1 The countess was playing patience.
2 For that, not storming and attacking but patience and time are wanted.
3 She finished her game of patience and only then examined the presents.
4 You take everything so to heart, said Pierre, and began laying out his cards for patience.
5 He took a pack of cards that lay on the table and began to lay them out for a game of patience.
6 But believe me, my dear boy, there is nothing stronger than those two: patience and time, they will do it all.
7 Nicholas sighed, bit his mustache, and laid out the cards for a patience, trying to divert his mother's attention to another topic.
8 The old countess, waiting for the return of her husband and son, sat playing patience with the old gentlewoman who lived in their house.
9 If this patience comes out," he said to himself after shuffling the cards, holding them in his hand, and lifting his head, "if it comes out, it means.
10 Nicholas felt himself irredeemably indebted to Sonya for all she was doing for his mother and greatly admired her patience and devotion, but tried to keep aloof from her.
11 He knew all this and therefore waited calmly for what would happen, with more patience than the horses, especially the near one, the chestnut Falcon, who was pawing the ground and champing his bit.
12 Although that patience did come out, Pierre did not join the army, but remained in deserted Moscow ever in the same state of agitation, irresolution, and alarm, yet at the same time joyfully expecting something terrible.