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"
Who
may
he
be
?
"
asked
Chichikov
in
astonishment
.
"
Murazov
,
our
local
Commissioner
of
Taxes
.
"
"
Ah
!
I
have
heard
of
him
before
,
"
remarked
Chichikov
.
"
He
is
a
man
who
,
were
he
not
the
director
of
an
estate
,
might
well
be
a
director
of
the
Empire
.
And
were
the
Empire
under
my
direction
,
I
should
at
once
appoint
him
my
Minister
of
Finance
.
"
"
I
have
heard
tales
beyond
belief
concerning
him
--
for
instance
,
that
he
has
acquired
ten
million
roubles
.
"
"
Ten
?
More
than
forty
.
Soon
half
Russia
will
be
in
his
hands
.
"
"
You
do
n't
say
so
?
"
cried
Chichikov
in
amazement
.
"
Yes
,
certainly
.
The
man
who
has
only
a
hundred
thousand
roubles
to
work
with
grows
rich
but
slowly
,
whereas
he
who
has
millions
at
his
disposal
can
operate
over
a
greater
radius
,
and
so
back
whatsoever
he
undertakes
with
twice
or
thrice
the
money
which
can
be
brought
against
him
.
Consequently
his
field
becomes
so
spacious
that
he
ends
by
having
no
rivals
.
Yes
,
no
one
can
compete
with
him
,
and
,
whatsoever
price
he
may
fix
for
a
given
commodity
,
at
that
price
it
will
have
to
remain
,
nor
will
any
man
be
able
to
outbid
it
.
"
"
My
God
!
"
muttered
Chichikov
,
crossing
himself
,
and
staring
at
Kostanzhoglo
with
his
breath
catching
in
his
throat
.
"
The
mind
can
not
grasp
it
--
it
petrifies
one
's
thoughts
with
awe
.
You
see
folk
marvelling
at
what
Science
has
achieved
in
the
matter
of
investigating
the
habits
of
cowbugs
,
but
to
me
it
is
a
far
more
marvellous
thing
that
in
the
hands
of
a
single
mortal
there
can
become
accumulated
such
gigantic
sums
of
money
.
