1 After reaching home Natasha did not sleep all night.
2 He alone did not obey the law of immutability in the enchanted, sleeping castle.
3 "Well, let her sleep," said Marya Dmitrievna as she went out of the room supposing Natasha to be asleep.
4 All that night she did not sleep or weep and did not speak to Sonya who got up and went to her several times.
5 She could not eat or sleep, grew visibly thinner, coughed, and, as the doctors made them feel, was in danger.
6 As she read she glanced at the sleeping Natasha, trying to find in her face an explanation of what she was reading, but did not find it.
7 He entered through the gates with their stone pillars and drove up the avenue leading to the house as if he were entering an enchanted, sleeping castle.
8 "No, gentlemen, you have had your sleep, but I have not slept for two nights," replied the doctor, and he sat down morosely beside his wife, waiting for the game to end.
9 From reading he passed to sleeping, from sleeping to gossip in drawing rooms of the club, from gossip to carousals and women; from carousals back to gossip, reading, and wine.
10 Several times Rostov, covering his head, tried to go to sleep, but some remark would arouse him and conversation would be resumed, to the accompaniment of unreasoning, merry, childlike laughter.
11 She, seeing herself surrounded by such brilliant and polite young men, beamed with satisfaction, try as she might to hide it, and perturbed as she evidently was each time her husband moved in his sleep behind her.
12 When he had gone, taking his wife with him, and had settled down with her in their covered cart, the officers lay down in the tavern, covering themselves with their wet cloaks, but they did not sleep for a long time; now they exchanged remarks, recalling the doctor's uneasiness and his wife's delight, now they ran out into the porch and reported what was taking place in the covered trap.