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"
I
can
tell
you
,
"
he
cried
,
"
who
Chichikov
is
!
"
"
Who
,
then
?
"
replied
the
crowd
in
great
excitement
.
"
He
is
none
other
than
Captain
Kopeikin
.
"
"
And
who
may
Captain
Kopeikin
be
?
"
Taking
a
pinch
of
snuff
(
which
he
did
with
the
lid
of
his
snuff-box
half-open
,
lest
some
extraneous
person
should
contrive
to
insert
a
not
over-clean
finger
into
the
stuff
)
,
the
Postmaster
related
the
following
story
35
.
"
After
fighting
in
the
campaign
of
1812
,
there
was
sent
home
,
wounded
,
a
certain
Captain
Kopeikin
--
a
headstrong
,
lively
blade
who
,
whether
on
duty
or
under
arrest
,
made
things
lively
for
everybody
.
Now
,
since
at
Krasni
or
at
Leipzig
(
it
matters
not
which
)
he
had
lost
an
arm
and
a
leg
,
and
in
those
days
no
provision
was
made
for
wounded
soldiers
,
and
he
could
not
work
with
his
left
arm
alone
,
he
set
out
to
see
his
father
.
Unfortunately
his
father
could
only
just
support
himself
,
and
was
forced
to
tell
his
son
so
;
wherefore
the
Captain
decided
to
go
and
apply
for
help
in
St.
Petersburg
,
seeing
that
he
had
risked
his
life
for
his
country
,
and
had
lost
much
blood
in
its
service
.
You
can
imagine
him
arriving
in
the
capital
on
a
baggage
waggon
--
in
the
capital
which
is
like
no
other
city
in
the
world
!
Before
him
there
lay
spread
out
the
whole
field
of
life
,
like
a
sort
of
Arabian
Nights
--
a
picture
made
up
of
the
Nevski
Prospect
,
Gorokhovaia
Street
,
countless
tapering
spires
,
and
a
number
of
bridges
apparently
supported
on
nothing
--
in
fact
,
a
regular
second
Nineveh
.
Well
,
he
made
shift
to
hire
a
lodging
,
but
found
everything
so
wonderfully
furnished
with
blinds
and
Persian
carpets
and
so
forth
that
he
saw
it
would
mean
throwing
away
a
lot
of
money
.
True
,
as
one
walks
the
streets
of
St.
Petersburg
one
seems
to
smell
money
by
the
thousand
roubles
,
but
our
friend
Kopeikin
's
bank
was
limited
to
a
few
score
coppers
and
a
little
silver
--
not
enough
to
buy
a
village
with
!
At
length
,
at
the
price
of
a
rouble
a
day
,
he
obtained
a
lodging
in
the
sort
of
tavern
where
the
daily
ration
is
a
bowl
of
cabbage
soup
and
a
crust
of
bread
;
and
as
he
felt
that
he
could
not
manage
to
live
very
long
on
fare
of
that
kind
he
asked
folk
what
he
had
better
do
.
'
What
you
had
better
do
?
'
they
said
.
'
Well
the
Government
is
not
here
--
it
is
in
Paris
,
and
the
troops
have
not
yet
returned
from
the
war
;
but
there
is
a
TEMPORARY
Commission
sitting
,
and
you
had
better
go
and
see
what
IT
can
do
for
you
.
'
'
All
right
!
'
he
said
.
'
I
will
go
and
tell
the
Commission
that
I
have
shed
my
blood
,
and
sacrificed
my
life
,
for
my
country
.
'
And
he
got
up
early
one
morning
,
and
shaved
himself
with
his
left
hand
(
since
the
expense
of
a
barber
was
not
worth
while
)
,
and
set
out
,
wooden
leg
and
all
,
to
see
the
President
of
the
Commission
.
But
first
he
asked
where
the
President
lived
,
and
was
told
that
his
house
was
in
Naberezhnaia
Street
.
And
you
may
be
sure
that
it
was
no
peasant
's
hut
,
with
its
glazed
windows
and
great
mirrors
and
statues
and
lacqueys
and
brass
door
handles
!
Rather
,
it
was
the
sort
of
place
which
you
would
enter
only
after
you
had
bought
a
cheap
cake
of
soap
and
indulged
in
a
two
hours
'
wash
.
Also
,
at
the
entrance
there
was
posted
a
grand
Swiss
footman
with
a
baton
and
an
embroidered
collar
--
a
fellow
looking
like
a
fat
,
over-fed
pug
dog
.
However
,
friend
Kopeikin
managed
to
get
himself
and
his
wooden
leg
into
the
reception
room
,
and
there
squeezed
himself
away
into
a
corner
,
for
fear
lest
he
should
knock
down
the
gilded
china
with
his
elbow
.
