He stood and stretched.
Alondra stood by watching, her expression pleased.
He stood very still and waited.
She stood frozen, searching for him.
They stood before it in silent admiration.
She stood and wiped her face with her shirt sleeves, still hiccoughing.
It stood picturesquely against a timbered background of pines.
He stood and gulped the rest of his coffee.
He stood and lifted Destiny, putting an ear to her chest.
She stood and lifted her bag.
Of course, she had stood up for Allen.
Felipa stood behind him, smiling.
The next morning when he stood by the door before leaving for work, she looked him over while he examined a document.
The cab-horse was about to reply when suddenly he gave a start and a neigh of terror and stood trembling like a leaf.
Carmen stood looking after him and then sighed.
He stood, and when she looked up at him, he leaned down and kissed her lips.
He stood and assisted her with the zipper.
They reached an open place in the brush where Diablo stood hip-shod, his eyes half closed - as if all hell wasn't getting ready to burst loose.
The man with the star stood for a time quietly thinking over this speech.
After the death of Gracchus, a conservative government under Sulla withdrew the subsidy, but shortly afterward, in a period of great unrest, restored it, and two hundred thousand persons stood in line.
I quickly learned that each printed word stood for an object, an act, or a quality.
The man who independently plucked the fruits when he was hungry is become a farmer; and he who stood under a tree for shelter, a housekeeper.
Connie stood up from a chair by the wall.
Pushing through some sumac that she thought bordered the clearing where the building stood, she squinted up at the sun.
Alex stood beside her, watching the nurse as she gave instructions to Carmen on how to nurse the infant.
Andrew's gray eyes blazed as he stood up straight and proud before the haughty captain.
He stood and walked over to the window, staring out it absently.
Giddon stood, cramming his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he frowned down at Lisa.
He stood and whistled softly, his gaze taking in her dress and hair appreciatively.
He stood watching her uncomfortably as she rolled biscuits.
The horse stood still.
He did not hear her soft breathing as she stood over him and watched him finish the wonderful drawing.
He stood and tossed the last bite into his mouth, washing it down with the last of his milk.
Dulce stood and motioned for Alondra to follow her.
Alex stood and squeezed his shoulder as they turned toward the door.
He knew where the old North Church stood, but he could not see much in the darkness.
He stood on one leg and then on the other, and watched very closely; but nobody whispered.
Here the conversation seemed interesting and he stood waiting for an opportunity to express his own views, as young people are fond of doing.
Daniel himself felt this, and as usual stood just inside the door, trying to speak softly and not move, for fear of breaking something in the master's apartment, and he hastened to say all that was necessary so as to get from under that ceiling, out into the open under the sky once more.
He stood still for a moment, thinking.
With tears in her eyes she went out and stood in the whisperer's place.
The tower stood complete in every part.
Carmen stood and put her arms around him.
Carmen stood and took Destiny's hand.
Pulling the rail back up, she stood beside the tent, helplessly watching Destiny cry until she coughed herself into another retching fit.
Finally he leaned forward and stood, rubbing the back of his neck.
They stood there for a moment, watching their image in the mirror.
He sobered and slowly stood, gazing down at her.
She stood on shaking knees.
He was a tall dark figure in the night, as he stood looking down at her.
Outside, she stood on the porch a few minutes, studying the mountains around them.
He stood and slammed the magazine into the chair.
She stood, frozen with fear as his dark figure moved past her.
She stood for a moment, trying to remember what the smell was.
A 55-gallon barrel stood in one corner with rags hanging over the edge.
Lisa said that when she was choking, you stood by and did nothing.
He stood and helped her to her feet.
Julia and Rachel were out shopping, and she stood in his doorway, not sure what to say.
The little girl stood still to watch until the train had disappeared around a curve; then she turned to see where she was.
The horse had stopped short, and stood firm as a rock.
Jim the horse had seen these spires, also, and his ears stood straight up with fear, while Dorothy and Zeb held their breaths in suspense.
The throng stood still and waited.
Just then the man with the star came and stood before the Wizard.
Instantly the Princess turned and faced him, and when he saw that she was picked the Prince stood still and began to tremble.
The little pigs had stood huddled in a group, watching this scene with frightened eyes.
The door stood open and a table was set in the front room, with four chairs drawn up to it.
"How funny!" exclaimed Dorothy, who with Zeb and the Wizard now stood in the doorway.
The space underneath the roof, where they stood, permitted them to see on all sides of the tall building, and they looked with much curiosity at the city spread out beneath them.
"Where is Dorothy?" enquired Zeb, anxiously, as he left the buggy and stood beside his friend the little Wizard.
Jim and the buggy followed, the old cab-horse being driven by Zeb while the Wizard stood up on the seat and bowed his bald head right and left in answer to the cheers of the people, who crowded thick about him.
