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"
How
am
I
to
do
that
?
"
said
Madame
.
"'
Twould
puzzle
a
wise
man
to
do
so
,
for
in
these
parts
there
are
so
many
turnings
.
However
,
I
will
send
a
girl
to
guide
you
.
You
could
find
room
for
her
on
the
box-seat
,
could
you
not
?
"
"
Yes
,
of
course
.
"
"
Then
I
will
send
her
.
She
knows
the
way
thoroughly
.
Only
do
not
carry
her
off
for
good
.
Already
some
traders
have
deprived
me
of
one
of
my
girls
.
"
Chichikov
reassured
his
hostess
on
the
point
,
and
Madame
plucked
up
courage
enough
to
scan
,
first
of
all
,
the
housekeeper
,
who
happened
to
be
issuing
from
the
storehouse
with
a
bowl
of
honey
,
and
,
next
,
a
young
peasant
who
happened
to
be
standing
at
the
gates
;
and
,
while
thus
engaged
,
she
became
wholly
absorbed
in
her
domestic
pursuits
.
But
why
pay
her
so
much
attention
?
The
Widow
Korobotchka
,
Madame
Manilov
,
domestic
life
,
non-domestic
life
--
away
with
them
all
!
How
strangely
are
things
compounded
!
In
a
trice
may
joy
turn
to
sorrow
,
should
one
halt
long
enough
over
it
:
in
a
trice
only
God
can
say
what
ideas
may
strike
one
.
You
may
fall
even
to
thinking
:
"
After
all
,
did
Madame
Korobotchka
stand
so
very
low
in
the
scale
of
human
perfection
?
Was
there
really
such
a
very
great
gulf
between
her
and
Madame
Manilov
--
between
her
and
the
Madame
Manilov
whom
we
have
seen
entrenched
behind
the
walls
of
a
genteel
mansion
in
which
there
were
a
fine
staircase
of
wrought
metal
and
a
number
of
rich
carpets
;
the
Madame
Manilov
who
spent
most
of
her
time
in
yawning
behind
half-read
books
,
and
in
hoping
for
a
visit
from
some
socially
distinguished
person
in
order
that
she
might
display
her
wit
and
carefully
rehearsed
thoughts
--
thoughts
which
had
been
de
rigeur
in
town
for
a
week
past
,
yet
which
referred
,
not
to
what
was
going
on
in
her
household
or
on
her
estate
--
both
of
which
properties
were
at
odds
and
ends
,
owing
to
her
ignorance
of
the
art
of
managing
them
--
but
to
the
coming
political
revolution
in
France
and
the
direction
in
which
fashionable
Catholicism
was
supposed
to
be
moving
?
But
away
with
such
things
!
Why
need
we
speak
of
them
?
Yet
how
comes
it
that
suddenly
into
the
midst
of
our
careless
,
frivolous
,
unthinking
moments
there
may
enter
another
,
and
a
very
different
,
tendency
?
--
that
the
smile
may
not
have
left
a
human
face
before
its
owner
will
have
radically
changed
his
or
her
nature
(
though
not
his
or
her
environment
)
with
the
result
that
the
face
will
suddenly
become
lit
with
a
radiance
never
before
seen
there
?
...
"
Here
is
the
britchka
,
here
is
the
britchka
!
"
exclaimed
Chichikov
on
perceiving
that
vehicle
slowly
advancing
.
"
Ah
,
you
blockhead
!
"
he
went
on
to
Selifan
.
"
Why
have
you
been
loitering
about
?
I
suppose
last
night
's
fumes
have
not
yet
left
your
brain
?
"
To
this
Selifan
returned
no
reply
.
"
Good-bye
,
madam
,
"
added
the
speaker
.
"
But
where
is
the
girl
whom
you
promised
me
?
"
