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"'
How
do
you
know
that
?
'
he
asked
in
amazement
.
"'
Oh
,
it
was
evident
at
the
first
glance
,
'
I
said
ironically
,
but
not
intentionally
so
.
'
There
are
lots
of
people
who
come
up
from
the
provinces
full
of
hope
,
and
run
about
town
,
and
have
to
live
as
best
they
can
.
'
"
He
began
to
talk
at
once
excitedly
and
with
trembling
lips
;
he
began
complaining
and
telling
me
his
story
.
He
interested
me
,
I
confess
;
I
sat
there
nearly
an
hour
.
His
story
was
a
very
ordinary
one
.
He
had
been
a
provincial
doctor
;
he
had
a
civil
appointment
,
and
had
no
sooner
taken
it
up
than
intrigues
began
.
Even
his
wife
was
dragged
into
these
.
He
was
proud
,
and
flew
into
a
passion
;
there
was
a
change
of
local
government
which
acted
in
favour
of
his
opponents
;
his
position
was
undermined
,
complaints
were
made
against
him
;
he
lost
his
post
and
came
up
to
Petersburg
with
his
last
remaining
money
,
in
order
to
appeal
to
higher
authorities
.
Of
course
nobody
would
listen
to
him
for
a
long
time
;
he
would
come
and
tell
his
story
one
day
and
be
refused
promptly
;
another
day
he
would
be
fed
on
false
promises
;
again
he
would
be
treated
harshly
;
then
he
would
be
told
to
sign
some
documents
;
then
he
would
sign
the
paper
and
hand
it
in
,
and
they
would
refuse
to
receive
it
,
and
tell
him
to
file
a
formal
petition
.
In
a
word
he
had
been
driven
about
from
office
to
office
for
five
months
and
had
spent
every
farthing
he
had
;
his
wife
's
last
rags
had
just
been
pawned
;
and
meanwhile
a
child
had
been
born
to
them
and
--
and
today
I
have
a
final
refusal
to
my
petition
,
and
I
have
hardly
a
crumb
of
bread
left
--
I
have
nothing
left
;
my
wife
has
had
a
baby
lately
--
and
I
--
I
--
'
"
He
sprang
up
from
his
chair
and
turned
away
.
His
wife
was
crying
in
the
corner
;
the
child
had
begun
to
moan
again
.
I
pulled
out
my
note-book
and
began
writing
in
it
.
When
I
had
finished
and
rose
from
my
chair
he
was
standing
before
me
with
an
expression
of
alarmed
curiosity
.
"'
I
have
jotted
down
your
name
,
'
I
told
him
,
'
and
all
the
rest
of
it
--
the
place
you
served
at
,
the
district
,
the
date
,
and
all
.
I
have
a
friend
,
Bachmatoff
,
whose
uncle
is
a
councillor
of
state
and
has
to
do
with
these
matters
,
one
Peter
Matveyevitch
Bachmatoff
.
'
"'
Peter
Matveyevitch
Bachmatoff
!
'
he
cried
,
trembling
all
over
with
excitement
.
'
Why
,
nearly
everything
depends
on
that
very
man
!
'
"
It
is
very
curious
,
this
story
of
the
medical
man
,
and
my
visit
,
and
the
happy
termination
to
which
I
contributed
by
accident
!
Everything
fitted
in
,
as
in
a
novel
.
I
told
the
poor
people
not
to
put
much
hope
in
me
,
because
I
was
but
a
poor
schoolboy
myself
--
(
I
am
not
really
,
but
I
humiliated
myself
as
much
as
possible
in
order
to
make
them
less
hopeful
)
--
but
that
I
would
go
at
once
to
the
Vassili
Ostroff
and
see
my
friend
;
and
that
as
I
knew
for
certain
that
his
uncle
adored
him
,
and
was
absolutely
devoted
to
him
as
the
last
hope
and
branch
of
the
family
,
perhaps
the
old
man
might
do
something
to
oblige
his
nephew
.
"'
If
only
they
would
allow
me
to
explain
all
to
his
excellency
!
If
I
could
but
be
permitted
to
tell
my
tale
to
him
!
"
he
cried
,
trembling
with
feverish
agitation
,
and
his
eyes
flashing
with
excitement
.
I
repeated
once
more
that
I
could
not
hold
out
much
hope
--
that
it
would
probably
end
in
smoke
,
and
if
I
did
not
turn
up
next
morning
they
must
make
up
their
minds
that
there
was
no
more
to
be
done
in
the
matter
.
