Petya Sentence Examples

Sonya and fat little Petya doubled up with laughter.

It's true that all you women are crybabies, remarked Petya, pacing the room with large, resolute strides.

Petya paced the room in silence for a time.

Hold your tongue, Petya, what a goose you are!

Vera, Natasha, Sonya, and Petya now entered the room, and the reading of the letter began.

After a brief description of the campaign and the two battles in which he had taken part, and his promotion, Nicholas said that he kissed his father's and mother's hands asking for their blessing, and that he kissed Vera, Natasha, and Petya.

He could not distinguish which was Papa, which Natasha, and which Petya.

Sonya, Natasha, Petya, Anna Mikhaylovna, Vera, and the old count were all hugging him, and the serfs, men and maids, flocked into the room, exclaiming and oh-ing and ah-ing.

Petya, clinging to his legs, kept shouting, "And me too!"

It was Natasha, Sonya, and Petya, who had come to see whether they were getting up.

The door, having let Petya in, closed again.

At that moment his home life, jokes with Petya, talks with Sonya, duets with Natasha, piquet with his father, and even his comfortable bed in the house on the Povarskaya rose before him with such vividness, clearness, and charm that it seemed as if it were all a lost and unappreciated bliss, long past.

Sometimes the old count would come up, kiss Prince Andrew, and ask his advice about Petya's education or Nicholas' service.

Petya and Natasha surprised Nicholas most.

Petya was a big handsome boy of thirteen, merry, witty, and mischievous, with a voice that was already breaking.

Petya ran in at the same time.

Nicholas, with a stern and serious air which showed that now was no time for attending to trifles, went past Natasha and Petya who were trying to tell him something.

She was followed by Petya who always kept close to her, by Michael, a huntsman, and by a groom appointed to look after her.

Petya, who was laughing, whipped and pulled at his horse.

We are going too! shouted Petya.

The old count went home, and Natasha and Petya promised to return very soon, but as it was still early the hunt went farther.

Nicholas sent the man to call Natasha and Petya to him, and rode at a footpace to the place where the whips were getting the hounds together.

Nicholas dismounted, and with Natasha and Petya, who had ridden up, stopped near the hounds, waiting to see how the matter would end.

Nicholas, not stopping to talk to the man, asked his sister and Petya to wait for him and rode to the spot where the enemy's, Ilagin's, hunting party was.

A huntsman was sent to Otradnoe for a trap, while Nicholas rode with Natasha and Petya to "Uncle's" house.

Natasha, Nicholas, and Petya took off their wraps and sat down on the sofa.

Petya, leaning on his elbow, fell asleep at once.

Petya was carried out like a log and laid in the larger of the two traps.

Such were Dimmler the musician and his wife, Vogel the dancing master and his family, Belova, an old maiden lady, an inmate of the house, and many others such as Petya's tutors, the girls' former governess, and other people who simply found it preferable and more advantageous to live in the count's house than at home.

Her brother Petya was upstairs too; with the man in attendance on him he was preparing fireworks to let off that night.

Petya! she called to him.

Petya ran up and offered her his back.

It isn't wanted, Petya.

Before Natasha had finished singing, fourteen-year-old Petya rushed in delightedly, to say that some mummers had arrived.

She kept away from everyone in the house and felt at ease only with her brother Petya.

Just then Petya came running in from the drawing room.

Petya was now a handsome rosy lad of fifteen with full red lips and resembled Natasha.

Petya had come rushing out to talk to his namesake about this affair.

Pierre walked up and down the drawing room, not listening to what Petya was saying.

Petya pulled him by the arm to attract his attention.

Petya stopped short, flushed till he perspired, but still got out the words, "when our Fatherland is in danger."

After the definite refusal he had received, Petya went to his room and there locked himself in and wept bitterly.

That morning Petya was a long time dressing and arranging his hair and collar to look like a grown-up man.

