1 He got up and pushed up a rocking chair.
2 He would have kissed her; she pushed him away.
3 Vronsky bowed low and pushed a chair up for her.
4 Anna took the tray, and then pushed it away from her.
5 But suddenly her face was drawn, she pushed him away.
6 She tried to pull the portfolio away, but he pushed her back.
7 At last, as though making an effort over herself, she got up and pushed him away.
8 Behind her stood the gloomy, healthy-looking German workman who pushed the carriage.
9 When she had got round the turn, she gave herself a push off with one foot, and skated straight up to Shtcherbatsky.
10 Those who had not succeeded in getting into the main entrance were crowding about the windows, pushing, wrangling, and peeping through the gratings.
11 The young man asked him for a light, and entered into conversation with him, and even pushed against him, to make him feel that he was not a thing, but a person.
12 But, directly he would have made a step to come nearer to her, she was aware of his presence, pushed away the watering pot, and turned her flushed face towards him.
13 When he had finished his letters, Stepan Arkadyevitch moved the office-papers close to him, rapidly looked through two pieces of business, made a few notes with a big pencil, and pushing away the papers, turned to his coffee.
14 Instantly flinging a fresh cloth over the round table under the bronze chandelier, though it already had a table cloth on it, he pushed up velvet chairs, and came to a standstill before Stepan Arkadyevitch with a napkin and a bill of fare in his hands, awaiting his commands.
15 Her eyes glowed with the fire he knew so well; with a rapid movement she raised her lovely hands, covered with rings, took his head, looked a long look into his face, and, putting up her face with smiling, parted lips, swiftly kissed his mouth and both eyes, and pushed him away.