Levin did not take any vodka, simply because that Frenchwoman – made up, as it seemed to him, of false hair, powder, and toilet vinegar – was offensive to him. He moved away from her as from some dirty place. His whole soul was filled with Kitty's image, and his eyes shone with a smile of triumph and happiness. 'This way, please your Excellency! This way – no one will disturb your Excellency here,' said a specially officious waiter, an old white-headed Tartar, so wide in the hips that the tails of his coat separated behind.
-- Сюда, ваше сиятельство, пожалуйте, здесь не обеспокоят, ваше сиятельство, -- говорил особенно липнувший старый белесый татарин с широким тазом и расходившимися над ним фалдами фрака. -- Пожалуйте, ваше сиятельство, -- говорил он Левину, в знак почтения к Степану Аркадьичу ухаживая и за его гостем.