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"
That
is
so
,
"
replied
Chichikov
.
"
Excellent
business
!
Yes
,
excellent
business
!
"
"
I
,
too
,
conceive
that
I
could
not
well
have
done
better
.
The
truth
is
that
never
until
a
man
has
driven
home
the
piles
of
his
life
's
structure
upon
a
lasting
bottom
,
instead
of
upon
the
wayward
chimeras
of
youth
,
will
his
aims
in
life
assume
a
definite
end
.
"
And
,
that
said
,
Chichikov
went
on
to
deliver
himself
of
a
very
telling
indictment
of
Liberalism
and
our
modern
young
men
.
Yet
in
his
words
there
seemed
to
lurk
a
certain
lack
of
conviction
.
Somehow
he
seemed
secretly
to
be
saying
to
himself
,
"
My
good
sir
,
you
are
talking
the
most
absolute
rubbish
,
and
nothing
but
rubbish
.
"
Nor
did
he
even
throw
a
glance
at
Sobakevitch
and
Manilov
.
It
was
as
though
he
were
uncertain
what
he
might
not
encounter
in
their
expression
.
Yet
he
need
not
have
been
afraid
.
Never
once
did
Sobakevitch
's
face
move
a
muscle
,
and
,
as
for
Manilov
,
he
was
too
much
under
the
spell
of
Chichikov
's
eloquence
to
do
aught
beyond
nod
his
approval
at
intervals
,
and
strike
the
kind
of
attitude
which
is
assumed
by
lovers
of
music
when
a
lady
singer
has
,
in
rivalry
of
an
accompanying
violin
,
produced
a
note
whereof
the
shrillness
would
exceed
even
the
capacity
of
a
bird
's
throstle
.
"
But
why
not
tell
Ivan
Grigorievitch
precisely
what
you
have
bought
?
"
inquired
Sobakevitch
of
Chichikov
.
"
And
why
,
Ivan
Grigorievitch
,
do
YOU
not
ask
Monsieur
Chichikov
precisely
what
his
purchases
have
consisted
of
?
What
a
splendid
lot
of
serfs
,
to
be
sure
!
I
myself
have
sold
him
my
wheelwright
,
Michiev
.
"
"
What
?
You
have
sold
him
Michiev
?
"
exclaimed
the
President
.
"
I
know
the
man
well
.
He
is
a
splendid
craftsman
,
and
,
on
one
occasion
,
made
me
a
drozhki
32
.
Only
,
only
--
well
,
lately
did
n't
you
tell
me
that
he
is
dead
?
"
"
That
Michiev
is
dead
?
"
re-echoed
Sobakevitch
,
coming
perilously
near
to
laughing
.
"
Oh
dear
no
!
That
was
his
brother
.
Michiev
himself
is
very
much
alive
,
and
in
even
better
health
than
he
used
to
be
.
Any
day
he
could
knock
you
up
a
britchka
such
as
you
could
not
procure
even
in
Moscow
.
However
,
he
is
now
bound
to
work
for
only
one
master
.
"
"
Indeed
a
splendid
craftsman
!
"
repeated
the
President
.
"
My
only
wonder
is
that
you
can
have
brought
yourself
to
part
with
him
.
"
"
Then
think
you
that
Michiev
is
the
ONLY
serf
with
whom
I
have
parted
?
Nay
,
for
I
have
parted
also
with
Probka
Stepan
,
my
carpenter
,
with
Milushkin
,
my
bricklayer
,
and
with
Teliatnikov
,
my
bootmaker
.
Yes
,
the
whole
lot
I
have
sold
.
"
