She had assured herself more than once during those last few days, and again a moment ago, that Vronsky in relation to her was only one of the hundreds of everlastingly identical young men she met everywhere, and that she would never allow herself to give him a thought; yet now, at the first moment of seeing him again, she was seized by a feeling of joyful pride.
Più di una volta in quei giorni, e fino a pochi momenti prima, era andata ripetendo a se stessa che Vronskij era per lei uno dei cento giovanotti eternamente identici che s’incontrano dovunque, e che ella mai avrebbe concesso a se stessa di pensare a lui; ma ora, in quel primo attimo dell’incontro, fu presa da un senso di orgoglio gioioso.