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Probably
it
meant
,
in
the
bird
's
alien
tongue
,
"
Good
morning
to
you
!
"
Chichikov
retorted
by
calling
the
bird
a
fool
,
and
then
himself
approached
the
window
to
look
at
the
view
.
It
appeared
to
comprise
a
poulterer
's
premises
.
At
all
events
,
the
narrow
yard
in
front
of
the
window
was
full
of
poultry
and
other
domestic
creatures
--
of
game
fowls
and
barn
door
fowls
,
with
,
among
them
,
a
cock
which
strutted
with
measured
gait
,
and
kept
shaking
its
comb
,
and
tilting
its
head
as
though
it
were
trying
to
listen
to
something
.
Also
,
a
sow
and
her
family
were
helping
to
grace
the
scene
.
First
,
she
rooted
among
a
heap
of
litter
;
then
,
in
passing
,
she
ate
up
a
young
pullet
;
lastly
,
she
proceeded
carelessly
to
munch
some
pieces
of
melon
rind
.
To
this
small
yard
or
poultry-run
a
length
of
planking
served
as
a
fence
,
while
beyond
it
lay
a
kitchen
garden
containing
cabbages
,
onions
,
potatoes
,
beetroots
,
and
other
household
vegetables
.
Also
,
the
garden
contained
a
few
stray
fruit
trees
that
were
covered
with
netting
to
protect
them
from
the
magpies
and
sparrows
;
flocks
of
which
were
even
then
wheeling
and
darting
from
one
spot
to
another
.
For
the
same
reason
a
number
of
scarecrows
with
outstretched
arms
stood
reared
on
long
poles
,
with
,
surmounting
one
of
the
figures
,
a
cast-off
cap
of
the
hostess
's
.
Beyond
the
garden
again
there
stood
a
number
of
peasants
'
huts
.
Though
scattered
,
instead
of
being
arranged
in
regular
rows
,
these
appeared
to
Chichikov
's
eye
to
comprise
well-to-do
inhabitants
,
since
all
rotten
planks
in
their
roofing
had
been
replaced
with
new
ones
,
and
none
of
their
doors
were
askew
,
and
such
of
their
tiltsheds
as
faced
him
evinced
evidence
of
a
presence
of
a
spare
waggon
--
in
some
cases
almost
a
new
one
.
"
This
lady
owns
by
no
means
a
poor
village
,
"
said
Chichikov
to
himself
;
wherefore
he
decided
then
and
there
to
have
a
talk
with
his
hostess
,
and
to
cultivate
her
closer
acquaintance
.
Accordingly
he
peeped
through
the
chink
of
the
door
whence
her
head
had
recently
protruded
,
and
,
on
seeing
her
seated
at
a
tea
table
,
entered
and
greeted
her
with
a
cheerful
,
kindly
smile
.
"
Good
morning
,
dear
sir
,
"
she
responded
as
she
rose
.
"
How
have
you
slept
?
"
She
was
dressed
in
better
style
than
she
had
been
on
the
previous
evening
.
That
is
to
say
,
she
was
now
wearing
a
gown
of
some
dark
colour
,
and
lacked
her
nightcap
,
and
had
swathed
her
neck
in
something
stiff
.
"
I
have
slept
exceedingly
well
,
"
replied
Chichikov
,
seating
himself
upon
a
chair
.
"
And
how
are
YOU
,
good
madam
?
"
"
But
poorly
,
my
dear
sir
.
"
"
And
why
so
?
"
"
Because
I
can
not
sleep
.
A
pain
has
taken
me
in
my
middle
,
and
my
legs
,
from
the
ankles
upwards
,
are
aching
as
though
they
were
broken
.
"
"
That
will
pass
,
that
will
pass
,
good
mother
.
You
must
pay
no
attention
to
it
.
"
"
God
grant
that
it
MAY
pass
.
However
,
I
have
been
rubbing
myself
with
lard
and
turpentine
.
What
sort
of
tea
will
you
take
?
In
this
jar
I
have
some
of
the
scented
kind
.