And
he
stood
waiting
in
great
satisfaction
at
having
arrived
before
the
President
had
so
much
as
left
his
bed
and
been
served
with
his
silver
wash-basin
.
Nevertheless
,
it
was
only
when
Kopeikin
had
been
waiting
four
hours
that
a
breakfast
waiter
entered
to
say
,
'
The
President
will
soon
be
here
.
'
By
now
the
room
was
as
full
of
people
as
a
plate
is
of
beans
,
and
when
the
President
left
the
breakfast-room
he
brought
with
him
,
oh
,
such
dignity
and
refinement
,
and
such
an
air
of
the
metropolis
!
First
he
walked
up
to
one
person
,
and
then
up
to
another
,
saying
:
'
What
do
YOU
want
?
And
what
do
YOU
want
?
What
can
I
do
for
YOU
?
What
is
YOUR
business
?
'
And
at
length
he
stopped
before
Kopeikin
,
and
Kopeikin
said
to
him
:
'
I
have
shed
my
blood
,
and
lost
both
an
arm
and
a
leg
,
for
my
country
,
and
am
unable
to
work
.
Might
I
therefore
dare
to
ask
you
for
a
little
help
,
if
the
regulations
should
permit
of
it
,
or
for
a
gratuity
,
or
for
a
pension
,
or
something
of
the
kind
?
'
Then
the
President
looked
at
him
,
and
saw
that
one
of
his
legs
was
indeed
a
wooden
one
,
and
that
an
empty
right
sleeve
was
pinned
to
his
uniform
.
'
Very
well
,
'
he
said
.
'
Come
to
me
again
in
a
few
days
'
time
.
'
Upon
this
friend
Kopeikin
felt
delighted
.
'
NOW
I
have
done
my
job
!
'
he
thought
to
himself
;
and
you
may
imagine
how
gaily
he
trotted
along
the
pavement
,
and
how
he
dropped
into
a
tavern
for
a
glass
of
vodka
,
and
how
he
ordered
a
cutlet
and
some
caper
sauce
and
some
other
things
for
luncheon
,
and
how
he
called
for
a
bottle
of
wine
,
and
how
he
went
to
the
theatre
in
the
evening
!
In
short
,
he
did
himself
thoroughly
well
.
Next
,
he
saw
in
the
street
a
young
English
lady
,
as
graceful
as
a
swan
,
and
set
off
after
her
on
his
wooden
leg
.
'
But
no
,
'
he
thought
to
himself
.
'
To
the
devil
with
that
sort
of
thing
just
now
!
I
will
wait
until
I
have
drawn
my
pension
.
For
the
present
I
have
spent
enough
.
'
(
And
I
may
tell
you
that
by
now
he
had
got
through
fully
half
his
money
.
)
Two
or
three
days
later
he
went
to
see
the
President
of
the
Commission
again
.
'
I
should
be
glad
to
know
,
'
he
said
,
'
whether
by
now
you
can
do
anything
for
me
in
return
for
my
having
shed
my
blood
and
suffered
sickness
and
wounds
on
military
service
.
'
'
First
of
all
,
'
said
the
President
,
'
I
must
tell
you
that
nothing
can
be
decided
in
your
case
without
the
authority
of
the
Supreme
Government
.
Without
that
sanction
we
can
not
move
in
the
matter
.
Surely
you
see
how
things
stand
until
the
army
shall
have
returned
from
the
war
?
All
that
I
can
advise
you
to
do
is
wait
for
the
Minister
to
return
,
and
,
in
the
meanwhile
,
to
have
patience
.
Rest
assured
that
then
you
will
not
be
overlooked
.
And
if
for
the
moment
you
have
nothing
to
live
upon
,
this
is
the
best
that
I
can
do
for
you
.
'
With
that
he
handed
Kopeikin
a
trifle
until
his
case
should
have
been
decided
.
However
,
that
was
not
what
Kopeikin
wanted
.
He
had
supposed
that
he
would
be
given
a
gratuity
of
a
thousand
roubles
straight
away
;
whereas
,
instead
of
'
Drink
and
be
merry
,
'
it
was
'
Wait
,
for
the
time
is
not
yet
.
'
Thus
,
though
his
head
had
been
full
of
soup
plates
and
cutlets
and
English
girls
,
he
now
descended
the
steps
with
his
ears
and
his
tail
down
--
looking
,
in
fact
,
like
a
poodle
over
which
the
cook
has
poured
a
bucketful
of
water
.
You
see
,
St.
Petersburg
life
had
changed
him
not
a
little
since
first
he
had
got
a
taste
of
it
,
and
,
now
that
the
devil
only
knew
how
he
was
going
to
live
,
it
came
all
the
harder
to
him
that
he
should
have
no
more
sweets
to
look
forward
to
.
