DARYA ALEXANDROVNA WAS THERE in a dressing-jacket, with her large frightened eyes, made more prominent by the emaciation of her face, and her knot of thin plaits of once luxurious and beautiful hair.
Daria Alejandrovna, vestida con una sencilla bata y rodeada de prendas y objetos esparcidos por todas partes, estaba de pie ante un armario abierto del que iba sacando algunas cosas.