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Just
such
a
phenomenon
may
be
witnessed
when
,
for
a
brief
moment
,
a
drowning
man
makes
a
last
re-appearance
on
the
surface
of
a
river
,
and
there
rises
from
the
crowd
lining
the
banks
a
cry
of
hope
that
even
yet
the
exhausted
hands
may
clutch
the
rope
which
has
been
thrown
him
--
may
clutch
it
before
the
surface
of
the
unstable
element
shall
have
resumed
for
ever
its
calm
,
dread
vacuity
.
But
the
hope
is
short-lived
,
and
the
hands
disappear
.
Even
so
did
Plushkin
's
face
,
after
its
momentary
manifestation
of
feeling
,
become
meaner
and
more
insensible
than
ever
.
"
There
used
to
be
a
sheet
of
clean
writing
paper
lying
on
the
table
,
"
he
went
on
.
"
But
where
it
is
now
I
can
not
think
.
That
comes
of
my
servants
being
such
rascals
.
"
With
that
he
fell
to
looking
also
under
the
table
,
as
well
as
to
hurrying
about
with
cries
of
"
Mavra
,
Mavra
!
"
At
length
the
call
was
answered
by
a
woman
with
a
plateful
of
the
sugar
of
which
mention
has
been
made
;
whereupon
there
ensued
the
following
conversation
.
"
What
have
you
done
with
my
piece
of
writing
paper
,
you
pilferer
?
"
"
I
swear
that
I
have
seen
no
paper
except
the
bit
with
which
you
covered
the
glass
.
"
"
Your
very
face
tells
me
that
you
have
made
off
with
it
.
"
"
Why
should
I
make
off
with
it
?
'
Twould
be
of
no
use
to
me
,
for
I
can
neither
read
nor
write
.
"
"
You
lie
!
You
have
taken
it
away
for
the
sexton
to
scribble
upon
.
"
"
Well
,
if
the
sexton
wanted
paper
he
could
get
some
for
himself
.
Neither
he
nor
I
have
set
eyes
upon
your
piece
.
"
"
Ah
!
Wait
a
bit
,
for
on
the
Judgment
Day
you
will
be
roasted
by
devils
on
iron
spits
.
