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"
And
how
has
your
brother-in-law
effected
this
?
"
"
You
must
ask
him
yourself
.
He
is
so
excellent
a
husbandman
that
nothing
ever
fails
with
him
.
You
see
,
he
knows
the
soil
,
and
also
knows
what
ought
to
be
planted
beside
what
,
and
what
kinds
of
timber
are
the
best
neighbourhood
for
grain
.
Again
,
everything
on
his
estate
is
made
to
perform
at
least
three
or
four
different
functions
.
For
instance
,
he
makes
his
timber
not
only
serve
as
timber
,
but
also
serve
as
a
provider
of
moisture
and
shade
to
a
given
stretch
of
land
,
and
then
as
a
fertiliser
with
its
fallen
leaves
.
Consequently
,
when
everywhere
else
there
is
drought
,
he
still
has
water
,
and
when
everywhere
else
there
has
been
a
failure
of
the
harvest
,
on
his
lands
it
will
have
proved
a
success
.
But
it
is
a
pity
that
I
know
so
little
about
it
all
as
to
be
unable
to
explain
to
you
his
many
expedients
.
Folk
call
him
a
wizard
,
for
he
produces
so
much
.
Nevertheless
,
personally
I
find
what
he
does
uninteresting
.
"
"
Truly
an
astonishing
fellow
!
"
reflected
Chichikov
with
a
glance
at
his
companion
.
"
It
is
sad
indeed
to
see
a
man
so
superficial
as
to
be
unable
to
explain
matters
of
this
kind
.
"
At
length
the
manor
appeared
in
sight
--
an
establishment
looking
almost
like
a
town
,
so
numerous
were
the
huts
where
they
stood
arranged
in
three
tiers
,
crowned
with
three
churches
,
and
surrounded
with
huge
ricks
and
barns
.
"
Yes
,
"
thought
Chichikov
to
himself
,
"
one
can
see
what
a
jewel
of
a
landowner
lives
here
.
"
The
huts
in
question
were
stoutly
built
and
the
intervening
alleys
well
laid-out
;
while
,
wherever
a
waggon
was
visible
,
it
looked
serviceable
and
more
or
less
new
.
Also
,
the
local
peasants
bore
an
intelligent
look
on
their
faces
,
the
cattle
were
of
the
best
possible
breed
,
and
even
the
peasants
'
pigs
belonged
to
the
porcine
aristocracy
.
Clearly
there
dwelt
here
peasants
who
,
to
quote
the
song
,
were
accustomed
to
"
pick
up
silver
by
the
shovelful
.
"
Nor
were
Englishified
gardens
and
parterres
and
other
conceits
in
evidence
,
but
,
on
the
contrary
,
there
ran
an
open
view
from
the
manor
house
to
the
farm
buildings
and
the
workmen
's
cots
,
so
that
,
after
the
old
Russian
fashion
,
the
barin
should
be
able
to
keep
an
eye
upon
all
that
was
going
on
around
him
.
For
the
same
purpose
,
the
mansion
was
topped
with
a
tall
lantern
and
a
superstructure
--
a
device
designed
,
not
for
ornament
,
nor
for
a
vantage-spot
for
the
contemplation
of
the
view
,
but
for
supervision
of
the
labourers
engaged
in
distant
fields
.
Lastly
,
the
brisk
,
active
servants
who
received
the
visitors
on
the
verandah
were
very
different
menials
from
the
drunken
Petrushka
,
even
though
they
did
not
wear
swallow-tailed
coats
,
but
only
Cossack
tchekmenu
47
of
blue
homespun
cloth
.
The
lady
of
the
house
also
issued
on
to
the
verandah
.
With
her
face
of
the
freshness
of
"
blood
and
milk
"
and
the
brightness
of
God
's
daylight
,
she
as
nearly
resembled
Platon
as
one
pea
resembles
another
,
save
that
,
whereas
he
was
languid
,
she
was
cheerful
and
full
of
talk
.
"
Good
day
,
brother
!
"
she
cried
.
"
How
glad
I
am
to
see
you
!
Constantine
is
not
at
home
,
but
will
be
back
presently
.
"
"
Where
is
he
?
"
"
Doing
business
in
the
village
with
a
party
of
factors
,
"
replied
the
lady
as
she
conducted
her
guests
to
the
drawing-room
.
