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"
Yes
,
my
good
friend
and
benefactor
,
"
wailed
poor
Chichikov
despairingly
,
and
clasping
Murazov
by
the
knees
.
"
Yet
save
me
if
you
can
!
The
Prince
is
fond
of
you
,
and
would
do
anything
for
your
sake
.
"
"
No
,
Paul
Ivanovitch
;
however
much
I
might
wish
to
save
you
,
and
however
much
I
might
try
to
do
so
,
I
could
not
help
you
as
you
desire
;
for
it
is
to
the
power
of
an
inexorable
law
,
and
not
to
the
authority
of
any
one
man
,
that
you
have
rendered
yourself
subject
.
"
"
Satan
tempted
me
,
and
has
ended
by
making
of
me
an
outcast
from
the
human
race
!
"
Chichikov
beat
his
head
against
the
wall
and
struck
the
table
with
his
fist
until
the
blood
spurted
from
his
hand
.
Yet
neither
his
head
nor
his
hand
seemed
to
be
conscious
of
the
least
pain
.
"
Calm
yourself
,
Paul
Ivanovitch
,
"
said
Murazov
.
"
Calm
yourself
,
and
consider
how
best
you
can
make
your
peace
with
God
.
Think
of
your
miserable
soul
,
and
not
of
the
judgment
of
man
.
"
"
I
will
,
Athanasi
Vassilievitch
,
I
will
.
But
what
a
fate
is
mine
!
Did
ever
such
a
fate
befall
a
man
?
To
think
of
all
the
patience
with
which
I
have
gathered
my
kopecks
,
of
all
the
toil
and
trouble
which
I
have
endured
!
Yet
what
I
have
done
has
not
been
done
with
the
intention
of
robbing
any
one
,
nor
of
cheating
the
Treasury
.
Why
,
then
,
did
I
gather
those
kopecks
?
I
gathered
them
to
the
end
that
one
day
I
might
be
able
to
live
in
plenty
,
and
also
to
have
something
to
leave
to
the
wife
and
children
whom
,
for
the
benefit
and
welfare
of
my
country
,
I
hoped
eventually
to
win
and
maintain
.
That
was
why
I
gathered
those
kopecks
.
True
,
I
worked
by
devious
methods
--
that
I
fully
admit
;
but
what
else
could
I
do
?
And
even
devious
methods
I
employed
only
when
I
saw
that
the
straight
road
would
not
serve
my
purpose
so
well
as
a
crooked
.
Moreover
,
as
I
toiled
,
the
appetite
for
those
methods
grew
upon
me
.
Yet
what
I
took
I
took
only
from
the
rich
;
whereas
villains
exist
who
,
while
drawing
thousands
a
year
from
the
Treasury
,
despoil
the
poor
,
and
take
from
the
man
with
nothing
even
that
which
he
has
.
Is
it
not
the
cruelty
of
fate
,
therefore
,
that
,
just
when
I
was
beginning
to
reap
the
harvest
of
my
toil
--
to
touch
it
,
so
to
speak
,
with
the
tip
of
one
finger
--
there
should
have
arisen
a
sudden
storm
which
has
sent
my
barque
to
pieces
on
a
rock
?
My
capital
had
nearly
reached
the
sum
of
three
hundred
thousand
roubles
,
and
a
three-storied
house
was
as
good
as
mine
,
and
twice
over
I
could
have
bought
a
country
estate
.
Why
,
then
,
should
such
a
tempest
have
burst
upon
me
?
Why
should
I
have
sustained
such
a
blow
?
Was
not
my
life
already
like
a
barque
tossed
to
and
fro
by
the
billows
?
Where
is
Heaven
's
justice
--
where
is
the
reward
for
all
my
patience
,
for
my
boundless
perseverance
?
Three
times
did
I
have
to
begin
life
afresh
,
and
each
time
that
I
lost
my
all
I
began
with
a
single
kopeck
at
a
moment
when
other
men
would
have
given
themselves
up
to
despair
and
drink
.
How
much
did
I
not
have
to
overcome
.
How
much
did
I
not
have
to
bear
!
Every
kopeck
which
I
gained
I
had
to
make
with
my
whole
strength
;
for
though
,
to
others
,
wealth
may
come
easily
,
every
coin
of
mine
had
to
be
'
forged
with
a
nail
worth
three
kopecks
'
as
the
proverb
has
it
.
With
such
a
nail
--
with
the
nail
of
an
iron
,
unwearying
perseverance
--
did
I
forge
my
kopecks
.
"
Convulsively
sobbing
with
a
grief
which
he
could
not
repress
,
Chichikov
sank
upon
a
chair
,
tore
from
his
shoulders
the
last
ragged
,
trailing
remnants
of
his
frockcoat
,
and
hurled
them
from
him
.
Then
,
thrusting
his
fingers
into
the
hair
which
he
had
once
been
so
careful
to
preserve
,
he
pulled
it
out
by
handfuls
at
a
time
,
as
though
he
hoped
through
physical
pain
to
deaden
the
mental
agony
which
he
was
suffering
.
Meanwhile
Murazov
sat
gazing
in
silence
at
the
unwonted
spectacle
of
a
man
who
had
lately
been
mincing
with
the
gait
of
a
worldling
or
a
military
fop
now
writhing
in
dishevelment
and
despair
as
he
poured
out
upon
the
hostile
forces
by
which
human
ingenuity
so
often
finds
itself
outwitted
a
flood
of
invective
.
"
Paul
Ivanovitch
,
Paul
Ivanovitch
,
"
at
length
said
Murazov
,
"
what
could
not
each
of
us
rise
to
be
did
we
but
devote
to
good
ends
the
same
measure
of
energy
and
of
patience
which
we
bestow
upon
unworthy
objects
!
How
much
good
would
not
you
yourself
have
effected
!
Yet
I
do
not
grieve
so
much
for
the
fact
that
you
have
sinned
against
your
fellow
as
I
grieve
for
the
fact
that
you
have
sinned
against
yourself
and
the
rich
store
of
gifts
and
opportunities
which
has
been
committed
to
your
care
.
Though
originally
destined
to
rise
,
you
have
wandered
from
the
path
and
fallen
.
"
