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Here
I
may
remark
that
we
have
seen
how
much
thought
Chichikov
devoted
to
his
future
descendants
.
Indeed
,
had
not
there
been
constantly
recurring
to
his
mind
the
insistent
question
,
"
What
will
my
children
say
?
"
he
might
not
have
plunged
into
the
affair
so
deeply
.
Nevertheless
,
like
a
wary
cat
which
glances
hither
and
thither
to
see
whether
its
mistress
be
not
coming
before
it
can
make
off
with
whatsoever
first
falls
to
its
paw
(
butter
,
fat
,
lard
,
a
duck
,
or
anything
else
)
,
so
our
future
founder
of
a
family
continued
,
though
weeping
and
bewailing
his
lot
,
to
let
not
a
single
detail
escape
his
eye
.
That
is
to
say
,
he
retained
his
wits
ever
in
a
state
of
activity
,
and
kept
his
brain
constantly
working
.
All
that
he
required
was
a
plan
.
Once
more
he
pulled
himself
together
,
once
more
he
embarked
upon
a
life
of
toil
,
once
more
he
stinted
himself
in
everything
,
once
more
he
left
clean
and
decent
surroundings
for
a
dirty
,
mean
existence
.
In
other
words
,
until
something
better
should
turn
up
,
he
embraced
the
calling
of
an
ordinary
attorney
--
a
calling
which
,
not
then
possessed
of
a
civic
status
,
was
jostled
on
very
side
,
enjoyed
little
respect
at
the
hands
of
the
minor
legal
fry
(
or
,
indeed
,
at
its
own
)
,
and
perforce
met
with
universal
slights
and
rudeness
.
But
sheer
necessity
compelled
Chichikov
to
face
these
things
.
Among
commissions
entrusted
to
him
was
that
of
placing
in
the
hands
of
the
Public
Trustee
several
hundred
peasants
who
belonged
to
a
ruined
estate
.
The
estate
had
reached
its
parlous
condition
through
cattle
disease
,
through
rascally
bailiffs
,
through
failures
of
the
harvest
,
through
such
epidemic
diseases
that
had
killed
off
the
best
workmen
,
and
,
last
,
but
not
least
,
through
the
senseless
conduct
of
the
owner
himself
,
who
had
furnished
a
house
in
Moscow
in
the
latest
style
,
and
then
squandered
his
every
kopeck
,
so
that
nothing
was
left
for
his
further
maintenance
,
and
it
became
necessary
to
mortgage
the
remains
--
including
the
peasants
--
of
the
estate
.
In
those
days
mortgage
to
the
Treasury
was
an
innovation
looked
upon
with
reserve
,
and
,
as
attorney
in
the
matter
,
Chichikov
had
first
of
all
to
"
entertain
"
every
official
concerned
(
we
know
that
,
unless
that
be
previously
done
,
unless
a
whole
bottle
of
madeira
first
be
emptied
down
each
clerical
throat
,
not
the
smallest
legal
affair
can
be
carried
through
)
,
and
to
explain
,
for
the
barring
of
future
attachments
,
that
half
of
the
peasants
were
dead
.
"
And
are
they
entered
on
the
revision
lists
?
"
asked
the
secretary
.
"
Yes
,
"
replied
Chichikov
.
"
Then
what
are
you
boggling
at
?
"
continued
the
Secretary
.
"
Should
one
soul
die
,
another
will
be
born
,
and
in
time
grow
up
to
take
the
first
one
's
place
.
"
Upon
that
there
dawned
on
our
hero
one
of
the
most
inspired
ideas
which
ever
entered
the
human
brain
.
"
What
a
simpleton
I
am
!
"
he
thought
to
himself
.
"
Here
am
I
looking
about
for
my
mittens
when
all
the
time
I
have
got
them
tucked
into
my
belt
.
Why
,
were
I
myself
to
buy
up
a
few
souls
which
are
dead
--
to
buy
them
before
a
new
revision
list
shall
have
been
made
,
the
Council
of
Public
Trust
might
pay
me
two
hundred
roubles
apiece
for
them
,
and
I
might
find
myself
with
,
say
,
a
capital
of
two
hundred
thousand
roubles
!
