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"
Patience
and
hard
work
!
"
he
muttered
to
himself
.
"
The
thing
will
not
be
difficult
,
for
with
those
two
requisites
I
have
been
familiar
from
the
days
of
my
swaddling
clothes
.
Yes
,
no
novelty
will
they
be
to
me
.
Yet
,
in
middle
age
,
shall
I
be
able
to
compass
the
patience
whereof
I
was
capable
in
my
youth
?
"
However
,
no
matter
how
he
regarded
the
future
,
and
no
matter
from
what
point
of
view
he
considered
his
recent
acquisition
,
he
could
see
nothing
but
advantage
likely
to
accrue
from
the
bargain
.
For
one
thing
,
he
might
be
able
to
proceed
so
that
,
first
the
whole
of
the
estate
should
be
mortgaged
,
and
then
the
better
portions
of
land
sold
outright
.
Or
he
might
so
contrive
matters
as
to
manage
the
property
for
a
while
(
and
thus
become
a
landowner
like
Kostanzhoglo
,
whose
advice
,
as
his
neighbour
and
his
benefactor
,
he
intended
always
to
follow
)
,
and
then
to
dispose
of
the
property
by
private
treaty
(
provided
he
did
not
wish
to
continue
his
ownership
)
,
and
still
to
retain
in
his
hands
the
dead
and
abandoned
souls
.
And
another
possible
coup
occurred
to
his
mind
.
That
is
to
say
,
he
might
contrive
to
withdraw
from
the
district
without
having
repaid
Kostanzhoglo
at
all
!
Truly
a
splendid
idea
!
Yet
it
is
only
fair
to
say
that
the
idea
was
not
one
of
Chichikov
's
own
conception
.
Rather
,
it
had
presented
itself
--
mocking
,
laughing
,
and
winking
--
unbidden
.
Yet
the
impudent
,
the
wanton
thing
!
Who
is
the
procreator
of
suddenly
born
ideas
of
the
kind
?
The
thought
that
he
was
now
a
real
,
an
actual
,
proprietor
instead
of
a
fictitious
--
that
he
was
now
a
proprietor
of
real
land
,
real
rights
of
timber
and
pasture
,
and
real
serfs
who
existed
not
only
in
the
imagination
,
but
also
in
veritable
actuality
--
greatly
elated
our
hero
.
So
he
took
to
dancing
up
and
down
in
his
seat
,
to
rubbing
his
hands
together
,
to
winking
at
himself
,
to
holding
his
fist
,
trumpet-wise
,
to
his
mouth
(
while
making
believe
to
execute
a
march
)
,
and
even
to
uttering
aloud
such
encouraging
nicknames
and
phrases
as
"
bulldog
"
and
"
little
fat
capon
.
"
Then
suddenly
recollecting
that
he
was
not
alone
,
he
hastened
to
moderate
his
behaviour
and
endeavoured
to
stifle
the
endless
flow
of
his
good
spirits
;
with
the
result
that
when
Platon
,
mistaking
certain
sounds
for
utterances
addressed
to
himself
,
inquired
what
his
companion
had
said
,
the
latter
retained
the
presence
of
mind
to
reply
"
Nothing
.
"
Presently
,
as
Chichikov
gazed
about
him
,
he
saw
that
for
some
time
past
the
koliaska
had
been
skirting
a
beautiful
wood
,
and
that
on
either
side
the
road
was
bordered
with
an
edging
of
birch
trees
,
the
tenderly-green
,
recently-opened
leaves
of
which
caused
their
tall
,
slender
trunks
to
show
up
with
the
whiteness
of
a
snowdrift
.
Likewise
nightingales
were
warbling
from
the
recesses
of
the
foliage
,
and
some
wood
tulips
were
glowing
yellow
in
the
grass
.
Next
(
and
almost
before
Chichikov
had
realised
how
he
came
to
be
in
such
a
beautiful
spot
when
,
but
a
moment
before
,
there
had
been
visible
only
open
fields
)
there
glimmered
among
the
trees
the
stony
whiteness
of
a
church
,
with
,
on
the
further
side
of
it
,
the
intermittent
,
foliage-buried
line
of
a
fence
;
while
from
the
upper
end
of
a
village
street
there
was
advancing
to
meet
the
vehicle
a
gentleman
with
a
cap
on
his
head
,
a
knotted
cudgel
in
his
hands
,
and
a
slender-limbed
English
dog
by
his
side
.
"
This
is
my
brother
,
"
said
Platon
.
"
Stop
,
coachman
.
"
And
he
descended
from
the
koliaska
,
while
Chichikov
followed
his
example
.
Yarb
and
the
strange
dog
saluted
one
another
,
and
then
the
active
,
thin-legged
,
slender-tongued
Azor
relinquished
his
licking
of
Yarb
's
blunt
jowl
,
licked
Platon
's
hands
instead
,
and
,
leaping
upon
Chichikov
,
slobbered
right
into
his
ear
.
The
two
brothers
embraced
.
"
Really
,
Platon
,
"
said
the
gentleman
(
whose
name
was
Vassili
)
,
"
what
do
you
mean
by
treating
me
like
this
?
"
"
How
so
?
"
said
Platon
indifferently
.
"
What
?
For
three
days
past
I
have
seen
and
heard
nothing
of
you
!
A
groom
from
Pietukh
's
brought
your
cob
home
,
and
told
me
you
had
departed
on
an
expedition
with
some
barin
.
At
least
you
might
have
sent
me
word
as
to
your
destination
and
the
probable
length
of
your
absence
.
What
made
you
act
so
?
God
knows
what
I
have
not
been
wondering
!
"
