Nikolai Petrovich turned around quickly and, advancing toward a tall man in a long, loose garment with tassels who had just climbed out of the coach, warmly shook his bare, ruddy hand, which hadn't been immediately extended.
Bizkor jiratu zen Nikolai Petrovitx, eta, borlekiko soingaineko luze eta zabal batez jantzirik tarantasetik jaitsi berria zen gizon garai batengana hurbildurik, gogor estutu zion esku biluzi ederra, nahiz eta hark ez zion behingoan luzatu.