'You don't say so!' he exclaimed, when the Princess told him that Vronsky was going by that train. For a moment Oblonsky's face looked sad, but a minute later when, with a slight spring in his step and smoothing his whiskers, he entered the waiting-room where Vronsky was, Oblonsky had quite forgotten how he had sobbed with despair over his sister's corpse, and he saw in Vronsky only a hero and an old friend.
–¿Qué me dice usted? Su rostro expresó tristeza pot un momento, pero un minuto después, al entrar, alisándose las patinas, en la sala en que estaba el Conde, ya había olvidado su llanto sobre el ataúd de su hermana y sólo veía en Vronksy un héroe y un viejo amigo.