Old Laska, who had not yet quite digested her joy at her master's return and had run out to bark in the yard, now came back, bringing a smell of fresh air with her into the room and, wagging her tail, she approached him and putting her head under his hand whined plaintively, asking to be patted.
La vecchia Laska, che non aveva ancora completamente smaltito la gioia dell’arrivo del padrone, e che era corsa ad abbaiare in cortile, ritornò scodinzolando e portando con sé odor d’aria fresca; si accostò a Levin, gli ficcò il muso sotto il braccio, guaendo flebile e chiedendo d’essere carezzata.