Sitting on the sofa with the little cushions on its arms, in what used to be his old schoolroom, and looking into Natasha's wildly bright eyes, Rostov re-entered that world of home and childhood which had no meaning for anyone else, but gave him some of the best joys of his life; and the burning of an arm with a ruler as a proof of love did not seem to him senseless, he understood and was not surprised at it.
The cushions on the couch and chairs were thick and inviting.
Brandon shoved a hand between the cushions and fished out the cell.
His daughter placed chintz-covered down cushions for him to sit on and behind his back.
He rested against the cushions.
