“At this our hero could not help but step back and stare at him intently. He happened to have seen many people of every kind, even such as the reader and I will perhaps never have occasion to see: but he had never yet set eyes on anyone like this one. The face was nothing special; it was almost the same as that of many gaunt old men, except that the chin jutted out so far that he had to cover it with a handkerchief to keep from slobbering it whenever he spat. His tiny little eyes had not yet dimmed, and they darted about from under his high bushy eyebrows like mice, when thrusting their sharp little snouts from their dark holes, pricking up their ears and twitching their whiskers out to see whether a cat or mischievous boy was lurking in wait somewhere, and give the air a suspicious sniff,”
Nikolay Gogol, “Dead Souls”, 1842.
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