She sighed and turned away.
She turned her head and kissed him on the cheek.
Then they turned bottom side up, and continued to roll slowly over until they were right side up again.
His gaze sought Carmen and the sides of his mouth turned up in a warm smile.
She pushed the thought from her mind and turned to him.
He turned, regarding her with apprehension.
She turned her head to watch him.
Scarcity was the new watchword as the focus turned to all the problems of the future, not all the possibilities.
Pierre turned his whole body, making the sofa creak.
Then he turned back to his father, who was watching him with interest.
Instantly the Princess turned and faced him, and when he saw that she was picked the Prince stood still and began to tremble.
Being curious to know what position my great bubbles occupied with regard to the new ice, I broke out a cake containing a middling sized one, and turned it bottom upward.
Saying this he again turned round, dropped his hands, took the bottle and lifted it to his lips, threw back his head, and raised his free hand to balance himself.
On seeing Alpatych, Ferapontov turned to him:
You don't need my opinion on this, she said as she turned toward the living room again.
Then he got into the buggy again and took the reins, and the horse at once backed away from the tree, turned slowly around, and began to trot down the sandy road which was just visible in the dim light.
I have often held in my hand a little model of the Plymouth Rock which a kind gentleman gave me at Pilgrim Hall, and I have fingered its curves, the split in the centre and the embossed figures "1620," and turned over in my mind all that I knew about the wonderful story of the Pilgrims.
She turned to him.
"Not for them." he said, and turned to the bathroom.
Whichever way we turned, it seemed that the heavens and the earth had met together, since he enhanced the beauty of the landscape.
He reached her and turned, walking beside her as they started back up the hill to the house.
That served another purpose when the conversation turned to the possibility of another child.
She wasn't vain enough to think that turned him to drinking, though.
Alex gently turned her around and took her into his arms.
He turned to find Jonathan grinning up at him.
She turned to Felipa.
His head turned suddenly, his bewildered gaze searching her face.
Carmen met his gaze for a moment - long enough to reunite, and then they both turned back to the others.
When the kids were settled in their room, she turned on Alex.
When they turned around, Alex was still on the horse.
The men cheered as he turned the horse and rode it out of the corral.
Getting no response from Alex, he shrugged and turned to his desk.
That night it stormed and then turned cold.
He turned from the mirror and gazed down at her solemnly.
She turned to Carmen.
Carmen turned the light off and shut the door.
He stumbled over something and exclaimed before she turned on the lamp beside her bed.
Felipa turned a pleased smile on Carmen.
That night after Jonathan was in bed, Carmen turned to Alex.
Carmen turned and tipped her head back to look at the face of the man who towered over her.
Finally his head turned slowly, as if feeling her intense gaze.
When Carmen turned, Dulce was watching her with the same expression.
The idea was reinforced when Gerald turned and walked out the door without doing so.
She turned to find Alex smiling down at her.
For a moment he looked confused, and then turned away.
One glance at the picture and his neck turned red.
Alex turned to her.
Remembering Dulce's face at the table, she turned, frowning up at him.
When Dulce stopped talking, he said something and turned, walking away from her.
"Mostly," Felipa said as she turned toward the kitchen.
Señor Medena turned his attention to Alfonso.
Alex put the paper down and turned toward her, sliding an arm behind her on the back of the couch.
Carmen turned and lifted a hand to shade her eyes from the sun.
He turned and walked down the street, and after a moment's hesitation Dorothy caught Eureka in her arms and climbed into the buggy.
The words of the cold and moist vegetable Prince were not very comforting, and as he spoke them he turned away and left the enclosure.
Then all the people bowed low to her, and the Prince turned and walked away alone.
"Yes, indeed; come into my shop, please," and the braided man turned and led the way into a smaller cave, where he evidently lived.
But Jim was ready for them, and when he saw them coming he turned his heels toward them and began kicking out as hard as he could.
Hearing these words our friends turned in the direction of the sound, and the Wizard held his lanterns so that their light would flood one of the little pockets in the rock.
The Wizard turned to look at him.
Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.
He turned the picture this way and that, and looked at it from every side.
The shah turned to the second man: "Have you a daughter?"
What would we have the centuries to come to say about us: That we were so eager to maximize our position of power and wealth that we turned a blind eye to injustice?
The Internet is still able to be "turned off" by despotic rulers.
After staring for two or three minutes, Ambrose turned a page and continued staring.
Turned to this new use, the fund grew fast, and Tommy was provided for.
Finding that there was, she turned to me, making the sign of turning a key and pointing to the bag.
When her attention was drawn to a marble slab inscribed with the name FLORENCE in relief, she dropped upon the ground as though looking for something, then turned to me with a face full of trouble, and asked, "Were is poor little Florence?"
So Helen Keller's aptitude for language is her whole mental aptitude, turned to language because of its extraordinary value to her.
Now he found out that his father's words were true, for a few days of warm weather had turned the green balls into rosebuds, and they were SO beautiful that it was enough to make Birdie stand still before them, his blue eyes dancing with delight and his little hands clasped tightly together.
I felt proud to know that the liberties of Massachusetts and of our fatherland were in such safe keeping; and as I turned to my hoeing again I was filled with an inexpressible confidence, and pursued my labor cheerfully with a calm trust in the future.
