The sun went down on the other side of the house, and its slanting evening rays shone through the open window into the room and onto part of the morocco cushion Princess Marya was looking at. The flow of her thoughts suddenly stopped. She unconsciously sat up, smoothed her hair, rose, and went to the window, involuntarily breathing in the coolness of the clear but breezy evening.
"Yes, it's easy for you to admire the evening now! He's gone, and nobody will hinder you," she said to herself and, sinking onto a chair, let her head drop to the windowsill.
Someone called her name in a tender and soft voice from the garden side and kissed her on the head. She glanced up.
--p 723 in P/V
Lynn Waskelisfrom page 151-152, Volume 2 of original text
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 721-723