And Anna did all these things. She took her in her arms, dandled her, and kissed her fresh cheek and bare elbows; but at the sight of this child, she realized still more clearly that what she felt for her could not even be called love in comparison with her feeling for Serezha.
Ana la cogió en brazos, la hizo saltar en ellos, besó su fresca mejilla... Pero, al ver a la pequeña, comprendió con claridad que lo que sentía por ella no era ni siquiera afecto comparado con lo que experimentaba por Sergio.