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The
company
drank
three
glassfuls
apiece
,
and
so
grew
more
cheerful
.
In
particular
did
Khlobuev
expand
,
and
wax
full
of
civility
and
friendliness
,
and
scatter
witticisms
and
anecdotes
to
right
and
left
.
What
knowledge
of
men
and
the
world
did
his
utterances
display
!
How
well
and
accurately
could
he
divine
things
!
With
what
appositeness
did
he
sketch
the
neighbouring
landowners
!
How
clearly
he
exposed
their
faults
and
failings
!
How
thoroughly
he
knew
the
story
of
certain
ruined
gentry
--
the
story
of
how
,
why
,
and
through
what
cause
they
had
fallen
upon
evil
days
!
With
what
comic
originality
could
he
describe
their
little
habits
and
customs
!
In
short
,
his
guests
found
themselves
charmed
with
his
discourse
,
and
felt
inclined
to
vote
him
a
man
of
first-rate
intellect
.
"
What
most
surprises
me
,
"
said
Chichikov
,
"
is
how
,
in
view
of
your
ability
,
you
come
to
be
so
destitute
of
means
or
resources
.
"
"
But
I
have
plenty
of
both
,
"
said
Khlobuev
,
and
with
that
went
on
to
deliver
himself
of
a
perfect
avalanche
of
projects
.
Yet
those
projects
proved
to
be
so
uncouth
,
so
clumsy
,
so
little
the
outcome
of
a
knowledge
of
men
and
things
,
that
his
hearers
could
only
shrug
their
shoulders
and
mentally
exclaim
:
"
Good
Lord
!
What
a
difference
between
worldly
wisdom
and
the
capacity
to
use
it
!
"
In
every
case
the
projects
in
question
were
based
upon
the
imperative
necessity
of
at
once
procuring
from
somewhere
two
hundred
--
or
at
least
one
hundred
--
thousand
roubles
.
That
done
(
so
Khlobuev
averred
)
,
everything
would
fall
into
its
proper
place
,
the
holes
in
his
pockets
would
become
stopped
,
his
income
would
be
quadrupled
,
and
he
would
find
himself
in
a
position
to
liquidate
his
debts
in
full
.
Nevertheless
he
ended
by
saying
:
"
What
would
you
advise
me
to
do
?
I
fear
that
the
philanthropist
who
would
lend
me
two
hundred
thousand
roubles
or
even
a
hundred
thousand
,
does
not
exist
.
It
is
not
God
's
will
that
he
should
.
"
"
Good
gracious
!
"
inwardly
ejaculated
Chichikov
.
"
To
suppose
that
God
would
send
such
a
fool
two
hundred
thousand
roubles
!
"
"
However
,
"
went
on
Khlobuev
,
"
I
possess
an
aunt
worth
three
millions
--
a
pious
old
woman
who
gives
freely
to
churches
and
monasteries
,
but
finds
a
difficulty
in
helping
her
neighbour
.
At
the
same
time
,
she
is
a
lady
of
the
old
school
,
and
worth
having
a
peep
at
.
Her
canaries
alone
number
four
hundred
,
and
,
in
addition
,
there
is
an
army
of
pug-dogs
,
hangers-on
,
and
servants
.
Even
the
youngest
of
the
servants
is
sixty
,
but
she
calls
them
all
'
young
fellows
,
'
and
if
a
guest
happens
to
offend
her
during
dinner
,
she
orders
them
to
leave
him
out
when
handing
out
the
dishes
.
THERE
'S
a
woman
for
you
!
"
Platon
laughed
.
"
And
what
may
her
family
name
be
?
"
asked
Chichikov
.
"
And
where
does
she
live
?
"
"
She
lives
in
the
county
town
,
and
her
name
is
Alexandra
Ivanovna
Khanasarov
.
"
