Either their hands are so constructed or else our noses are good for nothing else.

And notwithstanding the fact that Ivan Nikiforovitch's nose somewhat resembled a plum, she grasped that nose and led him about after her like a dog.

He even, in her presence, involuntarily altered his ordinary manner of life.
Agafya Fedosyevna wore a cap on her head, and a coffee-coloured cloak with yellow flowers and had three warts on her nose.

Her figure was like a cask, and it would have been as hard to tell where to look for her waist as for her to see her nose without a mirror.

Her feet were small and shaped like two cushions.