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Upon
that
one
of
the
toilers
in
the
service
of
Themis
--
a
zealot
who
had
offered
her
such
heartfelt
sacrifice
that
his
coat
had
burst
at
the
elbows
and
lacked
a
lining
--
escorted
our
friends
(
even
as
Virgil
had
once
escorted
Dante
)
to
the
apartment
of
the
Presence
.
In
this
sanctum
were
some
massive
armchairs
,
a
table
laden
with
two
or
three
fat
books
,
and
a
large
looking-glass
.
Lastly
,
in
(
apparently
)
sunlike
isolation
,
there
was
seated
at
the
table
the
President
.
On
arriving
at
the
door
of
the
apartment
,
our
modern
Virgil
seemed
to
have
become
so
overwhelmed
with
awe
that
,
without
daring
even
to
intrude
a
foot
,
he
turned
back
,
and
,
in
so
doing
,
once
more
exhibited
a
back
as
shiny
as
a
mat
,
and
having
adhering
to
it
,
in
one
spot
,
a
chicken
's
feather
.
As
soon
as
the
two
friends
had
entered
the
hall
of
the
Presence
they
perceived
that
the
President
was
NOT
alone
,
but
,
on
the
contrary
,
had
seated
by
his
side
Sobakevitch
,
whose
form
had
hitherto
been
concealed
by
the
intervening
mirror
.
The
newcomers
'
entry
evoked
sundry
exclamations
and
the
pushing
back
of
a
pair
of
Government
chairs
as
the
voluminous-sleeved
Sobakevitch
rose
into
view
from
behind
the
looking-glass
.
Chichikov
the
President
received
with
an
embrace
,
and
for
a
while
the
hall
of
the
Presence
resounded
with
osculatory
salutations
as
mutually
the
pair
inquired
after
one
another
's
health
.
It
seemed
that
both
had
lately
had
a
touch
of
that
pain
under
the
waistband
which
comes
of
a
sedentary
life
.
Also
,
it
seemed
that
the
President
had
just
been
conversing
with
Sobakevitch
on
the
subject
of
sales
of
souls
,
since
he
now
proceeded
to
congratulate
Chichikov
on
the
same
--
a
proceeding
which
rather
embarrassed
our
hero
,
seeing
that
Manilov
and
Sobakevitch
,
two
of
the
vendors
,
and
persons
with
whom
he
had
bargained
in
the
strictest
privacy
,
were
now
confronting
one
another
direct
.
However
,
Chichikov
duly
thanked
the
President
,
and
then
,
turning
to
Sobakevitch
,
inquired
after
HIS
health
.
"
Thank
God
,
I
have
nothing
to
complain
of
,
"
replied
Sobakevitch
:
which
was
true
enough
,
seeing
that
a
piece
of
iron
would
have
caught
cold
and
taken
to
sneezing
sooner
than
would
that
uncouthly
fashioned
landowner
.
"
Ah
,
yes
;
you
have
always
had
good
health
,
have
you
not
?
"
put
in
the
President
.
"
Your
late
father
was
equally
strong
.
"
"
Yes
,
he
even
went
out
bear
hunting
alone
,
"
replied
Sobakevitch
.
"
I
should
think
that
you
too
could
worst
a
bear
if
you
were
to
try
a
tussle
with
him
,
"
rejoined
the
President
.
"
Oh
no
,
"
said
Sobakevitch
.
"
My
father
was
a
stronger
man
than
I
am
.
"
Then
with
a
sigh
the
speaker
added
:
"
But
nowadays
there
are
no
such
men
as
he
.
What
is
even
a
life
like
mine
worth
?
"
"
Then
you
do
not
have
a
comfortable
time
of
it
?
"
exclaimed
the
President
.
"
No
;
far
from
it
,
"
rejoined
Sobakevitch
,
shaking
his
head
.
"
Judge
for
yourself
,
Ivan
Grigorievitch
.
I
am
fifty
years
old
,
yet
never
in
my
life
had
been
ill
,
except
for
an
occasional
carbuncle
or
boil
.
That
is
not
a
good
sign
.
Sooner
or
later
I
shall
have
to
pay
for
it
.
"
And
he
relapsed
into
melancholy
.
