petya

Petya had been strutting up and down in silence.

said the footman; and he too setting to work with his elbows shoved Petya into the stinking corner of the gateway.

natasha , nikolay , and petya took off their wraps and sat down on the sofa.

She held aloof from all the household. It was only with her brother, Petya, that she felt at ease.

Petya could not be brought back except by the return of his regiment, or through being transferred to another regiment on active service.

on getting home , petya announced with decision and firmness that if they would not let him do so too , he would run away.

Petya tip- toed , pushed, and pinched, but he could see nothing but the crowd around him.

When they reached the bridge again, Petya and Dolohov passed the sentinel, who, without uttering a word, paced gloomily up and down.

"I, I . . . I'll come with you! " cried Petya.

Petya's death had torn away half of her life.

He was waiting for Petya's return in great uneasiness, anxiety, and vexation with himself for having let him go.

Dolohov's appearance struck Petya as strange through its simplicity.

ON REACHING the hut in the wood, Petya found Denisov in the porch.

Oh, well, Petya, women-- you have to humor them a little.

That'll come, Petya. - Not in time.

"That's good! " cried Petya; "why shouldn't I go? . . . "