Levin's coachman in his by no means new coat, and a hat something like a post-boy's, with his horses that did not match and the old calèche with mended mud-guards, drove up gloomily but resolutely to the covered, sand-strewn portico.
Con su caftán ya viejo, su gorra parecida a las de los cocheros de alquiler, sobre los desaparejados caballos enganchados al landolé de aletas remendadas, con aire sombrío, llegó Filip de mañana, a la entrada, cubierta de arena, de la casa de los Vronsky.