Я ненавидел резкий, несомневающийся в себе звук его голоса, обожание собственных своих острот, которые у него выходили ужасно глупы, хотя он был и смел на язык; я ненавидел его красивое, но глупенькое лицо (на которое я бы, впрочем, променял с охотою свое умное) и развязно-офицерские приемы сороковых годов.
I hated the abrupt self-confident tone of his voice, his admiration of his own witticisms, which were often frightfully stupid, though he was bold in his language; I hated his handsome, but stupid face (for which I would, however, have gladly exchanged my intelligent one), and the free-and-easy military manners in fashion in the "'forties."