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18<br />

LEV TOLSTÓI<br />

Anna Karénina<br />

/... En la pared había un reflector que proyectaba su luz sobre<br />

un retrato de mujer de cuerpo entero, al que Levin no pudo por<br />

menos de prestar atención. Era el retrato de Anna realizado<br />

en Italia por Mijáilov. Mientras Stepán Arkádevich pasaba<br />

al otro lado de una espaldera y la voz de hombre que había<br />

estado hablando se calló, él estuvo mirando el retrato, que<br />

parecía sobresalir del marco bajo esa potente luz, incapaz de<br />

apartar los ojos. Hasta se olvidó de dónde estaba y, sin prestar<br />

atención a lo que decían, siguió contemplando ese retrato<br />

excepcional. No era una pintura, sino una encantadora mujer<br />

viva de negros cabellos rizados, hombros y brazos desnudos<br />

y labios sombreados de delicado vello, plegados en una leve<br />

sonrisa pensativa, que le miraba con expresión tierna y triunfal,<br />

llenándolo de turbación. Era demasiado bella para ser real: sólo<br />

por eso acababa uno convenciéndose de que no era una mujer<br />

de carne y hueso.../<br />

Anna Karénina<br />

/... Another lamp with a reflector was hanging on the wall,<br />

lighting up a big full-length portrait of a woman, which Levin<br />

could not help looking at. It was the portrait of Anna, painted<br />

in Italy by Mihailov. While Stepan Arkadyevitch went behind<br />

the treillage, and the man’s voice which had been speaking<br />

paused, Levin gazed at the portrait, which stood out from the<br />

frame in the brilliant light thrown on it, and he could not tear<br />

himself away from it. He positively forgot where he was, and<br />

not even hearing what was said, he could not take his eyes<br />

off the marvelous portrait. It was not a picture, but a living,<br />

charming woman, with black curling hair, with bare arms and<br />

shoulders, with a pensive smile on the lips, covered with soft<br />

down; triumphantly and softly she looked at him with eyes that<br />

baffled him. She was not living only because she was more<br />

beautiful than a living woman can be.../

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