One can hear and see the grass growing,' thought Levin, as he noticed a wet slate-coloured aspen leaf move close to the point of a blade of grass. He stood listening, and gazing down now on the wet mossy ground, now at the attentive Laska, now at the sea of bare tree-tops stretched out before him at the foot of the hill, and now at the darkening sky streaked with fleecy clouds.
Escuchaba y miraba ora la tierra mojada cubierta de musgos húmedos, ora a «Laska», atenta a todo rumor, ora el mar de copas de árboles desnudos que tenía delante, ora el cielo que, velado por las blancas vedijas de las nubecillas, se oscurecía lentamente.