The
present
moment
is
particularly
propitious
,
since
in
various
parts
of
the
country
there
has
been
an
epidemic
,
and
,
glory
be
to
God
,
a
large
number
of
souls
have
died
of
it
.
Nowadays
landowners
have
taken
to
card-playing
and
junketting
and
wasting
their
money
,
or
to
joining
the
Civil
Service
in
St.
Petersburg
;
consequently
their
estates
are
going
to
rack
and
ruin
,
and
being
managed
in
any
sort
of
fashion
,
and
succeeding
in
paying
their
dues
with
greater
difficulty
each
year
.
That
being
so
,
not
a
man
of
the
lot
but
would
gladly
surrender
to
me
his
dead
souls
rather
than
continue
paying
the
poll-tax
;
and
in
this
fashion
I
might
make
--
well
,
not
a
few
kopecks
.
Of
course
there
are
difficulties
,
and
,
to
avoid
creating
a
scandal
,
I
should
need
to
employ
plenty
of
finesse
;
but
man
was
given
his
brain
to
USE
,
not
to
neglect
.
One
good
point
about
the
scheme
is
that
it
will
seem
so
improbable
that
in
case
of
an
accident
,
no
one
in
the
world
will
believe
in
it
.
True
,
it
is
illegal
to
buy
or
mortgage
peasants
without
land
,
but
I
can
easily
pretend
to
be
buying
them
only
for
transferment
elsewhere
.
Land
is
to
be
acquired
in
the
provinces
of
Taurida
and
Kherson
almost
for
nothing
,
provided
that
one
undertakes
subsequently
to
colonise
it
;
so
to
Kherson
I
will
'
transfer
'
them
,
and
long
may
they
live
there
!
And
the
removal
of
my
dead
souls
shall
be
carried
out
in
the
strictest
legal
form
;
and
if
the
authorities
should
want
confirmation
by
testimony
,
I
shall
produce
a
letter
signed
by
my
own
superintendent
of
the
Khersonian
rural
police
--
that
is
to
say
,
by
myself
.
Lastly
,
the
supposed
village
in
Kherson
shall
be
called
Chichikovoe
--
better
still
Pavlovskoe
,
according
to
my
Christian
name
.
"
In
this
fashion
there
germinated
in
our
hero
's
brain
that
strange
scheme
for
which
the
reader
may
or
may
not
be
grateful
,
but
for
which
the
author
certainly
is
so
,
seeing
that
,
had
it
never
occurred
to
Chichikov
,
this
story
would
never
have
seen
the
light
.
After
crossing
himself
,
according
to
the
Russian
custom
,
Chichikov
set
about
carrying
out
his
enterprise
.
On
pretence
of
selecting
a
place
wherein
to
settle
,
he
started
forth
to
inspect
various
corners
of
the
Russian
Empire
,
but
more
especially
those
which
had
suffered
from
such
unfortunate
accidents
as
failures
of
the
harvest
,
a
high
rate
of
mortality
,
or
whatsoever
else
might
enable
him
to
purchase
souls
at
the
lowest
possible
rate
.
But
he
did
not
tackle
his
landowners
haphazard
:
he
rather
selected
such
of
them
as
seemed
more
particularly
suited
to
his
taste
,
or
with
whom
he
might
with
the
least
possible
trouble
conclude
identical
agreements
;
though
,
in
the
first
instance
,
he
always
tried
,
by
getting
on
terms
of
acquaintanceship
--
better
still
,
of
friendship
--
with
them
,
to
acquire
the
souls
for
nothing
,
and
so
to
avoid
purchase
at
all
.
In
passing
,
my
readers
must
not
blame
me
if
the
characters
whom
they
have
encountered
in
these
pages
have
not
been
altogether
to
their
liking
.
The
fault
is
Chichikov
's
rather
than
mine
,
for
he
is
the
master
,
and
where
he
leads
we
must
follow
.
Also
,
should
my
readers
gird
at
me
for
a
certain
dimness
and
want
of
clarity
in
my
principal
characters
and
actors
,
that
will
be
tantamount
to
saying
that
never
do
the
broad
tendency
and
the
general
scope
of
a
work
become
immediately
apparent
.
