'Matthew, my sister Anna Arkadyevna is coming to-morrow,' he said, motioning away for a moment the shiny plump hand of the barber, which was shaving a rosy path between his long curly whiskers.
–Mi hermana Ana Arkadievna llega mañana, Mateo –dijo, deteniendo un instante la mano del barbero, que ya trazaba un camino rosado entre las largas y rizadas patillas.