1 "Uncle" was fond of such music.
2 She was practicing solfa exercises in the music room.
3 Through the closed doors the music was already audible.
4 Once in the regiment I had not gone to some merrymaking where there was music.
5 Then the king again shouted to the sound of music, and they all began singing.
6 At these sounds, long unheard, Rostov's spirits rose, as at the strains of the merriest music.
7 "No, I don't believe we ever were in animals," said Natasha, still in a whisper though the music had ceased.
8 Simon did not finish, for on the still air he had distinctly caught the music of the hunt with only two or three hounds giving tongue.
9 Tears suddenly rose in her eyes, she turned away, lifted her music before her eyes, began singing again, and again began walking up and down the room.
10 This room had probably been a music room; there was still an organ in it on which some rugs were piled, and in one corner stood the folding bedstead of Bennigsen's adjutant.
11 Just as "Uncle's" pickled mushrooms, honey, and cherry brandy had seemed to her the best in the world, so also that song, at that moment, seemed to her the acme of musical delight.
12 The music sounded louder and through the door rows of brightly lit boxes in which ladies sat with bare arms and shoulders, and noisy stalls brilliant with uniforms, glittered before their eyes.
13 She could not follow the opera nor even listen to the music; she saw only the painted cardboard and the queerly dressed men and women who moved, spoke, and sang so strangely in that brilliant light.
14 Her black eyes looked at the crowd without seeking anyone, and her delicate arm, bare to above the elbow, lay on the velvet edge of the box, while, evidently unconsciously, she opened and closed her hand in time to the music, crumpling her program.