I know that I looked upon our new additions with disfavour.
There, at any rate, Dr.Nikitin and little Andrey Vassilievitch were, and a strange contrast they made.

Nikitin's size would have compelled attention anywhere, even in Russia, which is, of course, a country of big men.

It was not only that he was tall and broad; the carriage of his head, the deep blackness of his beard, his eyebrows, his eyes, the sure independence with which he held himself, as though he were indifferent to the whole world (and that I know that he was), must anywhere have made him remarked and remembered.

He looked now immensely fine in his uniform, which admirably suited him.

He stood, without his greatcoat, his hand on his sword, his eyes half-closed as though he were almost asleep, and a faint half-smile on his face as though he were amused at his thoughts.