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"
Well
,
good-bye
,
"
said
Rogojin
.
"
I
'm
off
tomorrow
too
,
you
know
Remember
me
kindly
!
By-the-by
,
"
he
added
,
turning
round
sharply
again
,
"
did
you
answer
her
question
just
now
?
Are
you
happy
,
or
not
?
"
"
No
,
no
,
no
!
"
cried
the
prince
,
with
unspeakable
sadness
.
"
Ha
,
ha
!
I
never
supposed
you
would
say
'
yes
,
"'
cried
Rogojin
,
laughing
sardonically
.
And
he
disappeared
,
without
looking
round
again
.
A
week
had
elapsed
since
the
rendezvous
of
our
two
friends
on
the
green
bench
in
the
park
,
when
,
one
fine
morning
at
about
half-past
ten
o'clock
,
Varvara
Ardalionovna
,
otherwise
Mrs.
Ptitsin
,
who
had
been
out
to
visit
a
friend
,
returned
home
in
a
state
of
considerable
mental
depression
.
There
are
certain
people
of
whom
it
is
difficult
to
say
anything
which
will
at
once
throw
them
into
relief
--
in
other
words
,
describe
them
graphically
in
their
typical
characteristics
.
These
are
they
who
are
generally
known
as
"
commonplace
people
,
"
and
this
class
comprises
,
of
course
,
the
immense
majority
of
mankind
.
Authors
,
as
a
rule
,
attempt
to
select
and
portray
types
rarely
met
with
in
their
entirety
,
but
these
types
are
nevertheless
more
real
than
real
life
itself
.
"
Podkoleosin
"
[
A
character
in
Gogol
's
comedy
,
The
Wedding
.
]
was
perhaps
an
exaggeration
,
but
he
was
by
no
means
a
non-existent
character
;
on
the
contrary
,
how
many
intelligent
people
,
after
hearing
of
this
Podkoleosin
from
Gogol
,
immediately
began
to
find
that
scores
of
their
friends
were
exactly
like
him
!
They
knew
,
perhaps
,
before
Gogol
told
them
,
that
their
friends
were
like
Podkoleosin
,
but
they
did
not
know
what
name
to
give
them
.
In
real
life
,
young
fellows
seldom
jump
out
of
the
window
just
before
their
weddings
,
because
such
a
feat
,
not
to
speak
of
its
other
aspects
,
must
be
a
decidedly
unpleasant
mode
of
escape
;
and
yet
there
are
plenty
of
bridegrooms
,
intelligent
fellows
too
,
who
would
be
ready
to
confess
themselves
Podkoleosins
in
the
depths
of
their
consciousness
,
just
before
marriage
.
Nor
does
every
husband
feel
bound
to
repeat
at
every
step
,
"
Tu
l'as
voulu
,
Georges
Dandin
!
"
like
another
typical
personage
;
and
yet
how
many
millions
and
billions
of
Georges
Dandins
there
are
in
real
life
who
feel
inclined
to
utter
this
soul-drawn
cry
after
their
honeymoon
,
if
not
the
day
after
the
wedding
!
Therefore
,
without
entering
into
any
more
serious
examination
of
the
question
,
I
will
content
myself
with
remarking
that
in
real
life
typical
characters
are
"
watered
down
,
"
so
to
speak
;
and
all
these
Dandins
and
Podkoleosins
actually
exist
among
us
every
day
,
but
in
a
diluted
form
.
I
will
just
add
,
however
,
that
Georges
Dandin
might
have
existed
exactly
as
Molière
presented
him
,
and
probably
does
exist
now
and
then
,
though
rarely
;
and
so
I
will
end
this
scientific
examination
,
which
is
beginning
to
look
like
a
newspaper
criticism
.
But
for
all
this
,
the
question
remains
,
--
what
are
the
novelists
to
do
with
commonplace
people
,
and
how
are
they
to
be
presented
to
the
reader
in
such
a
form
as
to
be
in
the
least
degree
interesting
?
They
can
not
be
left
out
altogether
,
for
commonplace
people
meet
one
at
every
turn
of
life
,
and
to
leave
them
out
would
be
to
destroy
the
whole
reality
and
probability
of
the
story
.
To
fill
a
novel
with
typical
characters
only
,
or
with
merely
strange
and
uncommon
people
,
would
render
the
book
unreal
and
improbable
,
and
would
very
likely
destroy
the
interest
.
In
my
opinion
,
the
duty
of
the
novelist
is
to
seek
out
points
of
interest
and
instruction
even
in
the
characters
of
commonplace
people
.
For
instance
,
when
the
whole
essence
of
an
ordinary
person
's
nature
lies
in
his
perpetual
and
unchangeable
commonplaceness
;
and
when
in
spite
of
all
his
endeavours
to
do
something
out
of
the
common
,
this
person
ends
,
eventually
,
by
remaining
in
his
unbroken
line
of
routine
--
.
I
think
such
an
individual
really
does
become
a
type
of
his
own
--
a
type
of
commonplaceness
which
will
not
for
the
world
,
if
it
can
help
it
,
be
contented
,
but
strains
and
yearns
to
be
something
original
and
independent
,
without
the
slightest
possibility
of
being
so
.
To
this
class
of
commonplace
people
belong
several
characters
in
this
novel
;
--
characters
which
--
I
admit
--
I
have
not
drawn
very
vividly
up
to
now
for
my
reader
's
benefit
.
