1 In this room it was almost dark; only two tiny lamps were burning before the icons and there was a pleasant scent of flowers and burnt pastilles.
2 Then she shook her head and glanced up at the icons with a sigh.
3 He lay just under the icons; his large thick hands outside the quilt.
4 The nurse lit the gilt candles before the icons and sat down by the door with her knitting.
5 Natasha was sitting on the bed, pale and dry eyed, and was gazing at the icons and whispering something as she rapidly crossed herself.
6 Or, turning to Mademoiselle Bourienne, he would ask her in Princess Mary's presence how she liked our village priests and icons and would joke about them.
7 She assumed an attitude of prayer, looked at the icons, repeated the words of a prayer, but she could not pray.
8 In the foremost place, immediately under the icons, sat Barclay de Tolly, his high forehead merging into his bald crown.
9 The countess went into the oratory and there Sonya found her on her knees before the icons that had been left here and there hanging on the wall.
10 Natasha, pale, with a fixed look, was sitting on the bench under the icons just where she had sat down on arriving and paid no attention to her father's words.
11 The small lamp in front of the icons was the only light left in the room.
12 By the side of the path, on the dusty dry grass, all sorts of household goods lay in a heap: featherbeds, a samovar, icons, and trunks.
13 The icons, and my dowry bed, all the rest is lost.
14 called us all to him and, will you believe it, placed us in front of the icons.
15 Andrew, I bless you with this icon and you must promise me you will never take it off.