Let me see how you've grown up.

Will you not have a glass of tea with me ?" "I wouldn't mind." "Waiter!" cried the old man, expanding his chest, and, taking his beard in his hand, he began to examine Foma in silence.

Foma also looked at him stealthily.
The old man's lofty forehead was all covered with wrinkles, and its skin was dark.

Gray, curly locks covered his temples and his sharp-pointed ears; his calm blue eyes lent the upper part of his face a wise and good expression.

But his cheeks and his lips were thick and red, and seemed out of place on his face.