It evoked both in Vronsky and in Anna a feeling such as a sailor might have who saw by the compass that the direction in which he was swiftly sailing diverged widely from the right course but was quite unable to stop, and felt that every moment was taking him farther and farther astray, and that to acknowledge to himself that he was diverging from the right direction was tantamount to acknowledging that he was lost.
En verdad, la presencia del niño inspiraba a Vronsky los sentimientos de un navegante que comprueba, por la brújula, que sigue una ruta equivocada, sin medios para poderla rectificar, sintiéndose cada vez más extraviado y consciente de que el cambio de dirección equivale a su pérdida.