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"
Can
you
see
the
country
house
anywhere
?
"
"
No
,
barin
.
"
After
which
,
with
a
flourish
of
the
whip
,
the
man
broke
into
a
sort
of
endless
,
drawling
song
.
In
that
song
everything
had
a
place
.
By
"
everything
"
I
mean
both
the
various
encouraging
and
stimulating
cries
with
which
Russian
folk
urge
on
their
horses
,
and
a
random
,
unpremeditated
selection
of
adjectives
.
Meanwhile
Chichikov
began
to
notice
that
the
britchka
was
swaying
violently
,
and
dealing
him
occasional
bumps
.
Consequently
he
suspected
that
it
had
left
the
road
and
was
being
dragged
over
a
ploughed
field
.
Upon
Selifan
's
mind
there
appeared
to
have
dawned
a
similar
inkling
,
for
he
had
ceased
to
hold
forth
.
"
You
rascal
,
what
road
are
you
following
?
"
inquired
Chichikov
.
"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
retorted
the
coachman
.
"
What
can
a
man
do
at
a
time
of
night
when
the
darkness
wo
n't
let
him
even
see
his
whip
?
"
And
as
Selifan
spoke
the
vehicle
tilted
to
an
angle
which
left
Chichikov
no
choice
but
to
hang
on
with
hands
and
teeth
.
At
length
he
realised
the
fact
that
Selifan
was
drunk
.
"
Stop
,
stop
,
or
you
will
upset
us
!
"
he
shouted
to
the
fellow
.
"
No
,
no
,
barin
,
"
replied
Selifan
.
"
HOW
could
I
upset
you
?
To
upset
people
is
wrong
.
I
know
that
very
well
,
and
should
never
dream
of
such
conduct
.
"
Here
he
started
to
turn
the
vehicle
round
a
little
--
and
kept
on
doing
so
until
the
britchka
capsized
on
to
its
side
,
and
Chichikov
landed
in
the
mud
on
his
hands
and
knees
.
Fortunately
Selifan
succeeded
in
stopping
the
horses
,
although
they
would
have
stopped
of
themselves
,
seeing
that
they
were
utterly
worn
out
.
This
unforeseen
catastrophe
evidently
astonished
their
driver
.
Slipping
from
the
box
,
he
stood
resting
his
hands
against
the
side
of
the
britchka
,
while
Chichikov
tumbled
and
floundered
about
in
the
mud
,
in
a
vain
endeavour
to
wriggle
clear
of
the
stuff
.
"
Ah
,
you
!
"
said
Selifan
meditatively
to
the
britchka
.
"
To
think
of
upsetting
us
like
this
!
"