So they unharnessed Jim and took the saddle off the Sawhorse, and the two queerly matched animals were stood side by side for the start.
So the two went to the dressing-room of the Princess and searched carefully in every corner and among the vases and baskets and ornaments that stood about the pretty boudoir.
Just ahead of them were the gates of Hugson's Ranch, and Uncle Hugson now came out and stood with uplifted arms and wide open mouth, staring in amazement.
Hour after hour he stood and watched.
He stood on the doorstep and looked back into the house.
Hardly had they spoken these words when the door opened and Arion himself stood before them.
As the slaves stood before him he asked each one to tell what kind of work he could do.
The cows came home from the pasture and stood mooing at the gate.
I stood still, my whole attention fixed upon the motions of her fingers.
The story of the brave men who had fought on the spot where we stood excited me greatly.
I could also feel the stamping of the horses, which they had ridden out from town and hitched under the trees, where they stood all night, neighing loudly, impatient to be off.
The trees stood motionless and white like figures in a marble frieze.
Almost before I knew it, the train stopped at the Tuscumbia station, and there on the platform stood the whole family.
It is difficult to describe my emotions when I stood on the point which overhangs the American Falls and felt the air vibrate and the earth tremble.
You can never imagine how I felt when I stood in the presence of Niagara until you have the same mysterious sensations yourself.
I had the same feeling once before when I first stood by the great ocean and felt its waves beating against the shore.
They were so tame, they stood perfectly still when I handled them.
I stood in the middle of the church, where the vibrations from the great organ were strongest, and I felt the mighty waves of sound beat against me, as the great billows beat against a little ship at sea.
It began to pull and tug, and lo, the wires broke, and off went the great red dragon, and poor Dr. Bell stood looking forlornly after it.
When she was at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston she stood on a step-ladder and let both hands play over the statues.
She dropped the mug and stood as one transfixed.
She went through these motions several times, mimicking every movement, then she stood very still for a moment with a troubled look on her face, which suddenly cleared, and she spelled, "Good Helen," and wreathed her face in a very large, artificial smile.
She stood very still for a moment, and it was evident from her face, which was flushed and troubled, that a struggle was going on in her mind.
Then she got up and stood very still, as if listening with her feet for Mildred's "thump, thump."
She kept one hand on the singer's mouth, while the other rested on the piano, and she stood in this position as long as any one would sing to her, and afterward she would make a continuous sound which she called singing.
He stood still a moment to look about him, and think what he should do first.
I rarely have dreams that are not in keeping with what I really think and feel, but one night my very nature seemed to change, and I stood in the eye of the world a mighty man and a terrible.
From the top of the hill where I stood I saw my army surging over a sunlit plain like angry breakers, and as they moved, I saw the green of fields, like the cool hollows between billows.
It looked as if this was the way these forms came to be transferred to our furniture, to tables, chairs, and bedsteads--because they once stood in their midst.
In those driving northeast rains which tried the village houses so, when the maids stood ready with mop and pail in front entries to keep the deluge out, I sat behind my door in my little house, which was all entry, and thoroughly enjoyed its protection.
Fellow-travellers as they rattled by compared it aloud with the fields which they had passed, so that I came to know how I stood in the agricultural world.
It was even supposed by some that the pond had sunk, and this was one of the primitive forest that formerly stood there.
As near as he could remember, it stood twelve or fifteen rods from the shore, where the water was thirty or forty feet deep.
Once it chanced that I stood in the very abutment of a rainbow's arch, which filled the lower stratum of the atmosphere, tinging the grass and leaves around, and dazzling me as if I looked through colored crystal.
They stood and looked in my eye or pecked at my shoe significantly.
In previous years I had often gone prospecting over some bare hillside, where a pitch pine wood had formerly stood, and got out the fat pine roots.
Then the hunter came forward and stood in their midst, and the mystery was solved.
It looked as if Nature no longer contained the breed of nobler bloods, but stood on her last toes.
This heap, made in the winter of '46-7 and estimated to contain ten thousand tons, was finally covered with hay and boards; and though it was unroofed the following July, and a part of it carried off, the rest remaining exposed to the sun, it stood over that summer and the next winter, and was not quite melted till September, 1848.
A thermometer thrust into the middle of Walden on the 6th of March, 1847, stood at 32º, or freezing point; near the shore at 33º; in the middle of Flint's Pond, the same day, at 32º; at a dozen rods from the shore, in shallow water, under ice a foot thick, at 36º.
But when I stood on the shore they at once rose up with a great flapping of wings at the signal of their commander, and when they had got into rank circled about over my head, twenty-nine of them, and then steered straight to Canada, with a regular honk from the leader at intervals, trusting to break their fast in muddier pools.
