The steward, in his astrakhan-trimmed coat, as radiant as everything else that day, was coming from the threshing-ground breaking a bit of straw in his hands.
L’amministratore, risplendente, come ogni cosa in quel giorno, in un pellicciotto di montone guarnito d’agnina, veniva dall’aia, sminuzzando nelle mani una pagliuzza.