In our most trivial walks, we are constantly, though unconsciously, steering like pilots by certain well-known beacons and headlands, and if we go beyond our usual course we still carry in our minds the bearing of some neighboring cape; and not till we are completely lost, or turned round--for a man needs only to be turned round once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost--do we appreciate the vastness and strangeness of nature.
Already, by the first of September, I had seen two or three small maples turned scarlet across the pond, beneath where the white stems of three aspens diverged, at the point of a promontory, next the water.
They waited in silence while he skinned the fox, then followed the brush a while, and at length turned off into the woods again.
It was to see my native village in the light of the Middle Ages, and our Concord was turned into a Rhine stream, and visions of knights and castles passed before me.
You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools.
Tell me what this wretched war is for? she added, addressing Prince Vasili, and without waiting for an answer she turned to speak to his daughter, the beautiful Helene.
He turned away from her with a grimace that distorted his handsome face, kissed Anna Pavlovna's hand, and screwing up his eyes scanned the whole company.
Anatole turned to the Englishman and taking him by one of the buttons of his coat and looking down at him--the Englishman was short--began repeating the terms of the wager to him in English.
"But do you know, my dear, that was a capital joke," said the count; and seeing that the elder visitor was not listening, he turned to the young ladies.
This Buonaparte has turned all their heads; they all think of how he rose from an ensign and became Emperor.
Julie Karagina turned to young Rostov.
She's turned out splendidly all the same, he added, winking at Vera.
His position has not turned his head at all.
The hall porter sullenly pulled a bell that rang upstairs, and turned away.
Prince Vasili turned to her.
I imagine what you have gone through, and she sympathetically turned up her eyes.
She took a pair of pear-shaped ruby earrings from her huge reticule and, having given them to the rosy Natasha, who beamed with the pleasure of her saint's-day fete, turned away at once and addressed herself to Pierre.
She turned away and gave her hand to the count, who could hardly keep from laughing.
Sonya wore a company smile but was evidently tormented by jealousy; now she turned pale, now blushed and strained every nerve to overhear what Nicholas and Julie were saying to one another.
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.
As the wheels rolled softly over the straw beneath the windows, Anna Mikhaylovna, having turned with words of comfort to her companion, realized that he was asleep in his corner and woke him up.
All became silent and turned to look at the pale tear-worn Anna Mikhaylovna as she entered, and at the big stout figure of Pierre who, hanging his head, meekly followed her.
As soon as Anna Mikhaylovna had disappeared he noticed that the eyes of all in the room turned to him with something more than curiosity and sympathy.
That is well! and he turned to go.
Prince Vasili in front of the door, near the invalid chair, a wax taper in his left hand, was leaning his left arm on the carved back of a velvet chair he had turned round for the purpose, and was crossing himself with his right hand, turning his eyes upward each time he touched his forehead.
While the count was being turned over, one of his arms fell back helplessly and he made a fruitless effort to pull it forward.
The sick man was turned on to his side with his face to the wall.
She turned to go, but he stopped her with a gesture and took an uncut book from the high desk.
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 had turned toward her brother, and through her tears the loving, warm, gentle look of her large luminous eyes, very beautiful at that moment, rested on Prince Andrew's face.
Princess Mary did not listen to the end, but continuing her train of thought turned to her sister-in-law with a tender glance at her figure.
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.
And the conversation again turned on the war, on Bonaparte, and the generals and statesmen of the day.
It would not be turned off the field even on the Tsaritsin Meadow.
"I request you to have the goodness to change your coat," he said as he turned away.
The same smile of the eyes with which he had turned from Captain Timokhin again flitted over his face.
He turned away and went to the carriage.
A drummer, their leader, turned round facing the singers, and flourishing his arm, began a long-drawn-out soldiers' song, commencing with the words: "Morning dawned, the sun was rising," and concluding: "On then, brothers, on to glory, led by Father Kamenski."
The general frowned, turned away, and went on.
Nesvitski with a laugh threw his arms round Prince Andrew, but Bolkonski, turning still paler, pushed him away with an angry look and turned to Zherkov.
He waited a moment to see whether the cornet would answer, but he turned and went out of the corridor.
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.
When Telyanin had finished his lunch he took out of his pocket a double purse and, drawing its rings aside with his small, white, turned-up fingers, drew out a gold imperial, and lifting his eyebrows gave it to the waiter.
And the staff captain rose and turned away from Rostov.
The eyes of all the soldiers turned toward the women, and while the vehicle was passing at foot pace all the soldiers' remarks related to the two young ones.
The colonel deliberately stopped the regiment and turned to Nesvitski.
Nicholas Rostov turned away and, as if searching for something, gazed into the distance, at the waters of the Danube, at the sky, and at the sun.
He had an intellectual and distinctive head, but the instant he turned to Prince Andrew the firm, intelligent expression on his face changed in a way evidently deliberate and habitual to him.
The officer glanced at him, and without replying turned again to the soldier.
They hastily turned round to him asking if he had any news.
The clerk, with cuffs turned up, was hastily writing at a tub turned bottom upwards.
He turned to Kozlovski with urgent questions.
Five minutes later, gently swaying on the soft springs of the carriage, he turned to Prince Andrew.
This morning I turned them all out and now look, it's full again.