He declared that "a soldier who fights in the ranks does not require half so much courage as a footpad"--"that honor and religion have never stood in the way of a well-considered and a firm resolve."
"Papa, we shall be late," said Princess Helene, turning her beautiful head and looking over her classically molded shoulder as she stood waiting by the door.
Prince Hippolyte laughed spasmodically as he stood in the porch waiting for the vicomte whom he had promised to take home.
"Jacob, bring a bottle!" shouted the host, a tall, handsome fellow who stood in the midst of the group, without a coat, and with his fine linen shirt unfastened in front.
Dolokhov stood frowning and did not speak.
There she paused and stood listening to the conversation in the drawing room, waiting for Boris to come out.
He stood a little while before the glass, smiled, and walked toward the other door.
Then she slipped down among the flowerpots on the other side of the tubs and stood, hanging her head.
Pierre stood looking at the sisters; then he bowed and said: Then I will go to my rooms.
Tall and stout, holding high her fifty-year-old head with its gray curls, she stood surveying the guests, and leisurely arranged her wide sleeves as if rolling them up.
Of the four crystal glasses engraved with the count's monogram that stood before his plate, Pierre held out one at random and drank with enjoyment, gazing with ever- increasing amiability at the other guests.
A regular eagle he is! loudly remarked the nurse, as she stood in one of the doorways.
Her enormous figure stood erect, her powerful arms hanging down (she had handed her reticule to the countess), and only her stern but handsome face really joined in the dance.
Both partners stood still, breathing heavily and wiping their faces with their cambric handkerchiefs.
Everyone stood up respectfully when the Military Governor, having stayed about half an hour alone with the dying man, passed out, slightly acknowledging their bows and trying to escape as quickly as possible from the glances fixed on him by the doctors, clergy, and relatives of the family.
Anna Mikhaylovna, with a meek, sorrowful, and all-forgiving expression on her face, stood by the door near the strange lady.
Anna Mikhaylovna with her eyes indicated a chair that stood beside the bed.
He made an effort to look at the servant who stood constantly at the head of the bed.
She sat down at her writing table, on which stood miniature portraits and which was littered with books and papers.
Having read thus far, Princess Mary sighed and glanced into the mirror which stood on her right.
In the dining room, which like all the rooms in the house was exceedingly lofty, the members of the household and the footmen--one behind each chair--stood waiting for the prince to enter.
The prince stood still; his lively glittering eyes from under their thick, bushy eyebrows sternly scanned all present and rested on the little princess.
They stood silent, facing one another.
This! he shouted and stood still.
At first Kutuzov stood still while the regiment moved; then he and the general in white, accompanied by the suite, walked between the ranks.
Kutuzov's face as he stood in the open doorway remained perfectly immobile for a few moments.
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.
"Nonsense!" he cried, and the veins on his forehead and neck stood out like cords.
He was glad, and at the same instant began to pity the miserable man who stood before him, but the task he had begun had to be completed.
The wide expanse that opened out before the heights on which the Russian batteries stood guarding the bridge was at times veiled by a diaphanous curtain of slanting rain, and then, suddenly spread out in the sunlight, far-distant objects could be clearly seen glittering as though freshly varnished.
The turrets of a convent stood out beyond a wild virgin pine forest, and far away on the other side of the Enns the enemy's horse patrols could be discerned.
Among the field guns on the brow of the hill the general in command of the rearguard stood with a staff officer, scanning the country through his fieldglass.
Halfway across stood Prince Nesvitski, who had alighted from his horse and whose big body was jammed against the railings.
He looked back laughing to the Cossack who stood a few steps behind him holding two horses by their bridles.
He was afraid of falling behind the hussars, so much afraid that his heart stood still.
He stood looking about him, when suddenly he heard a rattle on the bridge as if nuts were being spilt, and the hussar nearest to him fell against the rails with a groan.
A wax candle stood at each side of the minister's bent bald head with its gray temples.
Prince Andrew stood right in front of Kutuzov but the expression of the commander in chief's one sound eye showed him to be so preoccupied with thoughts and anxieties as to be oblivious of his presence.
Before the guns an artillery sentry was pacing up and down; he stood at attention when the officer arrived, but at a sign resumed his measured, monotonous pacing.
"Why," thought Prince Andrew, "that's the captain who stood up in the sutler's hut without his boots."
Lemarrois had just arrived at a gallop with Bonaparte's stern letter, and Murat, humiliated and anxious to expiate his fault, had at once moved his forces to attack the center and outflank both the Russian wings, hoping before evening and before the arrival of the Emperor to crush the contemptible detachment that stood before him.
For more than ten seconds he stood not moving from the spot or realizing the situation.
