U yo’g’on, chorpaxil gavdali, dakkam-dukkam qizg’ish mo’ylabli; keng, qoramtir yuzining yonoqlari bo’rtgan; qisiq ko’zlari ayyorcha beqaror; kunlar isib ketgan bo’lsa ham, uning egnida qo’pol eski po’stin, boshida qunduzi qalin katta bo’rk…

The persons still in the tavern were a man who appeared to be an artisan, drunk, but not extremely so, sitting before a pot of beer, and his companion, a huge, stout man with a grey beard, in a short full-skirted coat.