Similarly
does
the
entry
to
every
town
--
the
entry
even
to
the
Capital
itself
--
convey
to
the
traveller
such
an
impression
of
vagueness
that
at
first
everything
looks
grey
and
monotonous
,
and
the
lines
of
smoky
factories
and
workshops
seem
never
to
be
coming
to
an
end
;
but
in
time
there
will
begin
also
to
stand
out
the
outlines
of
six-storied
mansions
,
and
of
shops
and
balconies
,
and
wide
perspectives
of
streets
,
and
a
medley
of
steeples
,
columns
,
statues
,
and
turrets
--
the
whole
framed
in
rattle
and
roar
and
the
infinite
wonders
which
the
hand
and
the
brain
of
men
have
conceived
.
Of
the
manner
in
which
Chichikov
's
first
purchases
were
made
the
reader
is
aware
.
Subsequently
he
will
see
also
how
the
affair
progressed
,
and
with
what
success
or
failure
our
hero
met
,
and
how
Chichikov
was
called
upon
to
decide
and
to
overcome
even
more
difficult
problems
than
the
foregoing
,
and
by
what
colossal
forces
the
levers
of
his
far-flung
tale
are
moved
,
and
how
eventually
the
horizon
will
become
extended
until
everything
assumes
a
grandiose
and
a
lyrical
tendency
.
Yes
,
many
a
verst
of
road
remains
to
be
travelled
by
a
party
made
up
of
an
elderly
gentleman
,
a
britchka
of
the
kind
affected
by
bachelors
,
a
valet
named
Petrushka
,
a
coachman
named
Selifan
,
and
three
horses
which
,
from
the
Assessor
to
the
skewbald
,
are
known
to
us
individually
by
name
.
Again
,
although
I
have
given
a
full
description
of
our
hero
's
exterior
(
such
as
it
is
)
,
I
may
yet
be
asked
for
an
inclusive
definition
also
of
his
moral
personality
.
That
he
is
no
hero
compounded
of
virtues
and
perfections
must
be
already
clear
.
Then
WHAT
is
he
?
A
villain
?
Why
should
we
call
him
a
villain
?
Why
should
we
be
so
hard
upon
a
fellow
man
?
In
these
days
our
villains
have
ceased
to
exist
.
Rather
it
would
be
fairer
to
call
him
an
ACQUIRER
.
The
love
of
acquisition
,
the
love
of
gain
,
is
a
fault
common
to
many
,
and
gives
rise
to
many
and
many
a
transaction
of
the
kind
generally
known
as
"
not
strictly
honourable
.
"
True
,
such
a
character
contains
an
element
of
ugliness
,
and
the
same
reader
who
,
on
his
journey
through
life
,
would
sit
at
the
board
of
a
character
of
this
kind
,
and
spend
a
most
agreeable
time
with
him
,
would
be
the
first
to
look
at
him
askance
if
he
should
appear
in
the
guise
of
the
hero
of
a
novel
or
a
play
.
But
wise
is
the
reader
who
,
on
meeting
such
a
character
,
scans
him
carefully
,
and
,
instead
of
shrinking
from
him
with
distaste
,
probes
him
to
the
springs
of
his
being
.
The
human
personality
contains
nothing
which
may
not
,
in
the
twinkling
of
an
eye
,
become
altogether
changed
--
nothing
in
which
,
before
you
can
look
round
,
there
may
not
spring
to
birth
some
cankerous
worm
which
is
destined
to
suck
thence
the
essential
juice
.
Yes
,
it
is
a
common
thing
to
see
not
only
an
overmastering
passion
,
but
also
a
passion
of
the
most
petty
order
,
arise
in
a
man
who
was
born
to
better
things
,
and
lead
him
both
to
forget
his
greatest
and
most
sacred
obligations
,
and
to
see
only
in
the
veriest
trifles
the
Great
and
the
Holy
.
For
human
passions
are
as
numberless
as
is
the
sand
of
the
seashore
,
and
go
on
to
become
his
most
insistent
of
masters
.