It seemed to him that it was a very long time ago, almost a day, since he had first seen the enemy and fired the first shot, and that the corner of the field he stood on was well-known and familiar ground.
He left the room and went to the waiting room where Alpatych stood with bowed head.
Anatole stood with his right thumb under a button of his uniform, his chest expanded and his back drawn in, slightly swinging one foot, and, with his head a little bent, looked with beaming face at the princess without speaking and evidently not thinking about her at all.
But they all stood in the same lines, under one command, and in a like order.
Prince Andrew was in and Boris was shown into a large hall probably formerly used for dancing, but in which five beds now stood, and furniture of various kinds: a table, chairs, and a clavichord.
When he entered, Prince Andrew, his eyes drooping contemptuously (with that peculiar expression of polite weariness which plainly says, "If it were not my duty I would not talk to you for a moment"), was listening to an old Russian general with decorations, who stood very erect, almost on tiptoe, with a soldier's obsequious expression on his purple face, reporting something.
And the talkative Dolgorukov, turning now to Boris, now to Prince Andrew, told how Bonaparte wishing to test Markov, our ambassador, purposely dropped a handkerchief in front of him and stood looking at Markov, probably expecting Markov to pick it up for him, and how Markov immediately dropped his own beside it and picked it up without touching Bonaparte's.
The officers got up and stood round the Cossacks and their prisoner.
When the officers had emptied and smashed their glasses, Kirsten filled others and, in shirt sleeves and breeches, went glass in hand to the soldiers' bonfires and with his long gray mustache, his white chest showing under his open shirt, he stood in a majestic pose in the light of the campfire, waving his uplifted arm.
The troops, meanwhile, stood growing listless and dispirited.
The fourth column, with which Kutuzov was, stood on the Pratzen Heights.
The fog lay unbroken like a sea down below, but higher up at the village of Schlappanitz where Napoleon stood with his marshals around him, it was quite light.
The marshals stood behind him not venturing to distract his attention.
The troops were no longer moving, but stood with the butts of their muskets on the ground.
Higher up stood some Russian infantry, neither moving forward to protect the battery nor backward with the fleeing crowd.
Beside him stood a lad of nineteen, also a wounded officer of the Horse Guards.
The house stood cold and silent, as if quite regardless of who had come to it.
Denisov, who had come into the room unnoticed by anyone, stood there and wiped his eyes at the sight.
Powdered footmen, in livery with buckled shoes and smart stockings, stood at every door anxiously noting visitors' every movement in order to offer their services.
Young Rostov stood at a window with Dolokhov, whose acquaintance he had lately made and highly valued.
The antagonists stood forty paces apart at the farther edge of the clearing.
Not at all expecting so loud a report, Pierre shuddered at the sound and then, smiling at his own sensations, stood still.
On a banister post stood a tallow candle which guttered in the draft.
On the landing below, Philip, the footman, stood looking scared and holding another candle.
"No it can't be, that would be too extraordinary," and at the very moment she thought this, the face and figure of Prince Andrew, in a fur cloak the deep collar of which covered with snow, appeared on the landing where the footman stood with the candle.
Three days later the little princess was buried, and Prince Andrew went up the steps to where the coffin stood, to give her the farewell kiss.
I don't care a straw about anyone but those I love; but those I love, I love so that I would give my life for them, and the others I'd throttle if they stood in my way.
He glided silently on one foot half across the room, and seeming not to notice the chairs was dashing straight at them, when suddenly, clinking his spurs and spreading out his legs, he stopped short on his heels, stood so a second, stamped on the spot clanking his spurs, whirled rapidly round, and, striking his left heel against his right, flew round again in a circle.
Pierre went nearer and saw that the lamp stood on a black table on which lay an open book.
Among them stood a man whose white shirt was stained with blood.
Round it stood seven large candlesticks like those used in churches.
He stood over him, gazing at his head and at the little arms and legs which showed under the blanket.
Each made the other a warning gesture and stood still in the dim light beneath the curtain as if not wishing to leave that seclusion where they three were shut off from all the world.
The fences and gates were new and solid; two fire pumps and a water cart, painted green, stood in a shed; the paths were straight, the bridges were strong and had handrails.
The sun had sunk half below the horizon and an evening frost was starring the puddles near the ferry, but Pierre and Andrew, to the astonishment of the footmen, coachmen, and ferrymen, still stood on the raft and talked.
Prince Andrew stood leaning on the railing of the raft listening to Pierre, and he gazed with his eyes fixed on the red reflection of the sun gleaming on the blue waters.
"Andrew, why didn't you warn me?" said the princess, with mild reproach, as she stood before her pilgrims like a hen before her chickens.
He stood still, looking silently around.
