1 She was so pleased by praise from this brilliant beauty that she blushed with pleasure.
2 Helene welcomed Natasha delightedly and was loud in admiration of her beauty and her dress.
3 She did not cease chattering good-naturedly and gaily, continually praising Natasha's beauty.
4 Natasha brightened up and felt almost in love with this woman, who was so beautiful and so kind.
5 Connoisseurs of such matters declared that rarely had so many beautiful women been assembled in one place.
6 He had heard of the swiftness of Ilagin's borzois, and in that beautiful bitch saw a rival to his own Milka.
7 She struck those who saw her by her fullness of life and beauty, combined with her indifference to everything about her.
8 Natasha involuntarily gazed at that neck, those shoulders, and pearls and coiffure, and admired the beauty of the shoulders and the pearls.
9 Again the beautiful Erza reached him, but when close to the hare's scut paused as if measuring the distance, so as not to make a mistake this time but seize his hind leg.
10 Rostov was particularly struck by the beauty of a small, pure-bred, red-spotted bitch on Ilagin's leash, slender but with muscles like steel, a delicate muzzle, and prominent black eyes.
11 Countess Bezukhova was present among other Russian ladies who had followed the sovereign from Petersburg to Vilna and eclipsed the refined Polish ladies by her massive, so-called Russian type of beauty.
12 Ilagin lifted his beaver cap still higher to Natasha and said, with a pleasant smile, that the young countess resembled Diana in her passion for the chase as well as in her beauty, of which he had heard much.
13 She did not at all realize that before having seen her future sister-in-law she was prejudiced against her by involuntary envy of her beauty, youth, and happiness, as well as by jealousy of her brother's love for her.
14 As soon as the sun appeared in a clear strip of sky beneath the clouds, the wind fell, as if it dared not spoil the beauty of the summer morning after the storm; drops still continued to fall, but vertically now, and all was still.
15 A tall, beautiful woman with a mass of plaited hair and much exposed plump white shoulders and neck, round which she wore a double string of large pearls, entered the adjoining box rustling her heavy silk dress and took a long time settling into her place.
16 He became still more absorbed in his task when the Russian general entered, and after glancing over his spectacles at Balashev's face, which was animated by the beauty of the morning and by his talk with Murat, he did not rise or even stir, but scowled still more and sneered malevolently.