Now you, Captain, and he turned to a thin, dirty little artillery officer who without his boots (he had given them to the canteen keeper to dry), in only his stockings, rose when they entered, smiling not altogether comfortably.
Prince Andrew turned his horse and galloped back to Grunth to find Prince Bagration.
Zherkov and the staff officer bent over their saddles and turned their horses away.
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?"
Prince Bagration turned to the officer and with his dull eyes looked at him in silence.
The commander of the regiment turned to Prince Bagration, entreating him to go back as it was too dangerous to remain where they were.
"Please, your excellency, for God's sake!" he kept saying, glancing for support at an officer of the suite who turned away from him.
A morose soldier marching on the left turned his eyes on Bagration as he shouted, with an expression that seemed to say: "We know that ourselves!"
(He distinctly saw an old French officer who, with gaitered legs and turned-out toes, climbed the hill with difficulty.)
Zherkov, not removing his hand from his cap, turned his horse about and galloped off.
"All right, all right," replied the commander, and turned to Major Ekonomov.
The horses were replaced by others from a reserve gun carriage, the wounded were carried away, and the four guns were turned against the ten-gun battery.
Tushin turned round in dismay.
It was the staff officer who had turned him out of the booth at Grunth.
He turned his horse and galloped off.
An infantryman came to the fire, squatted on his heels, held his hands to the blaze, and turned away his face.
Prince Bagration turned to the old colonel:
The aunt coughed, swallowed, and said in French that she was very pleased to see Helene, then she turned to Pierre with the same words of welcome and the same look.
In the middle of a dull and halting conversation, Helene turned to Pierre with the beautiful bright smile that she gave to everyone.
And he again turned to Pierre.
The prince turned round to the overseer and fixed his eyes on him, frowning.
The princess felt this, and as if wishing to show him that she did not even dare expect to interest him, she turned to his father.
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.
Each time that these hints began to make the countess anxious and she glanced uneasily at the count and at Anna Mikhaylovna, the latter very adroitly turned the conversation to insignificant matters.
When she heard this Sonya blushed so that tears came into her eyes and, unable to bear the looks turned upon her, ran away into the dancing hall, whirled round it at full speed with her dress puffed out like a balloon, and, flushed and smiling, plumped down on the floor.
The one who was writing and whom Boris addressed turned round crossly and told him Bolkonski was on duty and that he should go through the door on the left into the reception room if he wished to see him.
"Very well, then, be so good as to wait," said Prince Andrew to the general, in Russian, speaking with the French intonation he affected when he wished to speak contemptuously, and noticing Boris, Prince Andrew, paying no more heed to the general who ran after him imploring him to hear something more, nodded and turned to him with a cheerful smile.
He turned away and waited impatiently for Prince Andrew's return from the commander-in- chief's room.
Prince Andrew did neither: a look of animosity appeared on his face and the other turned away and went down the side of the corridor.
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.
He remained stubbornly silent, gazing at Weyrother's face, and only turned away his eyes when the Austrian chief of staff finished reading.
Langeron lifted his eyes with an expression of perplexity, turned round to Miloradovich as if seeking an explanation, but meeting the latter's impressive but meaningless gaze drooped his eyes sadly and again took to twirling his snuffbox.
Rostov turned his horse and galloped back.
Kutuzov turned round without answering and his eye happened to fall upon Prince Andrew, who was beside him.
"All right, all right!" he said to Prince Andrew, and turned to a general who, watch in hand, was saying it was time they started as all the left-flank columns had already descended.
The Emperor turned with a smile to one of his followers and made a remark to him, pointing to the gallant Apsherons.
Prince Andrew, who was a little behind looking at them, turned to an adjutant to ask him for a field glass.
Another in the same place turned round and fired in the air; a third was striking the horse Kutuzov himself rode.
At that moment Alexander turned his head and Rostov saw the beloved features that were so deeply engraved on his memory.
And he turned round and galloped back to the place where he had seen the Emperor, but there was no one beyond the ditch now.
One of the hindmost guns that was going onto the dam turned off onto the ice.
The Emperor without waiting for an answer turned away and said to one of the officers as he went: Have these gentlemen attended to and taken to my bivouac; let my doctor, Larrey, examine their wounds.
The well-known old door handle, which always angered the countess when it was not properly cleaned, turned as loosely as ever.
The same happy, rapturous faces turned to the shaggy figure of Denisov.
Curving her arms, Natasha held out her skirts as dancers do, ran back a few steps, turned, cut a caper, brought her little feet sharply together, and made some steps on the very tips of her toes.
And the count turned to the cook, who, with a shrewd and respectful expression, looked observantly and sympathetically at the father and son.
Anna Mikhaylovna turned up her eyes, and profound sadness was depicted on her face.
Every time he chanced to meet Dolokhov's handsome insolent eyes, Pierre felt something terrible and monstrous rising in his soul and turned quickly away.
He reddened and turned away.
"Well, now to the health of handsome women!" said Dolokhov, and with a serious expression, but with a smile lurking at the corners of his mouth, he turned with his glass to Pierre.
Hearing that cry and seeing to whom it was addressed, Nesvitski and the neighbor on his right quickly turned in alarm to Bezukhov.
Pierre turned over heavily on the ottoman and opened his mouth, but could not reply.