Going along the corridor, the assistant led Rostov to the officers' wards, consisting of three rooms, the doors of which stood open.
On Rostov's inquiry as to how the matter stood, he at once produced from under his pillow a paper he had received from the commission and the rough draft of his answer to it.
The Emperor rode to the square where, facing one another, a battalion of the Preobrazhensk regiment stood on the right and a battalion of the French Guards in their bearskin caps on the left.
Rostov stood at that corner for a long time, watching the feast from a distance.
At the edge of the road stood an oak.
With its huge ungainly limbs sprawling unsymmetrically, and its gnarled hands and fingers, it stood an aged, stern, and scornful monster among the smiling birch trees.
The old oak, quite transfigured, spreading out a canopy of sappy dark-green foliage, stood rapt and slightly trembling in the rays of the evening sun.
Amid the turmoil of his activities and distractions, however, Pierre at the end of a year began to feel that the more firmly he tried to rest upon it, the more masonic ground on which he stood gave way under him.
Joseph Alexeevich was not in Petersburg--he had of late stood aside from the affairs of the Petersburg lodges, and lived almost entirely in Moscow.
Police were stationed at the brightly lit entrance which was carpeted with red baize, and not only gendarmes but dozens of police officers and even the police master himself stood at the porch.
Sonya stood ready dressed in the middle of the room and, pressing the head of a pin till it hurt her dainty finger, was fixing on a last ribbon that squeaked as the pin went through it.
Charming! cried Natasha, as she stood in the middle of the room smoothing out the folds of the gauze.
In the ballroom guests stood crowding at the entrance doors awaiting the Emperor.
But before he reached them Pierre stopped beside a very handsome, dark man of middle height, and in a white uniform, who stood by a window talking to a tall man wearing stars and a ribbon.
She stood with her slender arms hanging down, her scarcely defined bosom rising and falling regularly, and with bated breath and glittering, frightened eyes gazed straight before her, evidently prepared for the height of joy or misery.
Prince Andrew, in the white uniform of a cavalry colonel, wearing stockings and dancing shoes, stood looking animated and bright in the front row of the circle not far from the Rostovs.
Speranski, wearing a gray swallow-tail coat with a star on the breast, and evidently still the same waistcoat and high white stock he had worn at the meeting of the Council of State, stood at the table with a beaming countenance.
Prince Andrew stood by a window talking to the ladies and listened to her.
The old people sat with the old, the young with the young, and the hostess at the tea table, on which stood exactly the same kind of cakes in a silver cake basket as the Panins had at their party.
When she had finished her first exercise she stood still in the middle of the room and sang a musical phrase that particularly pleased her.
Mitenka's wife and sisters-in-law thrust their heads and frightened faces out of the door of a room where a bright samovar was boiling and where the steward's high bedstead stood with its patchwork quilt.
The verdure had thickened and its bright green stood out sharply against the brownish strips of winter rye trodden down by the cattle, and against the pale-yellow stubble of the spring buckwheat.
They stood or lay not seeing the wolf or understanding the situation.
Facing him lay a field of winter rye, there his own huntsman stood alone in a hollow behind a hazel bush.
Their horses, bridled and with high saddles, stood near them and there too the dogs were lying.
He stood on a knoll in the stubble, holding his whip aloft, and again repeated his long-drawn cry, "A-tu!"
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.
"Uncle" dismounted at the porch of his little wooden house which stood in the midst of an overgrown garden and, after a glance at his retainers, shouted authoritatively that the superfluous ones should take themselves off and that all necessary preparations should be made to receive the guests and the visitors.
Natasha came into the room, went up to Sonya, glanced at what she was doing, and then went up to her mother and stood without speaking.
She passed into the sitting room, stood there thinking awhile, and then went into the maids' room.
There an old maidservant was grumbling at a young girl who stood panting, having just run in through the cold from the serfs' quarters.
The servants stood round the table--but Prince Andrew was not there and life was going on as before.
He was gray, you remember, and had white teeth, and stood and looked at us...
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.
Nicholas, in his old lady's dress over which he had belted his hussar overcoat, stood in the middle of the sleigh, reins in hand.
On Natasha's table stood two looking glasses which Dunyasha had prepared beforehand.
Marya Dmitrievna, with her spectacles hanging down on her nose and her head flung back, stood in the hall doorway looking with a stern, grim face at the new arrivals.
God is my witness, I didn't know-" he repeated, stressing the word "God" so unnaturally and so unpleasantly that Princess Mary stood with downcast eyes not daring to look either at her father or at Natasha.
Sonya stood beside her, kissing her hair.
In the front, in the very center, leaning back against the orchestra rail, stood Dolokhov in a Persian dress, his curly hair brushed up into a huge shock.
