A propos of Vasenka's repeated expressions of delight at the charm of the arrangements for the night, of the scent of hay, and of a broken cart (which he thought was broken, because its fore wheels had been removed), of the good-nature of the peasants who had treated him to vodka, and of the dogs which lay each at its master's feet, Oblonsky told them about the delights of a shooting party with Malthus at which he had been last summer.
Vaseñka exteriorizó su entusiasmo sobre aquella noche pasada en un pajar, entre el olor del heno, el encanto del carro roto –que así se lo parecía, porque le habían bajado la delantera para convertirlo en lecho–, entre los simpáticos campesinos que le invitaran a vodka y los perros que se tendían cada uno al pie de la cama de su amo.