1 Sonya and Natasha looked at Vera with guilty, happy faces.
2 Ah, dear friend, you are happy not to know these poignant joys and sorrows.
3 He cast happy, sidelong glances at his son from under his thick, bushy eyebrows.
4 She took his arm and with a happy face went with him into the adjoining sitting room.
5 Natasha was perfectly happy; she was dancing with a grown-up man, who had been abroad.
6 It seemed as if the very light of the candles was focused on those two happy faces alone.
7 One single sentiment, that of fear for his young and happy life, possessed his whole being.
8 "Ah, my dear, I hardly knew you," said Anna Mikhaylovna with a happy smile, ambling lightly up to the count's niece.
9 It expressed the concentrated and happy resolution you see on the face of a man who on a hot day takes a final run before plunging into the water.
10 A husband, a man, a strong dominant and strangely attractive being rose in her imagination, and carried her into a totally different happy world of his own.
11 "Walk him up and down, my dear fellow," he continued, with that gay brotherly cordiality which goodhearted young people show to everyone when they are happy.
12 It was as if all the powers of his soul were concentrated on passing the commander in the best possible manner, and feeling that he was doing it well he was happy.
13 Natasha's face, which had been so radiantly happy all that saint's day, suddenly changed: her eyes became fixed, and then a shiver passed down her broad neck and the corners of her mouth drooped.
14 Six weeks later he was married, and settled in Count Bezukhov's large, newly furnished Petersburg house, the happy possessor, as people said, of a wife who was a celebrated beauty and of millions of money.
15 Not only the guests but even the footmen waiting at table seemed to feel this, and they forgot their duties as they looked at the beautiful Helene with her radiant face and at the red, broad, and happy though uneasy face of Pierre.
16 The regimental commander, flushing, ran to his horse, seized the stirrup with trembling hands, threw his body across the saddle, righted himself, drew his saber, and with a happy and resolute countenance, opening his mouth awry, prepared to shout.
17 He felt as though he were the center of some important and general movement; that something was constantly expected of him, that if he did not do it he would grieve and disappoint many people, but if he did this and that, all would be well; and he did what was demanded of him, but still that happy result always remained in the future.
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