, from which those who were there immediately withdrew so as not to be in her way.
The wounded man was much better that day and Natasha was sitting with him.
Sitting silent and motionless on a heap of straw against the wall, Pierre sometimes opened and sometimes closed his eyes.
What "still the same" might mean Princess Mary did not ask, but with an unnoticed glance at little seven-year-old Nicholas, who was sitting in front of her looking with pleasure at the town, she bowed her head and did not raise it again till the heavy coach, rumbling, shaking and swaying, came to a stop.
As soon as Natasha, sitting at the head of Prince Andrew's bed, heard of Princess Mary's arrival, she softly left his room and hastened to her with those swift steps that had sounded buoyant to Princess Mary.
She was sitting in an armchair placed sideways, screening the light of the candle from him, and was knitting a stocking.
See that fellow there sitting on the trunks....
"Oh, he's a hard nut to crack," said one of the officers who was sitting in the shadow at the other side of the fire.
Perhaps he was really sitting on a wagon, but it might very well be that he was not sitting on a wagon but on a terribly high tower from which, if he fell, he would have to fall for a whole day or a whole month, or go on falling and never reach the bottom.
Perhaps it was just the Cossack, Likhachev, who was sitting under the wagon, but it might be the kindest, bravest, most wonderful, most splendid man in the world, whom no one knew of.
There Platon Karataev was sitting covered up--head and all--with his greatcoat as if it were a vestment, telling the soldiers in his effective and pleasant though now feeble voice a story Pierre knew.
Karataev was still sitting at the side of the road under the birch tree and two Frenchmen were talking over his head.
From behind, where Karataev had been sitting, came the sound of a shot.
Behind him, where Karataev had been sitting, the dog began to howl.
A prisoner, the Russian soldier the Frenchman had pushed away, was sitting near the fire patting something with his hand.
Looking more closely Pierre recognized the blue-gray dog, sitting beside the soldier, wagging its tail.
After she felt herself deserted by Princes Mary and alone in her grief, Natasha spent most of the time in her room by herself, sitting huddled up feet and all in the corner of the sofa, tearing and twisting something with her slender nervous fingers and gazing intently and fixedly at whatever her eyes chanced to fall on.
The countess was sitting up in bed and speaking softly.
Two sergeants major were sitting with them and their campfire blazed brighter than others.
Meanwhile Morel was sitting in the best place by the fire, surrounded by the soldiers.
One day in midwinter when sitting in the schoolroom attending to her nephew's lessons, she was informed that Rostov had called.
And without a word to his wife he went to the little sitting room and lay down on the sofa.
"Mary, dear, I think he is asleep--he was so tired," said Sonya, meeting her in the large sitting room (it seemed to Countess Mary that she crossed her path everywhere).
Countess Mary remained in the sitting room.
Natasha, who was sitting opposite to him with her eldest daughter on her lap, turned her sparkling eyes swiftly from her husband to the things he showed her.
Well, and what harm is there in that? and she rose (everybody else got up too) and with a severe expression sailed back to her table in the sitting room.
"Why this," began Pierre, not sitting down but pacing the room, sometimes stopping short, gesticulating, and lisping: "the position in Petersburg is this: the Emperor does not look into anything.
He came up behind her and took the coffee cup from her hands, sitting it on the table.
Sitting her in her chair, she glanced around the table.
She woke when the bed sank with the weight of a person sitting down.
Tammy burst through the door and saw Lisa sitting on the counter.
Yes. I just can't stand sitting around.
Dad's old truck had been sitting at Mary's since it broke down.
He turned to glare at her and almost snapped at her for sitting on the counter.
"It's about the … uh, thing you told me about, isn't it?" she said, sitting up.
Sweetheart, I'm sitting in your car bleeding to death.
The Dean's private quarters, a sitting room-office combination and bedroom, were located in the rear.
When the sun got round to the window where she was sitting with her book, she got up impatiently and shut the window.
The countess was sitting with her companion Belova, playing grand- patience as usual, when Pierre and Natasha came into the drawing room with parcels under their arms.
I've been sitting right over there.
I wouldn't be sitting here without you.
"I don't like the sound of that," she said, sitting back in her seat.
She is sitting by me as I write, her face serene and happy, crocheting a long red chain of Scotch wool.