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Chichikov
stood
rooted
to
the
spot
,
like
a
man
who
,
after
issuing
into
the
street
for
a
pleasant
walk
,
has
suddenly
come
to
a
halt
on
remembering
that
something
has
been
left
behind
him
.
In
a
moment
,
as
he
struggles
to
recall
what
that
something
is
,
the
mien
of
careless
expectancy
disappears
from
his
face
,
and
he
no
longer
sees
a
single
person
or
a
single
object
in
his
vicinity
.
In
the
same
way
did
Chichikov
suddenly
become
oblivious
to
the
scene
around
him
.
Yet
all
the
while
the
melodious
tongues
of
ladies
were
plying
him
with
multitudinous
hints
and
questions
--
hints
and
questions
inspired
with
a
desire
to
captivate
.
"
Might
we
poor
cumberers
of
the
ground
make
so
bold
as
to
ask
you
what
you
are
thinking
of
?
"
"
Pray
tell
us
where
lie
the
happy
regions
in
which
your
thoughts
are
wandering
?
"
"
Might
we
be
informed
of
the
name
of
her
who
has
plunged
you
into
this
sweet
abandonment
of
meditation
?
"
--
such
were
the
phrases
thrown
at
him
.
But
to
everything
he
turned
a
dead
ear
,
and
the
phrases
in
question
might
as
well
have
been
stones
dropped
into
a
pool
.
Indeed
,
his
rudeness
soon
reached
the
pitch
of
his
walking
away
altogether
,
in
order
that
he
might
go
and
reconnoitre
wither
the
Governor
's
wife
and
daughter
had
retreated
.
But
the
ladies
were
not
going
to
let
him
off
so
easily
.
Every
one
of
them
had
made
up
her
mind
to
use
upon
him
her
every
weapon
,
and
to
exhibit
whatsoever
might
chance
to
constitute
her
best
point
.
Yet
the
ladies
'
wiles
proved
useless
,
for
Chichikov
paid
not
the
smallest
attention
to
them
,
even
when
the
dancing
had
begun
,
but
kept
raising
himself
on
tiptoe
to
peer
over
people
's
heads
and
ascertain
in
which
direction
the
bewitching
maiden
with
the
golden
hair
had
gone
.
Also
,
when
seated
,
he
continued
to
peep
between
his
neighbours
'
backs
and
shoulders
,
until
at
last
he
discovered
her
sitting
beside
her
mother
,
who
was
wearing
a
sort
of
Oriental
turban
and
feather
.
Upon
that
one
would
have
thought
that
his
purpose
was
to
carry
the
position
by
storm
;
for
,
whether
moved
by
the
influence
of
spring
,
or
whether
moved
by
a
push
from
behind
,
he
pressed
forward
with
such
desperate
resolution
that
his
elbow
caused
the
Commissioner
of
Taxes
to
stagger
on
his
feet
,
and
would
have
caused
him
to
lose
his
balance
altogether
but
for
the
supporting
row
of
guests
in
the
rear
.
Likewise
the
Postmaster
was
made
to
give
ground
;
whereupon
he
turned
and
eyed
Chichikov
with
mingled
astonishment
and
subtle
irony
.
But
Chichikov
never
even
noticed
him
;
he
saw
in
the
distance
only
the
golden-haired
beauty
.
At
that
moment
she
was
drawing
on
a
long
glove
and
,
doubtless
,
pining
to
be
flying
over
the
dancing-floor
,
where
,
with
clicking
heels
,
four
couples
had
now
begun
to
thread
the
mazes
of
the
mazurka
.
In
particular
was
a
military
staff-captain
working
body
and
soul
and
arms
and
legs
to
compass
such
a
series
of
steps
as
were
never
before
performed
,
even
in
a
dream
.
However
,
Chichikov
slipped
past
the
mazurka
dancers
,
and
,
almost
treading
on
their
heels
,
made
his
way
towards
the
spot
where
Madame
and
her
daughter
were
seated
.
Yet
he
approached
them
with
great
diffidence
and
none
of
his
late
mincing
and
prancing
.
