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"
Splendid
of
him
!
Nevertheless
I
will
get
my
own
back
.
Let
him
play
me
at
doubles
,
and
we
shall
soon
see
what
sort
of
a
player
he
is
!
Friend
Chichikov
,
at
first
we
had
a
glorious
time
,
for
the
fair
was
a
tremendous
success
.
Indeed
,
the
tradesmen
said
that
never
yet
had
there
been
such
a
gathering
.
I
myself
managed
to
sell
everything
from
my
estate
at
a
good
price
.
In
fact
,
we
had
a
magnificent
time
.
I
ca
n't
help
thinking
of
it
,
devil
take
me
!
But
what
a
pity
YOU
were
not
there
!
Three
versts
from
the
town
there
is
quartered
a
regiment
of
dragoons
,
and
you
would
scarcely
believe
what
a
lot
of
officers
it
has
.
Forty
at
least
there
are
,
and
they
do
a
fine
lot
of
knocking
about
the
town
and
drinking
.
In
particular
,
Staff-Captain
Potsieluev
is
a
SPLENDID
fellow
!
You
should
just
see
his
moustache
!
Why
,
he
calls
good
claret
'
trash
'
!
'
Bring
me
some
of
the
usual
trash
,
'
is
his
way
of
ordering
it
.
And
Lieutenant
Kuvshinnikov
,
too
!
He
is
as
delightful
as
the
other
man
.
In
fact
,
I
may
say
that
every
one
of
the
lot
is
a
rake
.
I
spent
my
whole
time
with
them
,
and
you
can
imagine
that
Ponomarev
,
the
wine
merchant
,
did
a
fine
trade
indeed
!
All
the
same
,
he
is
a
rascal
,
you
know
,
and
ought
not
to
be
dealt
with
,
for
he
puts
all
sorts
of
rubbish
into
his
liquor
--
Indian
wood
and
burnt
cork
and
elderberry
juice
,
the
villain
!
Nevertheless
,
get
him
to
produce
a
bottle
from
what
he
calls
his
'
special
cellar
,
'
and
you
will
fancy
yourself
in
the
seventh
heaven
of
delight
.
And
what
quantities
of
champagne
we
drank
!
Compared
with
it
,
provincial
stuff
is
kvass
18
.
Try
to
imagine
not
merely
Clicquot
,
but
a
sort
of
blend
of
Clicquot
and
Matradura
--
Clicquot
of
double
strength
.
Also
Ponomarev
produced
a
bottle
of
French
stuff
which
he
calls
'
Bonbon
.
'
Had
it
a
bouquet
,
ask
you
?
Why
,
it
had
the
bouquet
of
a
rose
garden
,
of
anything
else
you
like
.
What
times
we
had
,
to
be
sure
!
Just
after
we
had
left
Pnomarev
's
place
,
some
prince
or
another
arrived
in
the
town
,
and
sent
out
for
some
champagne
;
but
not
a
bottle
was
there
left
,
for
the
officers
had
drunk
every
one
!
Why
,
I
myself
got
through
seventeen
bottles
at
a
sitting
.
"
"
Come
,
come
!
You
CA
N'T
have
got
through
seventeen
,
"
remarked
the
flaxen-haired
man
.
"
But
I
did
,
I
give
my
word
of
honour
,
"
retorted
Nozdrev
.
"
Imagine
what
you
like
,
but
you
did
n't
drink
even
TEN
bottles
at
a
sitting
.
"
"
Will
you
bet
that
I
did
not
?
"
"
No
;
for
what
would
be
the
use
of
betting
about
it
?
"
"
Then
at
least
wager
the
gun
which
you
have
bought
.
"
"
No
,
I
am
not
going
to
do
anything
of
the
kind
.
"
