Levin could scarcely believe his ears, but there was no room for doubt. The screaming had ceased, and he heard a sound of movement, of rustling, of accelerated breathing, and her voice, faltering, living, tender, and happy, as it said, 'It's over.'
Levin non credeva al proprio udito, ma non si poteva dubitare: il grido s’era calmato e si sentiva un silenzioso affaccendarsi, un fruscio, un respirare ansioso, e la voce di lei felice e affannata, viva e tenera che pronunciava piano: “È finito”.