Petya decided to go straight to where the Emperor was and to explain frankly to some gentleman-in-waiting (he imagined the Emperor to be always surrounded by gentlemen-in-waiting) that he, Count Rostov, in spite of his youth wished to serve his country; that youth could be no hindrance to loyalty, and that he was ready to...

While dressing, Petya had prepared many fine things he meant to say to the gentleman-in- waiting.

Beside Petya stood a peasant woman, a footman, two tradesmen, and a discharged soldier.

Petya wiped his perspiring face with his hands and pulled up the damp collar which he had arranged so well at home to seem like a man's.

One of the generals who drove past was an acquaintance of the Rostovs', and Petya thought of asking his help, but came to the conclusion that that would not be a manly thing to do.

When the carriages had all passed in, the crowd, carrying Petya with it, streamed forward into the Kremlin Square which was already full of people.

As soon as Petya found himself in the square he clearly heard the sound of bells and the joyous voices of the crowd that filled the whole Kremlin.

Petya was being pressed so that he could scarcely breathe, and everybody shouted, "Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!"

Petya stood on tiptoe and pushed and pinched, but could see nothing except the people about him.

A tradesman's wife standing beside Petya sobbed, and the tears ran down her cheeks.

The crowd spread out again more evenly, and the clerk led Petya--pale and breathless--to the Tsar-cannon.

Several people were sorry for Petya, and suddenly a crowd turned toward him and pressed round him.

Petya no longer thought of presenting his petition.

The clerk who had rescued Petya was talking to a functionary about the priests who were officiating that day with the bishop.

The clerk several times used the word "plenary" (of the service), a word Petya did not understand.

All these conversations, especially the joking with the girls, were such as might have had a particular charm for Petya at his age, but they did not interest him now.

Petya too would have run there, but the clerk who had taken the young gentleman under his protection stopped him.

The people, with Petya among them, rushed toward the balcony.

Petya's eyes grew bloodshot, and still more excited by the danger of being crushed, he rushed at the biscuits.

Petya pushed her hand away with his knee, seized a biscuit, and as if fearing to be too late, again shouted "Hurrah!" with a voice already hoarse.

Happy as Petya was, he felt sad at having to go home knowing that all the enjoyment of that day was over.

On returning home Petya announced resolutely and firmly that if he was not allowed to enter the service he would run away.

Old Rostov could not tell his wife of what had passed without tears, and at once consented to Petya's request and went himself to enter his name.

After Petya had joined Obolenski's regiment of Cossacks and left for Belaya Tserkov where that regiment was forming, the countess was seized with terror.

She tried to get Nicholas back and wished to go herself to join Petya, or to get him an appointment somewhere in Petersburg, but neither of these proved possible.

Petya could not return unless his regiment did so or unless he was transferred to another regiment on active service.

He got Petya transferred from Obolenski's regiment to Bezukhov's, which was in training near Moscow.

Though Petya would remain in the service, this transfer would give the countess the consolation of seeing at least one of her sons under her wing, and she hoped to arrange matters for her Petya so as not to let him go again, but always get him appointed to places where he could not possibly take part in a battle.

The nearer the time came for Petya to return, the more uneasy grew the countess.

I want no one but Petya, she thought.

Though she concealed from him her intention of keeping him under her wing, Petya guessed her designs, and instinctively fearing that he might give way to emotion when with her--might "become womanish" as he termed it to himself--he treated her coldly, avoided her, and during his stay in Moscow attached himself exclusively to Natasha for whom he had always had a particularly brotherly tenderness, almost lover-like.

The countess watched the things being packed, was dissatisfied with everything, was constantly in pursuit of Petya who was always running away from her, and was jealous of Natasha with whom he spent all his time.

Petya was not at home, he had gone to visit a friend with whom he meant to obtain a transfer from the militia to the active army.

At dinner Petya having returned home told them the news he had heard.

Petya directed things in the yard.

She packed, repacked, pressed, made the butler's assistant and Petya--whom she had drawn into the business of packing--press on the lid, and made desperate efforts herself.

