Next to a lady wearing a turban, and a bald old man who blinked angrily just as Vronsky's moving glass reached him, he suddenly saw Anna's proud head, strikingly beautiful, and smiling in its frame of lace.
Junto a una señora con turbante y un anciano calvo, que pestañeaba, malhumorado ante el binóculo de Vronsky, en continua busca, vio de pronto a Ana, orgullosa, bellísima y sonriente, entre sedas y encajes.