Rostov, standing in the front lines of Kutuzov's army which the Tsar approached first, experienced the same feeling as every other man in that army: a feeling of self-forgetfulness, a proud consciousness of might, and a passionate attraction to him who was the cause of this triumph.
An aide-de-camp approached with gliding steps and offered him a gold snuffbox, which he took.
As we approached the end of the flawless narrative, one of us would invariably ask sardonically (but never sarcastically), "What could possibly go wrong?"
She stared out the windows at the telephone poles as they approached and sped off in a blur.
He left the corner and approached her, stopping when she took a step back.