Some women passing with quiet steps in and out of the bedroom glanced at the princess and turned away.
"You did not get my letter?" he asked, and not waiting for a reply-- which he would not have received, for the princess was unable to speak-- he turned back, rapidly mounted the stairs again with the doctor who had entered the hall after him (they had met at the last post station), and again embraced his sister.
Prince Andrew turned to him, but the doctor gave him a bewildered look and passed by without a word.
"Look how many charming young ladies-" He turned with the same request to Denisov who was also a former pupil of his.
Nicholas turned away from her.
And again he twisted the screw with the stripped thread, and again it turned uselessly in the same place.
The servant brought back his tumbler turned upside down, * with an unfinished bit of nibbled sugar, and asked if anything more would be wanted.
He gulped and turned away.
He was conducted from that room along passages that turned backwards and forwards and was at last brought to the doors of the Lodge.
As soon as he had finished she turned to him with her usual smile.
Everyone turned toward him.
"It is the sword of Frederick the Great which I..." she began, but Hippolyte interrupted her with the words: "Le Roi de Prusse..." and again, as soon as all turned toward him, excused himself and said no more.
The conversation did not flag all evening and turned chiefly on the political news.
When everybody rose to go, Helene who had spoken very little all the evening again turned to Boris, asking him in a tone of caressing significant command to come to her on Tuesday.
At dinner, conversation turned on Pierre's marriage.
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.
"Go to the devil! quick ma'ch, while you're safe and sound!" and Denisov turned his horse on the officer.
"It's certainly well written," said Tushin, "but that's not the point, Vasili Dmitrich," and he also turned to Rostov.
Rostov turned and was about to go, but the man in the braces stopped him.
Stopping beside his horse, with his hand on the saddle, the Emperor turned to the cavalry general and said in a loud voice, evidently wishing to be heard by all:
Napoleon slightly turned his head, and put his plump little hand out behind him as if to take something.
Napoleon merely laid the cross on Lazarev's breast and, dropping his hand, turned toward Alexander as though sure that the cross would adhere there.
The conversation naturally turned on the peace.
But apparently the coachman's sympathy was not enough for Peter, and he turned on the box toward his master.
"Oh, the spring, I suppose," he thought as he turned round.
As he passed through the forest Prince Andrew turned several times to look at that oak, as if expecting something from it.
Arakcheev turned his head toward him without looking at him.
Arakcheev's eyes turned toward him.
The party of the old and dissatisfied, who censured the innovations, turned to him expecting his sympathy in their disapproval of the reforms, simply because he was the son of his father.
When Kochubey introduced Prince Andrew, Speranski slowly turned his eyes to Bolkonski with his customary smile and looked at him in silence.
Had his wife come to him, he would not have turned her away.
Then our talk turned to the interpretation of the seven pillars and steps of the Temple, the seven sciences, the seven virtues, the seven vices, and the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit.
You have quite turned his head, I can see that....
You have quite turned his head, and why?
There's one talking to him and he has turned away, she said, pointing at him.
Boris passed them twice and each time turned away.
(He rose and kissed Vera's hand, and on the way to her straightened out a turned-up corner of the carpet.)
"Well?" asked Pierre, seeing his friend's strange animation with surprise, and noticing the glance he turned on Natasha as he rose.
"Hush!" whispered the count and turned to Simon.
The count turned and saw on his right Mitka staring at him with eyes starting out of his head, raising his cap and pointing before him to the other side.
The wolf paused, turned its heavy forehead toward the dogs awkwardly, like a man suffering from the quinsy, and, still slightly swaying from side to side, gave a couple of leaps and with a swish of its tail disappeared into the skirt of the wood.
Old Karay had turned his head and was angrily searching for fleas, baring his yellow teeth and snapping at his hind legs.
Nearer and nearer... now she was ahead of it; but the wolf turned its head to face her, and instead of putting on speed as she usually did Milka suddenly raised her tail and stiffened her forelegs.
Now they drew close to the fox which began to dodge between the field in sharper and sharper curves, trailing its brush, when suddenly a strange white borzoi dashed in followed by a black one, and everything was in confusion; the borzois formed a star-shaped figure, scarcely swaying their bodies and with tails turned away from the center of the group.
The huntsman stood halfway up the knoll holding up his whip and the gentlefolk rode up to him at a footpace; the hounds that were far off on the horizon turned away from the hare, and the whips, but not the gentlefolk, also moved away.
"Once she had missed it and turned it away, any mongrel could take it," Ilagin was saying at the same time, breathless from his gallop and his excitement.
Her voice broke, tears gushed from her eyes, and she turned quickly to hide them and left the room.
"Nothing," said he and turned again to the horses.
Zakhar held back his horses and turned his face, which was already covered with hoarfrost to his eyebrows.
His face was cheerful, and he turned to me.
I turned him out of my house this morning.
There now, you turned Metivier out by the scruff of his neck because he is a Frenchman and a scoundrel, but our ladies crawl after him on their knees.
One thing has come on top of another: her rags to buy, and now a purchaser has turned up for the Moscow estate and for the house.
When they got home she turned everybody out of the room except Natasha, and then called her pet to her armchair.
I can't bear this waiting and I shall cry in a minute! and she turned away from the glass, making an effort not to cry.
