He was even thinner than three years before, when Konstantin Levin had seen him last.
He was wearing a short coat, and his hands and big bones seemed huger than ever.
His hair had grown thinner, the same straight mustaches hid his lips, the same eyes gazed strangely and naively at his visitor.
"Ah, Kostya!" he exclaimed suddenly, recognizing his brother, and his eyes lit up with joy.