Nay
,
he
even
faltered
as
he
walked
;
his
every
movement
had
about
it
an
air
of
awkwardness
.
It
is
difficult
to
say
whether
or
not
the
feeling
which
had
awakened
in
our
hero
's
breast
was
the
feeling
of
love
;
for
it
is
problematical
whether
or
not
men
who
are
neither
stout
nor
thin
are
capable
of
any
such
sentiment
.
Nevertheless
,
something
strange
,
something
which
he
could
not
altogether
explain
,
had
come
upon
him
.
It
seemed
as
though
the
ball
,
with
its
talk
and
its
clatter
,
had
suddenly
become
a
thing
remote
--
that
the
orchestra
had
withdrawn
behind
a
hill
,
and
the
scene
grown
misty
,
like
the
carelessly
painted-in
background
of
a
picture
.
And
from
that
misty
void
there
could
be
seen
glimmering
only
the
delicate
outlines
of
the
bewitching
maiden
.
Somehow
her
exquisite
shape
reminded
him
of
an
ivory
toy
,
in
such
fair
,
white
,
transparent
relief
did
it
stand
out
against
the
dull
blur
of
the
surrounding
throng
.
Herein
we
see
a
phenomenon
not
infrequently
observed
--
the
phenomenon
of
the
Chichikovs
of
this
world
becoming
temporarily
poets
.
At
all
events
,
for
a
moment
or
two
our
Chichikov
felt
that
he
was
a
young
man
again
,
if
not
exactly
a
military
officer
.
On
perceiving
an
empty
chair
beside
the
mother
and
daughter
,
he
hastened
to
occupy
it
,
and
though
conversation
at
first
hung
fire
,
things
gradually
improved
,
and
he
acquired
more
confidence
.
At
this
point
I
must
reluctantly
deviate
to
say
that
men
of
weight
and
high
office
are
always
a
trifle
ponderous
when
conversing
with
ladies
.
Young
lieutenants
--
or
,
at
all
events
,
officers
not
above
the
rank
of
captain
--
are
far
more
successful
at
the
game
.
How
they
contrive
to
be
so
God
only
knows
.
Let
them
but
make
the
most
inane
of
remarks
,
and
at
once
the
maiden
by
their
side
will
be
rocking
with
laughter
;
whereas
,
should
a
State
Councillor
enter
into
conversation
with
a
damsel
,
and
remark
that
the
Russian
Empire
is
one
of
vast
extent
,
or
utter
a
compliment
which
he
has
elaborated
not
without
a
certain
measure
of
intelligence
(
however
strongly
the
said
compliment
may
smack
of
a
book
)
,
of
a
surety
the
thing
will
fall
flat
.
Even
a
witticism
from
him
will
be
laughed
at
far
more
by
him
himself
than
it
will
by
the
lady
who
may
happen
to
be
listening
to
his
remarks
.
These
comments
I
have
interposed
for
the
purpose
of
explaining
to
the
reader
why
,
as
our
hero
conversed
,
the
maiden
began
to
yawn
.
Blind
to
this
,
however
,
he
continued
to
relate
to
her
sundry
adventures
which
had
befallen
him
in
different
parts
of
the
world
.
Meanwhile
(
as
need
hardly
be
said
)
the
rest
of
the
ladies
had
taken
umbrage
at
his
behaviour
.
One
of
them
purposely
stalked
past
him
to
intimate
to
him
the
fact
,
as
well
as
to
jostle
the
Governor
's
daughter
,
and
let
the
flying
end
of
a
scarf
flick
her
face
;
while
from
a
lady
seated
behind
the
pair
came
both
a
whiff
of
violets
and
a
very
venomous
and
sarcastic
remark
.
Nevertheless
,
either
he
did
not
hear
the
remark
or
he
PRETENDED
not
to
hear
it
.
This
was
unwise
of
him
,
since
it
never
does
to
disregard
ladies
'
opinions
.
Later
--
but
too
late
--
he
was
destined
to
learn
this
to
his
cost
.
In
short
,
dissatisfaction
began
to
display
itself
on
every
feminine
face
.