During the whole of that entr'acte Kuragin stood with Dolokhov in front of the orchestra partition, looking at the Rostovs' box.
In the middle stood what were probably a king and a queen.
"Well, anyway," thought Sonya as she stood in the dark passage, "now or never I must prove that I remember the family's goodness to me and that I love Nicholas.
Pierre took the letter Anatole handed him and, pushing aside a table that stood in his way, threw himself on the sofa.
He stood up and coughed.
Boris was now a rich man who had risen to high honors and no longer sought patronage but stood on an equal footing with the highest of those of his own age.
The Emperor was not dancing, he stood in the doorway, stopping now one pair and now another with gracious words which he alone knew how to utter.
As the mazurka began, Boris saw that Adjutant General Balashev, one of those in closest attendance on the Emperor, went up to him and contrary to court etiquette stood near him while he was talking to a Polish lady.
In the figure in which he had to choose two ladies, he whispered to Helene that he meant to choose Countess Potocka who, he thought, had gone out onto the veranda, and glided over the parquet to the door opening into the garden, where, seeing Balashev and the Emperor returning to the veranda, he stood still.
Four days before, sentinels of the Preobrazhensk regiment had stood in front of the house to which Balashev was conducted, and now two French grenadiers stood there in blue uniforms unfastened in front and with shaggy caps on their heads, and an escort of hussars and uhlans and a brilliant suite of aides-de-camp, pages, and generals, who were waiting for Napoleon to come out, were standing at the porch, round his saddle horse and his Mameluke, Rustan.
He stood a minute or two, waiting.
His plump white neck stood out sharply above the black collar of his uniform, and he smelled of Eau de Cologne.
Without moving from where he stood he began speaking in a louder tone and more hurriedly than before.
Balashev stood with downcast eyes, looking at the movements of Napoleon's stout legs and trying to avoid meeting his eyes.
In the tavern, before which stood the doctor's covered cart, there were already some five officers.
To the right stood our infantry in a dense column: they were the reserve.
Something stood sentinel within her and forbade her every joy.
She stood by her mother's side and exchanged nods with acquaintances near her.
Beside Petya stood a peasant woman, a footman, two tradesmen, and a discharged soldier.
Petya stood on tiptoe and pushed and pinched, but could see nothing except the people about him.
For a moment the crowd stood still, but then it made another rush forward.
A coachman in a jerkin, who stood nearest, sprang forward and snatched it up.
Pierre stood rather far off and could not hear all that the Emperor said.
He stood at the back, and, though he had heard hardly anything, understood everything in his own way.
The prince had a list of things to be bought in Smolensk and, walking up and down the room past Alpatych who stood by the door, he gave his instructions.
He had the letter taken from his pocket and the table--on which stood a glass of lemonade and a spiral wax candle--moved close to the bed, and putting on his spectacles he began reading.
Three well-fed roans stood ready harnessed to a small conveyance with a leather hood.
Many people were hurrying through the streets and there were many soldiers, but cabs were still driving about, tradesmen stood at their shops, and service was being held in the churches as usual.
Loaded carts stood at the house next to Ferapontov's and women were wailing and lamenting as they said good-by.
The innkeeper stood at the gate.
No one at the stone entrance gates of the drive and the door stood open.
One fair-haired young soldier of the third company, whom Prince Andrew knew and who had a strap round the calf of one leg, crossed himself, stepped back to get a good run, and plunged into the water; another, a dark noncommissioned officer who was always shaggy, stood up to his waist in the water joyfully wriggling his muscular figure and snorted with satisfaction as he poured the water over his head with hands blackened to the wrists.
In front of it stood carriages without horses and things were being packed into the vehicles.
"Why don't you speak?" she inquired of a very old man who stood just in front of her leaning on his stick.
He stopped in the village at the priest's house in front of which stood the commander-in-chief's carriage, and he sat down on the bench at the gate awaiting his Serene Highness, as everyone now called Kutuzov.
Two orderlies, a courier and a major-domo, stood near by, some ten paces from Prince Andrew, availing themselves of Kutuzov's absence and of the fine weather.
He drew his left foot out of the stirrup and, lurching with his whole body and puckering his face with the effort, raised it with difficulty onto the saddle, leaned on his knee, groaned, and slipped down into the arms of the Cossacks and adjutants who stood ready to assist him.
Another criminal, thin and pale, stood near.
But beneath the slope, by the cart with the wounded near the panting little nag where Pierre stood, it was damp, somber, and sad.
In front of a landowner's house to the left of the road stood carriages, wagons, and crowds of orderlies and sentinels.
Some of them were digging, others were wheeling barrowloads of earth along planks, while others stood about doing nothing.
Behind the priest and a chanter stood the notabilities on a spot reserved for them.