Dolokhov and Anatole Kuragin have turned all our ladies' heads.
As soon as it rose everyone in the boxes and stalls became silent, and all the men, old and young, in uniform and evening dress, and all the women with gems on their bare flesh, turned their whole attention with eager curiosity to the stage.
She even turned so that he should see her profile in what she thought was its most becoming aspect.
She turned and their eyes met.
When the second act was over Countess Bezukhova rose, turned to the Rostovs' box--her whole bosom completely exposed--beckoned the old count with a gloved finger, and paying no attention to those who had entered her box began talking to him with an amiable smile.
Natasha turned her pretty little head toward the elegant young officer and smiled at him over her bare shoulder.
When she turned away she feared he might seize her from behind by her bare arm and kiss her on the neck.
She did not know what to say and turned away as if she had not heard his remark.
But as soon as she had turned away she felt that he was there, behind, so close behind her.
Agitated and flushed she turned round.
As Shinshin had remarked, from the time of his arrival Anatole had turned the heads of the Moscow ladies, especially by the fact that he slighted them and plainly preferred the gypsy girls and French actresses--with the chief of whom, Mademoiselle George, he was said to be on intimate relations.
"Come, come, Natasha!" said the count, as he turned back for his daughter.
Dolokhov banged down the lid of his desk and turned to Anatole with an ironic smile:
"Go to the devil!" cried Anatole and, clutching his hair, left the room, but returned at once and dropped into an armchair in front of Dolokhov with his feet turned under him.
"That's the way," said Dolokhov, "and then so!" and he turned the collar up round her head, leaving only a little of the face uncovered.
Anatole followed the maid into the courtyard, turned the corner, and ran up into the porch.
She put her large hand under Natasha's face and turned it toward her.
When the count came to see her she turned anxiously round at the sound of a man's footstep, and then her face resumed its cold and malevolent expression.
He paced through the ballroom, waited till everyone had come, and as Anatole had not turned up did not stay for dinner but drove home.
"Posterity will do him justice," he concluded, and at once turned to Pierre.
At dinner the talk turned on the war, the approach of which was becoming evident.
I am not worth it! exclaimed Natasha and turned to leave the room, but Pierre held her hand.
He rode across one of the swaying pontoon bridges to the farther side, turned sharply to the left, and galloped in the direction of Kovno, preceded by enraptured, mounted chasseurs of the Guard who, breathless with delight, galloped ahead to clear a path for him through the troops.
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.
Napoleon turned quickly and began to pace the room.
Napoleon, without giving them a glance, turned to Balashev:
Napoleon turned to him with a pleasant, though slightly ironic, smile.
Has he not thought that I may do the same? and he turned inquiringly to Balashev, and evidently this thought turned him back on to the track of his morning's anger, which was still fresh in him.
Prince Andrew turned away and began pacing the room.
The only reasonable thing left to do is to conclude peace as soon as possible, before we are turned out of Petersburg.
Pfuel only snorted contemptuously and turned away, to show that he would never demean himself by replying to such nonsense as he was now hearing.
But while Nicholas was considering these questions and still could reach no clear solution of what puzzled him so, the wheel of fortune in the service, as often happens, turned in his favor.
Tears suddenly rose in her eyes, she turned away, lifted her music before her eyes, began singing again, and again began walking up and down the room.
The countess, in dismay, looked up to heaven, clasped her hands, and turned angrily to her husband.
Be quiet, I tell you! cried the count, with a glance at his wife, who had turned pale and was staring fixedly at her son.
Several people were sorry for Petya, and suddenly a crowd turned toward him and pressed round him.
Not only was Pierre's attempt to speak unsuccessful, but he was rudely interrupted, pushed aside, and people turned away from him as from a common enemy.
"To his Honor Baron Asch, from General-in-Chief Prince Bolkonski," he announced with such solemnity and significance that the official turned to him and took the letters.
Eager, frightened, helpless glances were turned on Alpatych when he came out of the Governor's room.
"What marvels!" she exclaimed, but hearing her master's voice she turned back, pulling down her tucked-up skirt.
Seeing that his trap would not be able to move on for some time, Alpatych got down and turned into the side street to look at the fire.
Then, vexed at his own weakness, he turned away and began to report on the position of affairs.
As soon as he said this both Prince Vasili and Anna Pavlovna turned away from him and glanced sadly at one another with a sigh at his naivete.
Several times, waking up, she heard his groans and muttering, the creak of his bed, and the steps of Tikhon and the doctor when they turned him over.
Several times she listened at the door, and it seemed to her that his mutterings were louder than usual and that they turned him over oftener.
She had noticed with what dissatisfaction he turned from the look she sometimes involuntarily fixed on him.
Again Princess Mary tried to catch someone's eye, but not a single eye in the crowd was turned to her; evidently they were all trying to avoid her look.
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.
Rostov stopped and, clenching his fists, suddenly and sternly turned on Alpatych.
Alpatych turned to the peasants and ordered two of them by name to come and bind Karp.
The lieutenant colonel turned to a smart orderly, who, with the peculiar contempt with which a commander-in- chief's orderly speaks to officers, replied:
Pierre choked, his face puckered, and he turned hastily away, went back to his trap muttering something to himself as he went, and took his seat.
