1 Not a single star could be seen.
2 Count the sands of the sea, number the stars.
3 Over his head Levin made out the stars of the Great Bear and lost them again.
4 But she could not have seen his face if a flash of lightning had not hidden the stars and revealed it.
5 Rousing himself, Levin got up from the haycock, and looking at the stars, he saw that the night was over.
6 As soon as he arrived in Petersburg, people began to talk about him as a newly risen star of the first magnitude.
7 He walked across the terrace and looked at two stars that had come out in the darkening sky, and suddenly he remembered.
8 Anna had never met this new star of fashion, and was struck by her beauty, the exaggerated extreme to which her dress was carried, and the boldness of her manners.
9 Levin listened to the monotonous drip from the lime trees in the garden, and looked at the triangle of stars he knew so well, and the Milky Way with its branches that ran through its midst.
10 He gazed at the cross, then at the stars, drank in the fresh freezing air that flowed evenly into the room, and followed as though in a dream the images and memories that rose in his imagination.
11 The snipe had ceased flying; but Levin resolved to stay a little longer, till Venus, which he saw below a branch of birch, should be above it, and the stars of the Great Bear should be perfectly plain.
12 At each flash of lightning the Milky Way, and even the bright stars, vanished, but as soon as the lightning died away, they reappeared in their places as though some hand had flung them back with careful aim.
13 He would have talked with him, and tried to comfort him, but remembering that he had nothing but his shirt on, he changed his mind and sat down again at the open pane to bathe in the cold air and gaze at the exquisite lines of the cross, silent, but full of meaning for him, and the mounting lurid yellow star.