Let the overgrown boy of twelve, reverently drawing his letters in the baby class, testify to the noble dreams and high ideals that may be hidden beneath the greasy caftan of the immigrant.
"The Promised Land"
Mary Antin
The host received us near the entrance, holding a lantern beneath the skirt of his caftan, and led us into a room, small but prettily clean, lit by a loutchina.
"The Daughter of the Commandant"
Alexksandr Sergeevich Pushkin
"How could I not be cold," answered he, "in a little caftan all holes?
"The Daughter of the Commandant"
Alexksandr Sergeevich Pushkin