'I want nothing, nothing but that happiness,' he thought, staring at the ivory knob of the bell between the front windows of the carriage, his mind full of Anna as he had last seen her.
«No necesito nada, nada, excepto esta felicidad –pensaba Vronsky, mirando el tirador de hueso de la campanilla, que pendía entre ambas portezuelas a imaginando a Ana tal como la viera por última vez–.