1 Her heart turned cold when she saw Kitty sitting on a low chair near the door, her eyes fixed immovably on a corner of the rug.
2 He sat down, tucked the tiger-skin rug round him, and lighted a cigar.
3 And pulling up the rug he flung himself back on the pillow.
4 Not far from her they were taking the rug off the lop-eared Gladiator.
5 All that was left was a woman with short legs, who lay down because she had a bad figure, and worried patient Varenka for not arranging her rug to her liking.
6 The door opened, and the hall porter with a rug on his arm called the carriage.
7 Vronsky saw him without looking round get into the carriage, pick up the rug and the opera-glass at the window and disappear.
8 Alexey Alexandrovitch unfolded the rug in which his frozen feet were wrapped, and getting out of his carriage made his way over the snow to Darya Alexandrovna.
9 He did not recognize his room, looking up from the ground, at the bent legs of the table, at the wastepaper basket, and the tiger-skin rug.
10 He made an effort at thought, and was aware that he was on the floor; and seeing blood on the tiger-skin rug and on his arm, he knew he had shot himself.
11 As he walked over the soft rug towards the door, he could not help overhearing a conversation he did not want to hear.
12 Well, we shall see which of them will step on the rug first.
13 Oh, I stepped on the rug before Vassily on purpose.
14 There was no dust visible anywhere, a rug was laid by the bedside.
15 Seryozha, with radiant eyes and smiles, holding his mother by one hand and his nurse by the other, pattered on the rug with his fat little bare feet.