The screaming had ceased, but there was a change; what it was he could not make out or understand, nor did he want to understand it but he read it in Mary Vlasevna's face. She looked pale and stern, and as resolute as before though her jaw trembled a little and her eyes were fixed intently on Kitty.
Cosa, non lo vedeva e non lo capiva e non voleva capirlo. Ma lo vedeva dal viso di Lizaveta Petrovna: il viso di Lizaveta Petrovna era severo e pallido e sempre egualmente deciso, sebbene le mascelle le tremassero un poco e i suoi occhi fossero diretti con fissità su Kitty.