On some downtown streets, soldiers peered from behind concrete pillars, their rifles at the ready.

A Russian soldier of nineteen or twenty, with rosy choirboy cheeks, peered in.

The soldier peered through the swirling snow at the ID.

The soldier peered into our bus, said, "Sbalom," and waved us through.

The soldiers peered, none of them wanting to approach closer than several meters.

The two soldiers were peering into the pit.

And two out-of-uniform soldiers, also on board, slipped their automatic weapons out of a closet and peered outside.

Meanwhile, soldiers peered into the camp from an armored observation booth hoisted high by a crane.

The soldier peered directly at him and frowned.

Lower-ranking soldiers peered in curiously at them through lattice windows as they talked.