WHEN HE WAS QUITE DRESSED Oblonsky sprinkled some scent on himself, pulled down his cuffs, and as usual distributing in different pockets his cigarette-case, matches, pocket-book, and the watch with its double chain and bunch of charms, he shook out his handkerchief, and feeling clean, sweet, healthy, and physically bright in spite of his misfortune, went with a slight spring in each step into the dining-room where his coffee stood ready. Beside the coffee lay letters and papers from the Office.
Vestitosi, Stepan Arkad’ic si spruzzò di profumo, assestò le maniche della camicia, distribuì per le tasche con gesti abituali le sigarette, il portafoglio, i fiammiferi, l’orologio con la catena doppia e i ciondoli e, spiegazzato il fazzoletto, sentendosi pulito, profumato, sano e, malgrado il suo guaio, fisicamente allegro, si avviò, tentennando leggermente su ciascuna gamba, verso la sala da pranzo dove già l’aspettavano il caffè e, accanto al caffè, le lettere e le carte del tribunale.