"He's not a very free sort of a fellow," said Yakov to the girl. "He's not a pair to me, sinner that I am. He's a quiet fellow."
"You needn't feel constrained with us. We are simple people," said Olga.
She was taller than Yevsey by an entire head, and her size was heightened by her luxuriant glossy hair, which she wore combed high. Her grey-blue eyes smiled serenely in a pale oval face.
The expression of the man in the sleeveless jacket was intelligent and kind. His eyes were screwed up and his ears large. His motions were slow. In walking he moved his apparently powerful body with a peculiar sort of unconcern.
"Are we going to wander about here long, like unrepentant sinners?" he asked in a soft bass.
"What else should we do?" asked Yakov.
"Let's sit down somewhere."
Olga bent her head to look into Klimkov's face.
"Have you ever been here before?"
"No. This is the first time."