Louisa Ivanovna consented to go, and in half an hour four troyka sleighs with large and small bells, their runners squeaking and whistling over the frozen snow, drove up to the porch.
At length you slowly raise, pulling hand over hand, some horned pout squeaking and squirming to the upper air.
She stepped out into the frigid morning, her boots sinking into the snow with a squeaking sound.
A car crossed the bridge behind them, leaving a wake of squeaking and groaning metal and wood.
Having fallen into the line of carriages, the Rostovs' carriage drove up to the theater, its wheels squeaking over the snow.
The old count's troyka, with Dimmler and his party, started forward, squeaking on its runners as though freezing to the snow, its deep-toned bell clanging.