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The
weather
was
fine
,
but
the
ground
so
excessively
sodden
that
the
wheels
of
the
britchka
collected
mire
until
they
had
become
caked
as
with
a
layer
of
felt
,
a
circumstance
which
greatly
increased
the
weight
of
the
vehicle
,
and
prevented
it
from
clearing
the
neighbouring
parishes
before
the
afternoon
was
arrived
.
Also
,
without
the
girl
's
help
the
finding
of
the
way
would
have
been
impossible
,
since
roads
wiggled
away
in
every
direction
,
like
crabs
released
from
a
net
,
and
,
but
for
the
assistance
mentioned
,
Selifan
would
have
found
himself
left
to
his
own
devices
.
Presently
she
pointed
to
a
building
ahead
,
with
the
words
,
"
THERE
is
the
main
road
.
"
"
And
what
is
the
building
?
"
asked
Selifan
.
"
A
tavern
,
"
she
said
.
"
Then
we
can
get
along
by
ourselves
,
"
he
observed
.
"
Do
you
get
down
,
and
be
off
home
.
"
With
that
he
stopped
,
and
helped
her
to
alight
--
muttering
as
he
did
so
:
"
Ah
,
you
blackfooted
creature
!
"
Chichikov
added
a
copper
groat
,
and
she
departed
well
pleased
with
her
ride
in
the
gentleman
's
carriage
.
On
reaching
the
tavern
,
Chichikov
called
a
halt
.
His
reasons
for
this
were
twofold
--
namely
,
that
he
wanted
to
rest
the
horses
,
and
that
he
himself
desired
some
refreshment
.
In
this
connection
the
author
feels
bound
to
confess
that
the
appetite
and
the
capacity
of
such
men
are
greatly
to
be
envied
.
Of
those
well-to-do
folk
of
St.
Petersburg
and
Moscow
who
spend
their
time
in
considering
what
they
shall
eat
on
the
morrow
,
and
in
composing
a
dinner
for
the
day
following
,
and
who
never
sit
down
to
a
meal
without
first
of
all
injecting
a
pill
and
then
swallowing
oysters
and
crabs
and
a
quantity
of
other
monsters
,
while
eternally
departing
for
Karlsbad
or
the
Caucasus
,
the
author
has
but
a
small
opinion
.
Yes
,
THEY
are
not
the
persons
to
inspire
envy
.
Rather
,
it
is
the
folk
of
the
middle
classes
--
folk
who
at
one
posthouse
call
for
bacon
,
and
at
another
for
a
sucking
pig
,
and
at
a
third
for
a
steak
of
sturgeon
or
a
baked
pudding
with
onions
,
and
who
can
sit
down
to
table
at
any
hour
,
as
though
they
had
never
had
a
meal
in
their
lives
,
and
can
devour
fish
of
all
sorts
,
and
guzzle
and
chew
it
with
a
view
to
provoking
further
appetite
--
these
,
I
say
,
are
the
folk
who
enjoy
heaven
's
most
favoured
gift
.
To
attain
such
a
celestial
condition
the
great
folk
of
whom
I
have
spoken
would
sacrifice
half
their
serfs
and
half
their
mortgaged
and
non-mortgaged
property
,
with
the
foreign
and
domestic
improvements
thereon
,
if
thereby
they
could
compass
such
a
stomach
as
is
possessed
by
the
folk
of
the
middle
class
.
But
,
unfortunately
,
neither
money
nor
real
estate
,
whether
improved
or
non-improved
,
can
purchase
such
a
stomach
.
The
little
wooden
tavern
,
with
its
narrow
,
but
hospitable
,
curtain
suspended
from
a
pair
of
rough-hewn
doorposts
like
old
church
candlesticks
,
seemed
to
invite
Chichikov
to
enter
.
True
,
the
establishment
was
only
a
Russian
hut
of
the
ordinary
type
,
but
it
was
a
hut
of
larger
dimensions
than
usual
,
and
had
around
its
windows
and
gables
carved
and
patterned
cornices
of
bright-coloured
wood
which
threw
into
relief
the
darker
hue
of
the
walls
,
and
consorted
well
with
the
flowered
pitchers
painted
on
the
shutters
.
Ascending
the
narrow
wooden
staircase
to
the
upper
floor
,
and
arriving
upon
a
broad
landing
,
Chichikov
found
himself
confronted
with
a
creaking
door
and
a
stout
old
woman
in
a
striped
print
gown
.
"
This
way
,
if
you
please
,
"
she
said
.
Within
the
apartment
designated
Chichikov
encountered
the
old
friends
which
one
invariably
finds
in
such
roadside
hostelries
--
to
wit
,
a
heavy
samovar
,
four
smooth
,
bescratched
walls
of
white
pine
,
a
three-cornered
press
with
cups
and
teapots
,
egg-cups
of
gilded
china
standing
in
front
of
ikons
suspended
by
blue
and
red
ribands
,
a
cat
lately
delivered
of
a
family
,
a
mirror
which
gives
one
four
eyes
instead
of
two
and
a
pancake
for
a
face
,
and
,
beside
the
ikons
,
some
bunches
of
herbs
and
carnations
of
such
faded
dustiness
that
,
should
one
attempt
to
smell
them
,
one
is
bound
to
burst
out
sneezing
.
"
Have
you
a
sucking-pig
?
"
Chichikov
inquired
of
the
landlady
as
she
stood
expectantly
before
him
.
