Anna had come out from behind the screen to meet him, and Levin saw in the dim light of the study the woman of the portrait, in a dark dress of different shades of blue, not in the same attitude, not with the same expression, but on the same height of beauty as that on which the artist had caught her in the portrait.
Anna gli era uscita incontro di là dalla grata e Levin vide, nella penombra dello studio, quella stessa donna del ritratto, in abito scuro d’un turchino cangiante, non nella posa, non con l’espressione, ma della stessa bellezza con cui era stata colta dall’artista nel ritratto.