DARYA ALEXANDROVNA WAS THERE in a dressing-jacket, with her large frightened eyes, made more prominent by the emaciation of her face, and her knot of thin plaits of once luxurious and beautiful hair. The room was covered with scattered articles, and she was standing among them before an open wardrobe, where she was engaged in selecting something.
Dar’ja Aleksandrovna, in veste da notte, con le trecce ormai rade, un tempo folte e belle, appuntate alla nuca, col viso asciutto, affilato, e i grandi occhi spauriti che risaltavano nella magrezza del viso, stava in piedi in mezzo alle cose gettate alla rinfusa per la stanza, dinanzi a un armadio aperto dal quale sceglieva qualcosa.