Half asleep she looked at Nikolay sitting with his feet crossed under him at the other end of the long sofa, and at the severe profile of Sofya with her head enveloped in a mass of golden hair. The sun shone into the room.
Erdi lo, Nikolairi begiratzen zion: diban luzearen beste muturrean eserita zegoen, hankak azpian tolesturik zituela.