'Can I have missed?' cried Oblonsky, who could not see through the smoke. 'Here it is!' answered Levin, pointing to Laska, who with one ear erect, wagging her fluffy, high-arched tail, stepping slowly as if to prolong the pleasure and seeming almost to smile, brought the dead bird to her master. 'Well, I'm glad you got it,' said Levin, and while he spoke he was already experiencing a feeling of envy at not having killed the bird himself.
— Eccola! — disse Levin, indicando Laska che, con un orecchio alzato e agitando la punta della coda lanosa, a passi lenti, come se sorridesse e volesse prolungarsene il piacere, portava l’uccello ucciso al padrone. — Via, son contento che sia riuscito a te — disse Levin, pur provando un certo senso di invidia a non essere stato lui ad ammazzar la beccaccia.