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"
And
he
gave
the
animal
another
cut
,
and
then
shouted
to
the
trio
,
"
Gee
up
,
my
beauties
!
"
and
drew
his
whip
gently
across
the
backs
of
the
skewbald
's
comrades
--
not
as
a
punishment
,
but
as
a
sign
of
his
approval
.
That
done
,
he
addressed
himself
to
the
skewbald
again
.
"
Do
you
think
,
"
he
cried
,
"
that
I
do
n't
see
what
you
are
doing
?
You
can
behave
quite
decently
when
you
like
,
and
make
a
man
respect
you
.
"
With
that
he
fell
to
recalling
certain
reminiscences
.
"
They
were
NICE
folk
,
those
folk
at
the
gentleman
's
yonder
,
"
he
mused
.
"
I
DO
love
a
chat
with
a
man
when
he
is
a
good
sort
.
With
a
man
of
that
kind
I
am
always
hail-fellow-well-met
,
and
glad
to
drink
a
glass
of
tea
with
him
,
or
to
eat
a
biscuit
.
One
CA
N'T
help
respecting
a
decent
fellow
.
For
instance
,
this
gentleman
of
mine
--
why
,
every
one
looks
up
to
him
,
for
he
has
been
in
the
Government
's
service
,
and
is
a
Collegiate
Councillor
.
"
Thus
soliloquising
,
he
passed
to
more
remote
abstractions
;
until
,
had
Chichikov
been
listening
,
he
would
have
learnt
a
number
of
interesting
details
concerning
himself
.
However
,
his
thoughts
were
wholly
occupied
with
his
own
subject
,
so
much
so
that
not
until
a
loud
clap
of
thunder
awoke
him
from
his
reverie
did
he
glance
around
him
.
The
sky
was
completely
covered
with
clouds
,
and
the
dusty
turnpike
beginning
to
be
sprinkled
with
drops
of
rain
.
At
length
a
second
and
a
nearer
and
a
louder
peal
resounded
,
and
the
rain
descended
as
from
a
bucket
.
Falling
slantwise
,
it
beat
upon
one
side
of
the
basketwork
of
the
tilt
until
the
splashings
began
to
spurt
into
his
face
,
and
he
found
himself
forced
to
draw
the
curtains
(
fitted
with
circular
openings
through
which
to
obtain
a
glimpse
of
the
wayside
view
)
,
and
to
shout
to
Selifan
to
quicken
his
pace
.
Upon
that
the
coachman
,
interrupted
in
the
middle
of
his
harangue
,
bethought
him
that
no
time
was
to
be
lost
;
wherefore
,
extracting
from
under
the
box-seat
a
piece
of
old
blanket
,
he
covered
over
his
sleeves
,
resumed
the
reins
,
and
cheered
on
his
threefold
team
(
which
,
it
may
be
said
,
had
so
completely
succumbed
to
the
influence
of
the
pleasant
lassitude
induced
by
Selifan
's
discourse
that
it
had
taken
to
scarcely
placing
one
leg
before
the
other
)
.
Unfortunately
,
Selifan
could
not
clearly
remember
whether
two
turnings
had
been
passed
or
three
.
Indeed
,
on
collecting
his
faculties
,
and
dimly
recalling
the
lie
of
the
road
,
he
became
filled
with
a
shrewd
suspicion
that
A
VERY
LARGE
NUMBER
of
turnings
had
been
passed
.
But
since
,
at
moments
which
call
for
a
hasty
decision
,
a
Russian
is
quick
to
discover
what
may
conceivably
be
the
best
course
to
take
,
our
coachman
put
away
from
him
all
ulterior
reasoning
,
and
,
turning
to
the
right
at
the
next
cross-road
,
shouted
,
"
Hi
,
my
beauties
!
"
and
set
off
at
a
gallop
.
Never
for
a
moment
did
he
stop
to
think
whither
the
road
might
lead
him
!
It
was
long
before
the
clouds
had
discharged
their
burden
,
and
,
meanwhile
,
the
dust
on
the
road
became
kneaded
into
mire
,
and
the
horses
'
task
of
pulling
the
britchka
heavier
and
heavier
.
Also
,
Chichikov
had
taken
alarm
at
his
continued
failure
to
catch
sight
of
Sobakevitch
's
country
house
.
According
to
his
calculations
,
it
ought
to
have
been
reached
long
ago
.
He
gazed
about
him
on
every
side
,
but
the
darkness
was
too
dense
for
the
eye
to
pierce
.
"
Selifan
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
leaning
forward
in
the
britchka
.
"
What
is
it
,
barin
?
"
replied
the
coachman
.
