At length the door opened noisily and out bounded, spinning round and round in the air, Krak, Oblonsky's yellow spotted pointer, followed by Oblonsky himself with a gun in his hand and a cigar in his mouth. 'Quiet, quiet, Krak!' he said affectionately to the dog, which was throwing its paws up against his stomach and chest and getting them entangled in his game-bag.
Al fin, la puerta se abrió con estrépito y salió, dando saltos y cabriolas, «Krak» , el pointer de Oblonsky, y tras él el propio Oblonsky, con un cigarro en la boca y la escopeta en la mano. –¡Calla, « Krak» , calla! –ordenó afectuosamente a su perro, que le ponía las patas sobre el vientre y el pecho, aferrándose a su morral.