1 Well, after such a journey you must indeed be needing rest, so you shall lie upon this sofa.
2 The room had now been set in order, the sumptuous feather bed removed, and a table set before the sofa.
3 Next, she took a seat upon the sofa, drew around her her merino gown, and sat thereafter without moving an eyelid or an eyebrow.
4 'A meal would not come amiss, certainly,' observed Bazarov, stretching, and he dropped on to a sofa.
5 'Stay, I'm coming with you,' cried Bazarov, pulling himself up suddenly from the sofa.
6 He threw himself on the sofa, clasped his hands behind his head, and remained without moving, looking with a face almost of despair at the ceiling.
7 On a leather-covered sofa, a lady, still young, was half reclining.
8 She got up from the sofa, and carelessly drawing a velvet cape trimmed with yellowish ermine over her shoulders, she said languidly, 'Good-morning, Victor,' and pressed Sitnikov's hand.
9 You were in too great a hurry to move on to the sofa.
10 Bazarov suddenly turned over on the sofa, bent a fixed dull look on his father, and asked for drink.
11 Anna Sergyevna swiftly crossed the room, and sat down in the armchair near the sofa on which Bazarov was lying.
12 They moved from the table to the sofa.
13 They all sat round him on the sofa.
14 I smiled contemptuously and walked up and down the other side of the room, opposite the sofa, from the table to the stove and back again.
15 They will all be sitting in the drawing-room, and he with Olympia on the sofa.