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"
What
?
A
fire
occurred
at
your
place
?
"
"
No
,
no
,
God
preserve
us
all
!
It
was
not
so
bad
as
that
.
You
must
understand
that
the
blacksmith
SET
HIMSELF
on
fire
--
he
got
set
on
fire
in
his
bowels
through
overdrinking
.
Yes
,
all
of
a
sudden
there
burst
from
him
a
blue
flame
,
and
he
smouldered
and
smouldered
until
he
had
turned
as
black
as
a
piece
of
charcoal
!
Yet
what
a
clever
blacksmith
he
was
!
And
now
I
have
no
horses
to
drive
out
with
,
for
there
is
no
one
to
shoe
them
.
"
"
In
everything
the
will
of
God
,
madam
,
"
said
Chichikov
with
a
sigh
.
"
Against
the
divine
wisdom
it
is
not
for
us
to
rebel
.
Pray
hand
them
over
to
me
,
Nastasia
Petrovna
.
"
"
Hand
over
whom
?
"
"
The
dead
peasants
.
"
"
But
how
could
I
do
that
?
"
"
Quite
simply
.
Sell
them
to
me
,
and
I
will
give
you
some
money
in
exchange
.
"
"
But
how
am
I
to
sell
them
to
you
?
I
scarcely
understand
what
you
mean
.
Am
I
to
dig
them
up
again
from
the
ground
?
"
Chichikov
perceived
that
the
old
lady
was
altogether
at
sea
,
and
that
he
must
explain
the
matter
;
wherefore
in
a
few
words
he
informed
her
that
the
transfer
or
purchase
of
the
souls
in
question
would
take
place
merely
on
paper
--
that
the
said
souls
would
be
listed
as
still
alive
.
