When he had settled in the arm-chair in the little drawing room where he always had his tea, and Agatha Mikhaylovna had brought it in for him and had sat down at the window with her usual remark, 'I will sit down sir!' he felt that, strange to say, he had not really forgotten his dreams and that he could not live without them.
Se sentó en el saloncito donde tomaba el té. Cuando se acomodó en su butaca con un libro en la mano y Agafia Mijailovna le dijo, como siempre: «Voy a sentarme un rato, padrecito» y se instaló en la silla próxima a la ventana, Levin sintió que, por extraño que pareciera, no podía desprenderse de sus ilusiones ni vivir sin ellas.