1 You ask whether we shall spend next winter in Moscow.
2 Early in the winter Denisov also came back and stayed with them.
3 Facing him lay a field of winter rye, there his own huntsman stood alone in a hollow behind a hazel bush.
4 Natasha, that winter, had for the first time begun to sing seriously, mainly because Denisov so delighted in her singing.
5 His health was better in the winter, but last spring his wound reopened and the doctor said he ought to go away for a cure.
6 The coarse evergreen color of the small fir trees scattered here and there among the birches was an unpleasant reminder of winter.
7 She had been married during the previous winter, and being pregnant did not go to any large gatherings, but only to small receptions.
8 It was one of those March nights when winter seems to wish to resume its sway and scatters its last snows and storms with desperate fury.
9 During the winter Prince Andrew had come to Bald Hills and had been gay, gentle, and more affectionate than Princess Mary had known him for a long time past.
10 The horses also had been fed for a fortnight on straw from the thatched roofs and had become terribly thin, though still covered with tufts of felty winter hair.
11 The wooded ravines and the copses, which at the end of August had still been green islands amid black fields and stubble, had become golden and bright-red islands amid the green winter rye.
12 The verdure had thickened and its bright green stood out sharply against the brownish strips of winter rye trodden down by the cattle, and against the pale-yellow stubble of the spring buckwheat.
13 He looked at the snowflakes fluttering above the fire and remembered a Russian winter at his warm, bright home, his fluffy fur coat, his quickly gliding sleigh, his healthy body, and all the affection and care of his family.
14 As soon as Nicholas entered, he was enfolded in that poetic atmosphere of love which pervaded the Rostov household that winter and, now after Dolokhov's proposal and Iogel's ball, seemed to have grown thicker round Sonya and Natasha as the air does before a thunderstorm.
15 The old count, knowing his son's ardor in the hunt, hurried so as not to be late, and the huntsmen had not yet reached their places when Count Ilya Rostov, cheerful, flushed, and with quivering cheeks, drove up with his black horses over the winter rye to the place reserved for him, where a wolf might come out.
16 They went through the muddy village, past threshing floors and green fields of winter rye, downhill where snow still lodged near the bridge, uphill where the clay had been liquefied by the rain, past strips of stubble land and bushes touched with green here and there, and into a birch forest growing on both sides of the road.
17 The hounds of that ardent young sportsman Rostov had not merely reached hard winter condition, but were so jaded that at a meeting of the huntsmen it was decided to give them a three days' rest and then, on the sixteenth of September, to go on a distant expedition, starting from the oak grove where there was an undisturbed litter of wolf cubs.
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