His eyes shifted under the sergeant's steady, boring stare, and he glanced at the rest of his companions, the two disheveled fighters, the lanky man picking up a forage cap and handing it to one of them.
He looked at the sergeant and the rest of his companions.
He looked at the stars.
A blond woman and a man are near each other.
A girl is being kissed.
The guns were silent.
People in the country are disrespectful of others properties.
Levin doesn't know anything about law, does he?
The man is wearing a shirt.