And with a kindly smile on his moist and rosy lips, he went on addressing himself chiefly to Karenin, the principal guest. 'Vasya Pryachnikov, as I was told to-day, has fought a duel with Kvitsky and killed him.'
Me han contado –siguió, sonriendo bonachonamente con sus labios húmedos y rojos y dirigiéndose a Karenin, como invitado de más respeto– que Vasia Prianichnikov se ha batido en Tver con Kritsky y le ha matado.