'Keep your hands quiet, Grisha,' she said, and again took up the rug she was knitting, a piece of work begun long ago, to which she always returned in times of trouble, and which she was now knitting, nervously throwing the stitches over with her fingers and counting them.
Y se entregó a su labor de nuevo. Hacía mucho tiempo que la había iniciado y sólo se ocupaba de ella en momentos de disgusto.