1 Only one was lazily eating oats, dipping its nose into the manger.
2 Vronsky was eating his beefsteak when she came into the dining-room.
3 At the other end sat the prince, eating heartily, and talking loudly and merrily.
4 Then the doctor, a young man, not quite a Nihilist perhaps, but you know, eats with his knife.
5 One thing he did with more sincerity confess to was that living so long in Moscow, a life of nothing but conversation, eating and drinking, he was degenerating.
6 "Send to my house, and tell them to have out the carriage and three horses as quick as they can," he said to the servant, who handed him the steak on a hot silver dish, and moving the dish up he began eating.
7 After eating a cutlet with beans and talking to the waiters of their former masters, Levin, not wishing to go back to the hall, where it was all so distasteful to him, proceeded to walk through the galleries.
8 He had begun sitting up again, coughing, had begun eating again, talking again, and again had ceased to talk of death, again had begun to express hope of his recovery, and had become more irritable and more gloomy than ever.