1 And his eyes were laughing during the reading of the report.
2 His face relaxed, his lips swelled, his eyes were swimming with tears.
3 "Not bad," he repeated, turning his dewy, brilliant eyes from Levin to the Tatar.
4 Stepan Arkadyevitch slowly emptied his glass of Chablis, never taking his eyes off Levin.
5 In the glance, in which their eyes met in the looking-glass, it was clear that they understood one another.
6 "No, she could not tell an untruth with those eyes," thought the mother, smiling at her agitation and happiness.
7 His whole soul was filled with memories of Kitty, and there was a smile of triumph and happiness shining in his eyes.
8 He walked on a few steps, and the skating-ground lay open before his eyes, and at once, amidst all the skaters, he knew her.
9 At that moment Stepan Arkadyevitch, his hat cocked on one side, with beaming face and eyes, strode into the garden like a conquering hero.
10 She dropped her eyes and listened, expecting what he would say, as it were beseeching him in some way or other to make her believe differently.
11 Stepan Arkadyevitch, who had long known that Levin was in love with his sister-in-law, Kitty, gave a hardly perceptible smile, and his eyes sparkled merrily.
12 He had never clearly thought out the subject, but he had vaguely conceived that his wife must long ago have suspected him of being unfaithful to her, and shut her eyes to the fact.
13 When Levin darted up to Kitty her face was no longer stern; her eyes looked at him with the same sincerity and friendliness, but Levin fancied that in her friendliness there was a certain note of deliberate composure.
14 In him, in his handsome, radiant figure, his sparkling eyes, black hair and eyebrows, and the white and red of his face, there was something which produced a physical effect of kindliness and good humor on the people who met him.
15 He turned over his stout, well-cared-for person on the springy sofa, as though he would sink into a long sleep again; he vigorously embraced the pillow on the other side and buried his face in it; but all at once he jumped up, sat up on the sofa, and opened his eyes.
16 But what always struck him in her as something unlooked for, was the expression of her eyes, soft, serene, and truthful, and above all, her smile, which always transported Levin to an enchanted world, where he felt himself softened and tender, as he remembered himself in some days of his early childhood.
17 Darya Alexandrovna, in a dressing jacket, and with her now scanty, once luxuriant and beautiful hair fastened up with hairpins on the nape of her neck, with a sunken, thin face and large, startled eyes, which looked prominent from the thinness of her face, was standing among a litter of all sorts of things scattered all over the room, before an open bureau, from which she was taking something.
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