'What's the good of going to sleep, eh?' said Oblonsky, who after the few glasses he had drunk at supper was in his pleasantest and most poetic mood. 'Look Kitty!' he went on, pointing to the moon rising behind the lime-trees.
— Via, che gusto c’è a dormire! — disse Stepan Arkad’ic, che, dopo parecchi bicchieri di vino bevuti a tavola era adesso dell’umore più cordiale e poetico. — Guarda, Kitty — diceva, indicando la luna che si levava di là dai tigli — che incanto!