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"
No
,
nothing
at
all
.
Ah
,
friend
Chichikov
,
what
times
we
had
!
Yes
,
give
me
a
glass
of
vodka
,
old
woman
.
What
sort
do
you
keep
?
"
"
Aniseed
.
"
"
Then
bring
me
a
glass
of
it
,
"
repeated
Nozdrev
.
"
And
one
for
me
as
well
,
"
added
the
flaxen-haired
man
.
"
At
the
theatre
,
"
went
on
Nozdrev
,
"
there
was
an
actress
who
sang
like
a
canary
.
Kuvshinnikov
,
who
happened
to
be
sitting
with
me
,
said
:
'
My
boy
,
you
had
better
go
and
gather
that
strawberry
.
'
As
for
the
booths
at
the
fair
,
they
numbered
,
I
should
say
,
fifty
.
"
At
this
point
he
broke
off
to
take
the
glass
of
vodka
from
the
landlady
,
who
bowed
low
in
acknowledgement
of
his
doing
so
.
At
the
same
moment
Porphyri
--
a
fellow
dressed
like
his
master
(
that
is
to
say
,
in
a
greasy
,
wadded
overcoat
)
--
entered
with
the
puppy
.
"
Put
the
brute
down
here
,
"
commanded
Nozdrev
,
"
and
then
fasten
it
up
.
"
Porphyri
deposited
the
animal
upon
the
floor
;
whereupon
it
proceeded
to
act
after
the
manner
of
dogs
.
"
THERE
'S
a
puppy
for
you
!
"
cried
Nozdrev
,
catching
hold
of
it
by
the
back
,
and
lifting
it
up
.
The
puppy
uttered
a
piteous
yelp
.
"
I
can
see
that
you
have
n't
done
what
I
told
you
to
do
,
"
he
continued
to
Porphyri
after
an
inspection
of
the
animal
's
belly
.
"
You
have
quite
forgotten
to
brush
him
.
"
"
I
DID
brush
him
,
"
protested
Porphyri
.