Petya was in the porch, engaged in giving out weapons to the servants who were to leave Moscow.

You'll sit on the box, won't you, Petya? cried Natasha.

In the porch and in the yard the men whom Petya had armed with swords and daggers, with trousers tucked inside their high boots and with belts and girdles tightened, were taking leave of those remaining behind.

Petya was no longer with the family, he had gone on with his regiment which was making for Troitsa.

Petya! exclaimed Denisov, having run through the dispatch.

The officer was Petya Rostov.

He"--he indicated Petya--"is serving under him."

May I stay with you? cried Petya.

Denisov himself intended going with the esaul and Petya to the edge of the forest where it reached out to Shamshevo, to have a look at the part of the French bivouac they were to attack next day.

Denisov, Petya, and the esaul, accompanied by some Cossacks and the hussar who had the prisoner, rode to the left across a ravine to the edge of the forest.

Denisov, the esaul, and Petya rode silently, following the peasant in the knitted cap who, stepping lightly with outturned toes and moving noiselessly in his bast shoes over the roots and wet leaves, silently led them to the edge of the forest.

Denisov and Petya rode up to him.

Petya, rapidly turning his head, looked now at the drummer boy, now at Denisov, now at the esaul, and now at the French in the village and along the road, trying not to miss anything of importance.

Petya badly wanted to laugh, but noticed that they all refrained from laughing.

Denisov smiled, and Petya burst into a peal of merry laughter in which Tikhon himself joined.

Tikhon followed behind and Petya heard the Cossacks laughing with him and at him, about some pair of boots he had thrown into the bushes.

Petya, having left his people after their departure from Moscow, joined his regiment and was soon taken as orderly by a general commanding a large guerrilla detachment.

That was why Petya had blushed and grown confused when Denisov asked him whether he could stay.

Before they had ridden to the outskirts of the forest Petya had considered he must carry out his instructions strictly and return at once.

It was already growing dusk when Denisov, Petya, and the esaul rode up to the watchhouse.

Petya took off his wet clothes, gave them to be dried, and at once began helping the officers to fix up the dinner table.

Petya clenched his teeth and looked around, throwing back his head and flourishing his arms.

I have several like it, said Petya, blushing.

Would you like some?... and Petya ran out into the passage to his Cossack and brought back some bags which contained about five pounds of raisins.

Then suddenly, dismayed lest he had said too much, Petya stopped and blushed.

Petya was standing at the door when Denisov said this.

Petya cried, stopping outside the door.

Petya replied that he wanted the French lad who had been captured that day.

There were many things Petya wanted to say to the drummer boy, but did not dare to.

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.

The arrival of Dolokhov diverted Petya's attention from the drummer boy, to whom Denisov had had some mutton and vodka given, and whom he had had dressed in a Russian coat so that he might be kept with their band and not sent away with the other prisoners.

Petya had heard in the army many stories of Dolokhov's extraordinary bravery and of his cruelty to the French, so from the moment he entered the hut Petya did not take his eyes from him, but braced himself up more and more and held his head high, that he might not be unworthy even of such company.

Dolokhov's appearance amazed Petya by its simplicity.

Denisov told him of the designs the large detachments had on the transport, of the message Petya had brought, and his own replies to both generals.

I'll go with you! cried Petya.

I only say that I'll certainly go with you, said Petya shyly.

Well, are you coming with me? he asked Petya.

Yes, yes, certainly! cried Petya, blushing almost to tears and glancing at Denisov.

And to all Denisov's persuasions, Petya replied that he too was accustomed to do everything accurately and not just anyhow, and that he never considered personal danger.

The blood rushed to Petya's face and he grasped his pistol.

Both fell silent, peering out through the darkness at the sound of Dolokhov's and Petya's steps as they advanced to the fire leading their horses.

None of them knew anything, and Petya thought the officers were beginning to look at him and Dolokhov with hostility and suspicion.

