Никто бы на месте Степана Аркадьича, имея дело с таким отчаянием, не позволил себе улыбнуться (улыбка показалась бы грубой), но в его улыбке было так много доброты и почти женской нежности, что улыбка его не оскорбляла, а смягчала и успокоивала.
No one else in Stepan Arkadyevitch's place, having to do with such despair, would have ventured to smile (the smile would have seemed brutal); but in his smile there was so much of sweetness and almost feminine tenderness that his smile did not wound, but softened and soothed.