Dolokhov was of medium height,
with curly hair and light-blue eyes.
He was about twenty-five.
Like all infantry officers he wore no mustache,
so that his mouth,
the most striking feature of his face,
was clearly seen.
The lines of that mouth were remarkably finely curved.
The middle of the upper lip formed
a sharp wedge and closed firmly on the firm lower one,
and something like two distinct smiles
played continually round the two corners of the mouth;
this, together with the resolute,
insolent intelligence of his eyes,
produced an effect which made it impossible
not to notice his face.
Dolokhov was a man of small means and no connections.
Yet, though Anatole spent tens of thousands of rubles,
Dolokhov lived with him and
had placed himself on such a footing
that all who knew them,
including Anatole himself,
respected him more than they did Anatole.
Dolokhov could play all games and nearly always won.
However much he drank,
he never lost his clearheadedness.
Both Kuragin and Dolokhov were at 
that time notorious among the rakes
and scapegraces of Petersburg.
The bottle of rum was brought.
The window frame which prevented
anyone from sitting on the outer sill
was being forced out by two footmen,
who were evidently flurried and intimidated
by the directions and shouts of the gentlemen around.