Petya wished to say "Good night" but could not utter a word.

Petya rode beside him, longing to look round to see whether or not the French were running after them, but not daring to.

Petya recognized the sound of Russian voices and saw the dark figures of Russian prisoners round their campfires.

When they had descended to the bridge Petya and Dolokhov rode past the sentinel, who without saying a word paced morosely up and down it, then they descended into the hollow where the Cossacks awaited them.

Tell Denisov, 'at the first shot at daybreak,' said Dolokhov and was about to ride away, but Petya seized hold of him.

But Petya did not let go of him and Dolokhov saw through the gloom that Petya was bending toward him and wanted to kiss him.

Having returned to the watchman's hut, Petya found Denisov in the passage.

He was awaiting Petya's return in a state of agitation, anxiety, and self-reproach for having let him go.

Petya came out, peered into the darkness, and went up to the wagons.

In the dark Petya recognized his own horse, which he called "Karabakh" though it was of Ukranian breed, and went up to it.

And Petya gave the Cossack a detailed account not only of his ride but also of his object, and why he considered it better to risk his life than to act "just anyhow."

The Cossack bent forward from under the wagon to get a closer look at Petya.

Likhachev got up, rummaged in his pack, and soon Petya heard the warlike sound of steel on whetstone.

Are the lads asleep? asked Petya.

After that Petya remained silent for a long time, listening to the sounds.

Nothing Petya could have seen now would have surprised him.

Petya's eyes began to close and he swayed a little.

Petya was as musical as Natasha and more so than Nicholas, but had never learned music or thought about it, and so the melody that unexpectedly came to his mind seemed to him particularly fresh and attractive.

And what was played was a fugue--though Petya had not the least conception of what a fugue is.

As much as I like and as I like! said Petya to himself.

The voices grew in harmonious triumphant strength, and Petya listened to their surpassing beauty in awe and joy.

Petya shook himself, jumped up, took a ruble from his pocket and gave it to Likhachev; then he flourished the saber, tested it, and sheathed it.

Denisov came out of the watchman's hut and, having called Petya, gave orders to get ready.

Petya held his horse by the bridle, impatiently awaiting the order to mount.

Petya put his foot in the stirrup.

His horse by habit made as if to nip his leg, but Petya leaped quickly into the saddle unconscious of his own weight and, turning to look at the hussars starting in the darkness behind him, rode up to Denisov.

Denisov seemed to have forgotten Petya's very existence.

He did not say another word to Petya but rode in silence all the way.

Denisov talked in whispers with the esaul and the Cossacks rode past Petya and Denisov.

Petya rode beside Denisov, the pulsation of his body constantly increasing.

At the first sound of trampling hoofs and shouting, Petya lashed his horse and loosening his rein galloped forward, not heeding Denisov who shouted at him.

It seemed to Petya that at the moment the shot was fired it suddenly became as bright as noon.

When Petya galloped up the Frenchman had already fallen.

Through the smoke, as he approached the gate, Petya saw Dolokhov, whose face was of a pale-greenish tint, shouting to his men.

Wait for the infantry! he exclaimed as Petya rode up to him.

The Cossacks and Dolokhov galloped after Petya into the gateway of the courtyard.

Petya was galloping along the courtyard, but instead of holding the reins he waved both his arms about rapidly and strangely, slipping farther and farther to one side in his saddle.

His horse, having galloped up to a campfire that was smoldering in the morning light, stopped suddenly, and Petya fell heavily on to the wet ground.

After speaking to the senior French officer, who came out of the house with a white handkerchief tied to his sword and announced that they surrendered, Dolokhov dismounted and went up to Petya, who lay motionless with outstretched arms.

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.

Raisins, fine ones... take them all! he recalled Petya's words.

Petya's death had torn from her half her life.

On the day of his rescue he had seen the body of Petya Rostov.

And she would go to the nursery to nurse Petya, her only boy.

Petya was at death's door.

But how is Petya?