One of the wounded, an old soldier with a bandaged arm who was following the cart on foot, caught hold of it with his sound hand and turned to look at Pierre.
Boris said a few words to his general, and Count Bennigsen turned to Pierre and proposed that he should ride with him along the line.
They rode across that bridge into the village of Borodino and thence turned to the left, passing an enormous number of troops and guns, and came to a high knoll where militiamen were digging.
You see, we were going away, so he would get it all; wasn't it so, your excellency? and again Timokhin turned to the prince.
Napoleon turned to him gaily and pulled his ear.
With courtly adroitness de Beausset half turned and without turning his back to the Emperor retired two steps, twitching off the cloth at the same time, and said:
He turned to look at Kutuzov and his suite, to compare his impressions with those of others.
Having descended the hill the general after whom Pierre was galloping turned sharply to the left, and Pierre, losing sight of him, galloped in among some ranks of infantry marching ahead of him.
But the adjutant turned his horse about and rode on.
The soldiers handed up the charges, turned, loaded, and did their business with strained smartness.
He saw the senior officer lying on the earth wall with his back turned as if he were examining something down below and that one of the soldiers he had noticed before was struggling forward shouting "Brothers!" and trying to free himself from some men who were holding him by the arm.
In this way two cavalry regiments galloped through the Semenovsk hollow and as soon as they reached the top of the incline turned round and galloped full speed back again.
In the midst of this conversation, which was beginning to interest Napoleon, Berthier's eyes turned to look at a general with a suite, who was galloping toward the knoll on a lathering horse.
The adjutant bent his head affirmatively and began to report, but the Emperor turned from him, took a couple of steps, stopped, came back, and called Berthier.
"Go away..." exclaimed Napoleon suddenly and morosely, and turned aside.
"Ride over to Prince Peter Ivanovich and find out about it exactly," he said to one of his adjutants, and then turned to the Duke of Wurttemberg who was standing behind him.
The dressing station consisted of three tents with flaps turned back, pitched at the edge of a birch wood.
He glanced at Prince Andrew's face and quickly turned away.
After hearing what was being said by one or other of these groups he generally turned away with an air of disappointment, as though they were not speaking of anything he wished to hear.
"Good-bye!" he said and turned with his groom toward the inn.
Pierre turned away with repugnance, and closing his eyes quickly fell back on the carriage seat.
The count and countess turned to her when they had any orders to give.
The cart in which the officer lay was turned into the Rostovs' yard, and dozens of carts with wounded men began at the invitation of the townsfolk to turn into the yards and to draw up at the entrances of the houses in Povarskaya Street.
She turned everything out and began quickly repacking, deciding that the inferior Russian carpets and unnecessary crockery should not be taken at all.
Her throat quivered with convulsive sobs and, afraid of weakening and letting the force of her anger run to waste, she turned and rushed headlong up the stairs.
But as soon as Pierre turned toward him he wrapped his dressing gown around him with a shamefaced and angry look and hurried away.
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.
While the troops, dividing into two parts when passing around the Kremlin, were thronging the Moskva and the Stone bridges, a great many soldiers, taking advantage of the stoppage and congestion, turned back from the bridges and slipped stealthily and silently past the church of Vasili the Beatified and under the Borovitski gate, back up the hill to the Red Square where some instinct told them they could easily take things not belonging to them.
And flourishing his arm energetically he turned sideways to the officer.
And as soon as the officer let go of the gate handle she turned and, hurrying away on her old legs, went through the back yard to the servants' quarters.
The lad with the turned-up sleeve gave the smith a blow in the face and cried wildly: "They're fighting us, lads!"
The tall lad, standing in the porch, turned his bleared eyes from the publican to the smith and back again as if considering whom he ought to fight now.
He'll explain... voices in the rear of the crowd were suddenly heard saying, and the general attention turned to the police superintendent's trap which drove into the square attended by two mounted dragoons.
The superintendent of police turned round at that moment with a scared look, said something to his coachman, and his horses increased their speed.
The young man in his clattering chains stepped clumsily to the spot indicated, holding away with one finger the coat collar which chafed his neck, turned his long neck twice this way and that, sighed, and submissively folded before him his thin hands, unused to work.
At the moment when Vereshchagin fell and the crowd closed in with savage yells and swayed about him, Rostopchin suddenly turned pale and, instead of going to the back entrance where his carriage awaited him, went with hurried steps and bent head, not knowing where and why, along the passage leading to the rooms on the ground floor.
Planning beforehand what he would say to Kutuzov, Rostopchin turned angrily in his caleche and gazed sternly from side to side.
He saw the frightened and then infuriated face of the dragoon who dealt the blow, the look of silent, timid reproach that boy in the fur-lined coat had turned upon him.
Again the officer turned to Gerasim and asked him to show him the rooms in the house.
Hearing the yell the officer turned round, and at the same moment Pierre threw himself on the drunkard.
The Frenchman turned pale and rushed to the door.
The Frenchman listened in silence with the same gloomy expression, but suddenly turned to Pierre with a smile.
Probably the word "gallant" turned the captain's thoughts to the state of Moscow.
All turned their attention to the glow.
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.
He was the same as ever, but the feverish color of his face, his glittering eyes rapturously turned toward her, and especially his neck, delicate as a child's, revealed by the turn-down collar of his shirt, gave him a peculiarly innocent, childlike look, such as she had never seen on him before.