For some time he stood in silence considering whether he should follow him or go away.
It seemed as if those smoke clouds sometimes ran and sometimes stood still while woods, fields, and glittering bayonets ran past them.
Kutuzov was saying to a general who stood beside him, not taking his eye from the battlefield.
There was a bridge ahead of him, where other soldiers stood firing.
Within the entrenchment stood ten guns that were being fired through openings in the earthwork.
In line with the knoll on both sides stood other guns which also fired incessantly.
A little behind the guns stood infantry.
The Russians stood in serried ranks behind Semenovsk village and its knoll, and their guns boomed incessantly along their line and sent forth clouds of smoke.
On the faces of all who came from the field of battle, and of those who stood around him, Kutuzov noticed an expression of extreme tension.
The militiamen with stretchers who were called up stood behind the officers.
Around the tents, over more than five acres, bloodstained men in various garbs stood, sat, or lay.
Disregarding the officers' orders, the soldiers stood leaning against their stretchers and gazing intently, as if trying to comprehend the difficult problem of what was taking place before them.
Two steps from him, leaning against a branch and talking loudly and attracting general attention, stood a tall, handsome, black-haired noncommissioned officer with a bandaged head.
At the beginning of the battle they stood blocking the way to Moscow and they still did so at the end of the battle as at the beginning.
It was not Napoleon alone who had experienced that nightmare feeling of the mighty arm being stricken powerless, but all the generals and soldiers of his army whether they had taken part in the battle or not, after all their experience of previous battles--when after one tenth of such efforts the enemy had fled--experienced a similar feeling of terror before an enemy who, after losing HALF his men, stood as threateningly at the end as at the beginning of the battle.
Not that sort of victory which is defined by the capture of pieces of material fastened to sticks, called standards, and of the ground on which the troops had stood and were standing, but a moral victory that convinces the enemy of the moral superiority of his opponent and of his own impotence was gained by the Russians at Borodino.
They, those strange men he had not previously known, stood out clearly and sharply from everyone else.
For a while she had stood beside Sonya while the china was being packed and tried to help, but soon gave it up and went to her room to pack her own things.
The housekeeper, the old nurse, the cooks, coachmen, maids, footmen, postilions, and scullions stood at the gate, staring at the wounded.
With a slight inclination of her head, Natasha stepped back quickly to Mavra Kuzminichna, who stood talking compassionately to the officer.
In the yard stood the carts ready corded.
The major-domo stood at the porch talking to an elderly orderly and to a pale young officer with a bandaged arm.
The count stood still at the window and listened.
The count stood by the window and listened without turning round.
The wounded dragged themselves out of their rooms and stood with pale but happy faces round the carts.
Before two o'clock in the afternoon the Rostovs' four carriages, packed full and with the horses harnessed, stood at the front door.
With the help of a maid she was arranging a seat for the countess in the huge high coach that stood at the entrance.
From the landing where Pierre stood there was a second staircase leading to the back entrance.
Two officers, one with a scarf over his uniform and mounted on a lean, dark-gray horse, the other in an overcoat and on foot, stood at the corner of Ilyinka Street, talking.
The officer stood perplexed and his face showed indecision.
The yard porter, his arms akimbo, stood smiling with satisfaction before the large mirror.
At the corner of the Moroseyka, opposite a large house with closed shutters and bearing a bootmaker's signboard, stood a score of thin, worn-out, gloomy-faced bootmakers, wearing overalls and long tattered coats.
The blood- stained smith stood beside him with a gloomy face.
He stood by the balcony door looking at the crowd.
While waiting for the young man to take his place on the step Rostopchin stood frowning and rubbing his face with his hand.
The young man in the fur-lined coat, stooping a little, stood in a submissive attitude, his fingers clasped before him.
Those standing in front, who had seen and heard what had taken place before them, all stood with wide-open eyes and mouths, straining with all their strength, and held back the crowd that was pushing behind them.
The tall youth, with a stony look on his face, and rigid and uplifted arm, stood beside Vereshchagin.
At the back entrance stood his caleche.
At the gate stood Gerasim, the cook, and two Frenchmen.
When she saw an indistinct shape in the corner, and mistook his knees raised under the quilt for his shoulders, she imagined a horrible body there, and stood still in terror.
In the middle of the street stood a French general saying something to those around him.
Pierre, accompanied by the maid, was advancing to the spot where the general stood, but the French soldiers stopped him.
Having stood there a few moments, he strode back to Michaud and pressed his arm below the elbow with a vigorous movement.
He stood a little behind the governor and held himself with military decorum through the service, meditating on a great variety of subjects.
He was conducted through a glass gallery, an anteroom, and a hall, which were familiar to him, into a long low study at the door of which stood an adjutant.
