Exactly at midnight, when Anna was still sitting at her writing-table finishing a letter to Dolly, she heard the measured tread of slippered feet, and Karenin entered, freshly washed, his hair brushed, and a book under his arm.
A mezzanotte in punto, quando Anna era ancora seduta allo scrittoio terminando una lettera a Dolly, si udirono dei passi eguali e Aleksej Aleksandrovic, in pantofole, lavato e pettinato, col libro sotto al braccio, si accostò a lei.