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"
Good
!
Then
a
drum
it
shall
be
--
SUCH
a
beautiful
drum
!
What
a
tur-r-r-ru-ing
and
a
tra-ta-ta-ta-ing
you
will
be
able
to
kick
up
!
Farewell
,
my
darling
.
"
And
,
kissing
the
boy
's
head
,
he
turned
to
Manilov
and
Madame
with
the
slight
smile
which
one
assumes
before
assuring
parents
of
the
guileless
merits
of
their
offspring
.
"
But
you
had
better
stay
,
Paul
Ivanovitch
,
"
said
the
father
as
the
trio
stepped
out
on
to
the
verandah
.
"
See
how
the
clouds
are
gathering
!
"
"
They
are
only
small
ones
,
"
replied
Chichikov
.
"
And
you
know
your
way
to
Sobakevitch
's
?
"
"
No
,
I
do
not
,
and
should
be
glad
if
you
would
direct
me
.
"
"
If
you
like
I
will
tell
your
coachman
.
"
And
in
very
civil
fashion
Manilov
did
so
,
even
going
so
far
as
to
address
the
man
in
the
second
person
plural
.
On
hearing
that
he
was
to
pass
two
turnings
,
and
then
to
take
a
third
,
Selifan
remarked
,
"
We
shall
get
there
all
right
,
sir
,
"
and
Chichikov
departed
amid
a
profound
salvo
of
salutations
and
wavings
of
handkerchiefs
on
the
part
of
his
host
and
hostess
,
who
raised
themselves
on
tiptoe
in
their
enthusiasm
.
For
a
long
while
Manilov
stood
following
the
departing
britchka
with
his
eyes
.
In
fact
,
he
continued
to
smoke
his
pipe
and
gaze
after
the
vehicle
even
when
it
had
become
lost
to
view
.
Then
he
re-entered
the
drawing-room
,
seated
himself
upon
a
chair
,
and
surrendered
his
mind
to
the
thought
that
he
had
shown
his
guest
most
excellent
entertainment
Next
,
his
mind
passed
imperceptibly
to
other
matters
,
until
at
last
it
lost
itself
God
only
knows
where
.
He
thought
of
the
amenities
of
a
life
,
of
friendship
,
and
of
how
nice
it
would
be
to
live
with
a
comrade
on
,
say
,
the
bank
of
some
river
,
and
to
span
the
river
with
a
bridge
of
his
own
,
and
to
build
an
enormous
mansion
with
a
facade
lofty
enough
even
to
afford
a
view
to
Moscow
.
On
that
facade
he
and
his
wife
and
friend
would
drink
afternoon
tea
in
the
open
air
,
and
discuss
interesting
subjects
;
after
which
,
in
a
fine
carriage
,
they
would
drive
to
some
reunion
or
other
,
where
with
their
pleasant
manners
they
would
so
charm
the
company
that
the
Imperial
Government
,
on
learning
of
their
merits
,
would
raise
the
pair
to
the
grade
of
General
or
God
knows
what
--
that
is
to
say
,
to
heights
whereof
even
Manilov
himself
could
form
no
idea
.
Then
suddenly
Chichikov
's
extraordinary
request
interrupted
the
dreamer
's
reflections
,
and
he
found
his
brain
powerless
to
digest
it
,
seeing
that
,
turn
and
turn
the
matter
about
as
he
might
,
he
could
not
properly
explain
its
bearing
.
Smoking
his
pipe
,
he
sat
where
he
was
until
supper
time
.
Meanwhile
,
Chichikov
,
seated
in
his
britchka
and
bowling
along
the
turnpike
,
was
feeling
greatly
pleased
with
himself
.
From
the
preceding
chapter
the
reader
will
have
gathered
the
principal
subject
of
his
bent
and
inclinations
:
wherefore
it
is
no
matter
for
wonder
that
his
body
and
his
soul
had
ended
by
becoming
wholly
immersed
therein
.
To
all
appearances
the
thoughts
,
the
calculations
,
and
the
projects
which
were
now
reflected
in
his
face
partook
of
a
pleasant
nature
,
since
momentarily
they
kept
leaving
behind
them
a
satisfied
smile
.
Indeed
,
so
engrossed
was
he
that
he
never
noticed
that
his
coachman
,
elated
with
the
hospitality
of
Manilov
's
domestics
,
was
making
remarks
of
a
didactic
nature
to
the
off
horse
of
the
troika
11
,
a
skewbald
.
This
skewbald
was
a
knowing
animal
,
and
made
only
a
show
of
pulling
;
whereas
its
comrades
,
the
middle
horse
(
a
bay
,
and
known
as
the
Assessor
,
owing
to
his
having
been
acquired
from
a
gentleman
of
that
rank
)
and
the
near
horse
(
a
roan
)
,
would
do
their
work
gallantly
,
and
even
evince
in
their
eyes
the
pleasure
which
they
derived
from
their
exertions
.
"
Ah
,
you
rascal
,
you
rascal
!
I
'll
get
the
better
of
you
!
"
ejaculated
Selifan
as
he
sat
up
and
gave
the
lazy
one
a
cut
with
his
whip
.
"
YOU
know
your
business
all
right
,
you
German
pantaloon
!
The
bay
is
a
good
fellow
,
and
does
his
duty
,
and
I
will
give
him
a
bit
over
his
feed
,
for
he
is
a
horse
to
be
respected
;
and
the
Assessor
too
is
a
good
horse
.
But
what
are
YOU
shaking
your
ears
for
?
You
are
a
fool
,
so
just
mind
when
you
're
spoken
to
.
'
Tis
good
advice
I
'm
giving
you
,
you
blockhead
.
Ah
!
You
CAN
travel
when
you
like
.
