1 One simply strokes the bristles of dead women.
2 Everyone knew that he must inevitably die soon, that he was half dead already.
3 There was the same change in it from earthly to unearthly that is seen in the face of the dead.
4 But though he liked and respected the princess, Levin could not call her so without a sense of profaning his feeling for his dead mother.
5 But his whole face suddenly bore the solemn rigidity of the dead, and his expression did not change during the whole time of the drive home.
6 Turning her eyes in the direction Pyotr had turned to look, she saw a factory hand almost dead drunk, with hanging head, being led away by a policeman.
7 "Yes, but faith without works is dead," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, recalling the phrase from the catechism, and only by his smile clinging to his independence.
8 "Yes, to choose between me and Vronsky," thought Levin, and the dead thing that had come to life within him died again, and only weighed on his heart and set it aching.
9 If Levin had been told before that Kitty was dead, and that he had died with her, and that their children were angels, and that God was standing before him, he would have been surprised at nothing.
10 He could not at this date repent of the fact that he, a handsome, susceptible man of thirty-four, was not in love with his wife, the mother of five living and two dead children, and only a year younger than himself.
11 He went back himself to a double birch tree on the other side, and leaning his gun on the fork of a dead lower branch, he took off his full overcoat, fastened his belt again, and worked his arms to see if they were free.
12 He did not believe in death generally, and in her death in particular, in spite of what Lidia Ivanovna had told him and his father had confirmed, and it was just because of that, and after he had been told she was dead, that he had begun looking for her when out for a walk.