He approached his coachman, who was dozing on the box, in the already slanting shadow of a large lime tree, looked with pleasure at the swaying swarms of midgets that whirled above the perspiring horses, and having roused the coachman jumped into the calèche and told him to drive to Bryansky's.
Se acercó al cochero, que dormitaba a la sombra ya oblicua de un frondoso tilo, miró la nube de mosquitos que volaban sobre los caballos cubiertos de sudor y, después de haber despertado al cochero, saltó al carruaje y le ordenó que se dirigiese a casa de Briansky.