Old Laska, who had not yet quite digested her joy at her master's return and had run out to bark in the yard, now came back, bringing a smell of fresh air with her into the room and, wagging her tail, she approached him and putting her head under his hand whined plaintively, asking to be patted.
La vieja «Laska», aún emocionada por el regreso de su dueño, tras recorrer el patio ladrando, volvió, meneando la cola, introdujo la cabeza bajo la mano de Levin y, aullando lastimeramente, insistió en que la acariciase.