1 Bazarov picked the book up from the ground.
2 But do you remember; you assured me a book cannot take the place of.
3 Instead of attacking them, you'd better read Michelet's book, De l'amour.
4 He found Arkady at the writing-table with a book in his hands, his coat buttoned up to the throat.
5 Pavel Petrovitch again turned the book over in his hands, and glanced from under his brows at his brother.
6 Pavel Petrovitch took up from the chest of drawers a greasy book, an odd volume of Masalsky's Musketeer, and turned over a few pages.
7 Fenitchka, who had set to work to spell out in a low voice the article on 'Creosote' she had chanced upon, laughed and threw down the book.
8 It turned out that Madame Odintsov had not wasted her time in solitude; she had read a good many excellent books, and spoke herself in excellent Russian.
9 In vain, then, had he spent whole days sometimes in the winter at Petersburg over the newest books; in vain had he listened to the talk of the young men; in vain had he rejoiced when he succeeded in putting in his word too in their heated discussions.
10 Both Arkady and Katya were silent; he was holding a half-open book in his hands, while she was picking out of a basket the few crumbs of bread left in it, and throwing them to a small family of sparrows, who with the frightened impudence peculiar to them were hopping and chirping at her very feet.