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"
Yes
,
and
on
a
grey
horse
,
"
added
his
brother
.
"
Who
is
Platon
Mikhalitch
?
"
inquired
Chichikov
.
"
A
neighbour
of
ours
,
and
an
excellent
fellow
.
"
The
next
moment
Platon
Mikhalitch
himself
entered
the
room
,
accompanied
by
a
sporting
dog
named
Yarb
.
He
was
a
tall
,
handsome
man
,
with
extremely
red
hair
.
As
for
his
companion
,
it
was
of
the
keen-muzzled
species
used
for
shooting
.
"
Have
you
dined
yet
?
"
asked
the
host
.
"
Yes
,
"
replied
Platon
.
"
Indeed
!
What
do
you
mean
by
coming
here
to
laugh
at
us
all
?
Do
I
ever
go
to
YOUR
place
after
dinner
?
"
The
newcomer
smiled
.
"
Well
,
if
it
can
bring
you
any
comfort
,
"
he
said
,
"
let
me
tell
you
that
I
ate
nothing
at
the
meal
,
for
I
had
no
appetite
.
"
"
But
you
should
see
what
I
have
caught
--
what
sort
of
a
sturgeon
fate
has
brought
my
way
!
Yes
,
and
what
crucians
and
carp
!
"
"
Really
it
tires
one
to
hear
you
.
How
come
you
always
to
be
so
cheerful
?
"