Pierre turned back, giving a spring now and then to keep up with her.
She ran across the street, turned down a side street to the left, and, passing three houses, turned into a yard on the right.
Her face struck Pierre and, hurrying along by the fence, he turned several times to look at her.
Then he turned to Pierre.
And having thus demolished the young man, Anna Pavlovna turned to another group where Bilibin was talking about the Austrians: having wrinkled up his face he was evidently preparing to smooth it out again and utter one of his mots.
It was said that Prince Vasili and the old count had turned upon the Italian, but the latter had produced such letters from the unfortunate deceased that they had immediately let the matter drop.
Those who tried to understand the general course of events and to take part in it by self-sacrifice and heroism were the most useless members of society, they saw everything upside down, and all they did for the common good turned out to be useless and foolish--like Pierre's and Mamonov's regiments which looted Russian villages, and the lint the young ladies prepared and that never reached the wounded, and so on.
As soon as Nicholas entered in his hussar uniform, diffusing around him a fragrance of perfume and wine, and had uttered the words "better late than never" and heard them repeated several times by others, people clustered around him; all eyes turned on him, and he felt at once that he had entered into his proper position in the province--that of a universal favorite: a very pleasant position, and intoxicatingly so after his long privations.
When Rostov entered the room, the princess dropped her eyes for an instant, as if to give the visitor time to greet her aunt, and then just as Nicholas turned to her she raised her head and met his look with shining eyes.
When a pause occurred during his short visit, Nicholas, as is usual when there are children, turned to Prince Andrew's little son, caressing him and asking whether he would like to be an hussar.
He had read only a few lines when he turned pale and his eyes opened wide with fear and joy.
She not only remembered what she had then said--that he turned to look at her and smiled and was covered with something red--but was firmly convinced that she had then seen and said that he was covered with a pink quilt and that his eyes were closed.
He turned his head and saw that the adjutant was putting another question to Davout.
Pierre turned away to avoid seeing what was going to happen.
"Well, lad," and a smile changed the tone of his voice "we thought it was a misfortune but it turned out a blessing!
She turned away and was about to ask the countess again how to go to him, when light, impetuous, and seemingly buoyant steps were heard at the door.
Princess Mary raised her head, dried her eyes, and turned to Natasha.
"And I!"--She turned away for an instant.
Twice she turned and looked at him, and her eyes met his beaming at her.
The army turned more to the south, along the Ryazan road and nearer to its supplies.
He remained in Moscow till October, letting the troops plunder the city; then, hesitating whether to leave a garrison behind him, he quitted Moscow, approached Kutuzov without joining battle, turned to the right and reached Malo-Yaroslavets, again without attempting to break through and take the road Kutuzov took, but retiring instead to Mozhaysk along the devastated Smolensk road.
The rustle of the battle of Tarutino frightened the beast, and it rushed forward onto the hunter's gun, reached him, turned back, and finally--like any wild beast--ran back along the most disadvantageous and dangerous path, where the old scent was familiar.
And handing back the odd bits he turned and went out.
All Pierre's daydreams now turned on the time when he would be free.
Pierre turned back, not to his companions by the campfire, but to an unharnessed cart where there was nobody.
Suddenly he burst out into a fit of his broad, good-natured laughter, so loud that men from various sides turned with surprise to see what this strange and evidently solitary laughter could mean.
He tried to say something, but his face suddenly puckered and wrinkled; he waved his arm at Toll and turned to the opposite side of the room, to the corner darkened by the icons that hung there.
Like his horse, which turned its head and laid its ears back, he shrank from the driving rain and gazed anxiously before him.
Denisov turned away from him frowning and addressed the esaul, conveying his own conjectures to him.
After talking for some time with the esaul about next day's attack, which now, seeing how near they were to the French, he seemed to have definitely decided on, Denisov turned his horse and rode back.
One turned up and I grabbed him, like this.
He turned his eyes rapidly from Tikhon's face to the esaul's and Denisov's, unable to make out what it all meant.
Having ridden up the road, on both sides of which French talk could be heard around the campfires, Dolokhov turned into the courtyard of the landowner's house.
Dolokhov kissed him, laughed, turned his horse, and vanished into the darkness.
He turned to glance at him.
Denisov did not reply; he rode up to Petya, dismounted, and with trembling hands turned toward himself the bloodstained, mud-bespattered face which had already gone white.
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.
His sleeves were rolled up and his sinewy, hairy, red hands with their short fingers deftly turned the ramrod.
And twisting the ramrod he looked gloomily at Pierre, who turned away and gazed into the darkness.
The Russian army, expecting Napoleon to take the road to the right beyond the Dnieper--which was the only reasonable thing for him to do-- themselves turned to the right and came out onto the highroad at Krasnoe.
From the time they turned onto the Kaluga road to the day their leader fled from the army, none of the movements of the crowd had any sense.
Then she turned toward her daughter's face which was wincing with pain and gazed long at it.
There was something horrible and bestial in the fleeting glance they threw at the riders and in the malevolent expression with which, after a glance at Kutuzov, the soldier with the sores immediately turned away and went on with what he was doing.
As they turned them over one seemed still alive and, would you believe it, he jabbered something in their lingo.
