The good-natured Turovtsyn clearly felt quite out of it, and the smile on his thick lips, with which he met Oblonsky said as clearly as words, 'Well, my friend, you have planted me among the clever ones!
Il buon Turovcyn, si vedeva, non si sentiva a suo agio, e il sorriso delle grosse labbra col quale accolse Stepan Arkad’ic, diceva chiaramente: “Ehi, amico, mi hai piantato qui con gli intelligentoni!