To the right and left of the post stood rows of French troops in blue uniforms with red epaulets and high boots and shakos.
Then two pairs of Frenchmen approached the criminals and at the officer's command took the two convicts who stood first in the row.
This one, a young soldier, his face deadly pale, his shako pushed back, and his musket resting on the ground, still stood near the pit at the spot from which he had fired.
It stood behind the door.
Groups of singers stood outside the windows.
Its furry tail stood up firm and round as a plume, its bandy legs served it so well that it would often gracefully lift a hind leg and run very easily and quickly on three legs, as if disdaining to use all four.
At seven in the morning a French convoy in marching trim, wearing shakos and carrying muskets, knapsacks, and enormous sacks, stood in front of the sheds, and animated French talk mingled with curses sounded all along the lines.
He did not again go to the sick man, nor turn to look at him, but stood frowning by the door of the hut.
Pierre stood pressed against the wall of a charred house, listening to that noise which mingled in his imagination with the roll of the drums.
He stood irresolutely beside him in the passage.
The black figure of a sentinel stood on the bridge.
"Well, now he'll come away," Petya thought every moment as he stood by the campfire listening to the talk.
Someone was snoring under them, and around them stood saddled horses munching their oats.
Denisov stood by the watchman's hut giving final orders.
"It's all the same to him," he muttered, turning quickly to a soldier who stood behind him.
Dolokhov stood at the gate of the ruined house, letting a crowd of disarmed Frenchmen pass by.
On the opposite side stood Dolokhov's Cossack, counting the prisoners and marking off each hundred with a chalk line on the gate.
One group of the French stood close to the road, and two of them, one of whom had his face covered with sores, were tearing a piece of raw flesh with their hands.
All stood silent, and a soft, pleasant velvety voice began to sing.
In spite of the severe frost some hundred generals and staff officers in full parade uniform stood in front of the castle, as well as a guard of honor of the Semenov regiment.
Kutuzov raised his head and looked for a long while into the eyes of Count Tolstoy, who stood before him holding a silver salver on which lay a small object.
What was needed for him who, overshadowing others, stood at the head of that movement from east to west?
And Uncle Nicholas stood before them in a stern and threatening attitude.
But examining the events themselves and the connection in which the historical persons stood to the people, we have found that they and their orders were dependent on events.
Theology stood on guard for the old views and accused the new of violating revelation.
Many have won accolades and/or have stood the test of time in order to become well-known and famous.
Alex stood and walked down the hall.
A tall perfectly formed and decorated Christmas tree stood beside the staircase.
She stood silently watching him until he looked uncomfortable.
Carmen was looking at someone behind the camera and Alex was looking at a girl who stood about five feet from him.
Katie stood and carried the pan of potatoes to the sink.
His red shock of hair stood up like a flame as he glared down at her.
After the doctor left, Carmen stood over Destiny, looking down at her tiny body while she slept.
Pulling the rail back up, she stood beside the tent, helplessly watching Destiny cry until she coughed herself into another retching fit.
Felipa stood behind him, smiling.
She stepped around the chair and stood before him.
Alex stood and turned away from him, staring out the window.
She winced as she stood, and glanced up into blue eyes that gave every indication he could read her mind.
Diablo stood hip-shod, his eyes half-closed as Giddon tossed a saddle blanket over his back and then swung up the saddle.
She scrambled up and stood on her good leg.
Yancey put his glass down and stood, moving around the table to take her by the arm.
She stood, meeting his gaze with defiance.
Brandon stood, his tall form unfolding like an accordion until he towered over her again.
She leaned forward and stood on her toes, gripping his shoulders as she kissed his cheek.
Behind her throne stood the twenty-eight officers of her army and many officials of the royal household.
He took his stand on the forward deck, while the robber sailors stood in a half circle before him, anxious to listen to his song.
On the day appointed, forty gray- bearded, honest old men stood before the caliph.
The two boys stood at his knees, and his wife sat at his side.
He said to a soldier who stood at the door, "Tell your story again."
Sometimes I stood between two persons who were conversing and touched their lips.
On the afternoon of that eventful day, I stood on the porch, dumb, expectant.
One day, Miss Sullivan tells me, I pinned the word girl on my pinafore and stood in the wardrobe.
Hardly a man takes a half-hour's nap after dinner, but when he wakes he holds up his head and asks, "What's the news?" as if the rest of mankind had stood his sentinels.
At that moment Anna Pavlovna came up and, looking severely at Pierre, asked the Italian how he stood Russian climate.
Prince Hippolyte stood close to the pretty, pregnant princess, and stared fixedly at her through his eyeglass.
Pierre stood smiling but silent.
Anatole stood erect with staring eyes.
Lisa stood and picked up her plate.