But he only understood this much later. Now he only saw that Makhotin was quickly galloping away, while he, reeling, stood alone on the muddy, stationary ground; before him, breathing heavily, lay Frou-Frou, who, bending her head toward him, gazed at him with her beautiful eyes.
In quel momento vedeva solo che Machotin si allontanava veloce, e lui, barcollante, era rimasto solo sulla terra immota, fangosa; lì davanti, respirando greve, giaceva Frou-Frou che, piegando la testa verso di lui, lo guardava con i suoi occhi splendidi.