With rapid steps he approached the door of his studio, and in spite of his excitement was struck by the soft light on Anna's figure as she stood in the shadow of the porch listening to something Golenishchev was vehemently saying, and at the same time evidently wishing to look at the approaching artist.
Sin que ni él mismo se diera cuenta, Mijailov captó y asimiló toda la gracia de aquella figura, como cazara al vuelo la barbilla del vendedor de cigarros, guardándola en el rincón de su cerebro de donde había de extraerla cuando la necesitó.