Others turned over and warmed themselves, now and again exchanging a few words.
Two Frenchies have turned up.
There was running to and fro and whispering; another troyka flew furiously up, and then all eyes were turned on an approaching sleigh in which the figures of the Emperor and Volkonski could already be descried.
Pierre hurriedly turned away from her and again addressed Princess Mary, asking about his friend's last days.
Countess Mary turned red and then pale, but continued to sit with head bowed and lips compressed and gave her husband no reply.
Countess Mary turned pale with fright and made signs to the boy.
Nicholas turned with a tender smile on his face.
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.
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 glanced at him and turned to Pierre.
Good night! said Pierre, giving his hand to the Swiss tutor, and he turned to young Nicholas with a smile.
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 conversation turned on the contemporary gossip about those in power, in which most people see the chief interest of home politics.
And evidently suppressing his vexation with difficulty, he turned away from the boy.
The conversation at supper was not about politics or societies, but turned on the subject Nicholas liked best--recollections of 1812.
Little Nicholas turned to look at Pierre but Pierre was no longer there.
Alex got a relief when the conversation turned to something else and stayed there for the rest of the evening.
Thanks to Alex, that chore had been turned into a simple twist of a knob.
Assured that it had not, she turned back to him.
She turned to Alex.
As he turned the horse around, he eyed the men suspiciously.
The shock of what happened gave way to fury as Felipa turned back to them.
Then he turned to do it all in reverse.
Alex turned back to her.
He turned and walked away, his head nearly a foot above the others.
He just turned twenty-one and he thinks he is a man now.
She turned around so he could unzip it - which he did without hesitation.
Felipa turned excitedly to Alex.
Jonathan turned to Señor Medena.
She gripped his waist as he turned the horse around and headed back toward the hacienda.
The little girl stood still to watch until the train had disappeared around a curve; then she turned to see where she was.
"Yes; but it's lots of fun, if it IS strange," remarked the small voice of the kitten, and Dorothy turned to find her pet walking in the air a foot or so away from the edge of the roof.
As the little Wizard turned to follow them he felt a hot breath against his cheek and heard a low, fierce growl.
But the noise and clatter seemed as dreadful to them as Jim's heels, for all who were able swiftly turned and flew away to a great distance.
He walked up and down the river bank, leading his horse behind him; but he kept his eyes turned always toward the dim, dark spot which he knew was the old North Church.
Then he turned quickly and said, Mother, I have changed my mind.
All eyes were turned to see why the king had said, "Open the window."
Whenever his back was turned, they were sure to begin whispering to one another.
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.
He turned his horse and rode away.
When they reached Mr. Johnson's house, the old man politely handed him the turkey and turned to go.
He turned and walked briskly back to the market.
The rod was bent in the middle so that it could be turned as with a crank.
He turned quickly and saw an eagle rising into the air with his moneybag in its claws.
Soon the carriage turned into another street--a street less carefully guarded.
Then he turned to the cardinal and said, Now, I am ready.
As the little king went out, he turned at the door and called to Charlot.
Everywhere you turned, people were speculating about, or building models of, the "House of Tomorrow," the "Car of Tomorrow," or the "Workplace of Tomorrow."
Through some perfect storm of wars, downturns, and disasters, the once-sunny outlook turned dark.
He turned onto Franz Josef Street, where he was not supposed to have been, and drove right in front of a surprised Princip.
Every sale from the point the robot was turned on to when the sun finally burns out will be perfectly remembered.
Economically, that hasn't turned out as well as they had hoped.
After this came the Great Depression, which so overwhelmed the social support structures that Americans turned to the government for help and have never turned back.
We were busy cutting out paper dolls; but we soon wearied of this amusement, and after cutting up our shoestrings and clipping all the leaves off the honeysuckle that were within reach, I turned my attention to Martha's corkscrews.
The morning had been fine, but it was growing warm and sultry when at last we turned our faces homeward.
A fire was kindled at the bottom of a deep hole in the ground, big sticks were laid crosswise at the top, and meat was hung from them and turned on spits.
Up to the time of the "Frost King" episode, I had lived the unconscious life of a little child; now my thoughts were turned inward, and I beheld things invisible.
I wondered more and more, while Burke's masterly speech rolled on in mighty surges of eloquence, how it was that King George and his ministers could have turned a deaf ear to his warning prophecy of our victory and their humiliation.
Next I turned to the first page of the primer and made her touch the word CAT, spelling it on my fingers at the same time.
With consummate skill he has set his trap with a hair spring to catch comfort and independence, and then, as he turned away, got his own leg into it.
But it turned out as I have said.
Anna Pavlovna's alarm was justified, for Pierre turned away from the aunt without waiting to hear her speech about Her Majesty's health.
Prince Andrew screwed up his eyes and turned away.
Dolokhov turned round and, again holding on with both hands, arranged himself on his seat.
Clutching her light jacket closer, she turned toward the house.
She turned the leaves and showed them the strange letters.
He took something like an oarlock from his pocket and fastened it to the stern of the boat; then with a paddle which worked in this oarlock one of the boys could guide the boat while the other turned the paddle wheels.
He turned to go.
Alpatych turned his face to Prince Andrew, looked at him, and suddenly with a solemn gesture raised his arm.