Exactly at midnight, when Anna was still sitting at her writing-table finishing a letter to Dolly, she heard the measured tread of slippered feet, and Karenin entered, freshly washed, his hair brushed, and a book under his arm.
A las doce en punto, mientras Ana, sentada ante su pupitre, escribía a Dolly, sonaron los pasos apagados de una persona andando en zapatillas, y Alexis Alejandrovich, lavado y peinado y con su rope de noche, apareció en el umbral.