While Oblonsky passed behind a screen of trellis-work – and the man's voice that had been speaking became silent – Levin looked at the portrait, which in the bright illumination seemed to step out of its frame, and he could not tear himself away from it.
Oblonsky continuó hacia donde estaba su hermana y la voz de hombre que se oía se calló. Entre tanto Levin continuaba junto al cuadro, fascinado, sin poder apartar los ojos de él.