'Keep your hands quiet, Grisha,' she said, and again took up the rug she was knitting, a piece of work begun long ago, to which she always returned in times of trouble, and which she was now knitting, nervously throwing the stitches over with her fingers and counting them.
— Fermo con le mai, Griša — disse, e si mise di nuovo alla coperta, suo vecchio lavoro al quale attendeva sempre nei momenti penosi e che ora eseguiva nervosamente, intrecciando il filo con le dita e contando le maglie.