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"
Manilovka
,
eh
?
Well
,
you
must
continue
for
another
verst
,
and
then
you
will
see
it
straight
before
you
,
on
the
right
.
"
"
On
the
right
?
"
re-echoed
the
coachman
.
"
Yes
,
on
the
right
,
"
affirmed
the
peasant
.
"
You
are
on
the
proper
road
for
Manilovka
,
but
ZAmanilovka
--
well
,
there
is
no
such
place
.
The
house
you
mean
is
called
Manilovka
because
Manilovka
is
its
name
;
but
no
house
at
all
is
called
ZAmanilovka
.
The
house
you
mean
stands
there
,
on
that
hill
,
and
is
a
stone
house
in
which
a
gentleman
lives
,
and
its
name
is
Manilovka
;
but
ZAmanilovka
does
not
stand
hereabouts
,
nor
ever
has
stood
.
"
So
the
travellers
proceeded
in
search
of
Manilovka
,
and
,
after
driving
an
additional
two
versts
,
arrived
at
a
spot
whence
there
branched
off
a
by-road
.
Yet
two
,
three
,
or
four
versts
of
the
by-road
had
been
covered
before
they
saw
the
least
sign
of
a
two-storied
stone
mansion
.
Then
it
was
that
Chichikov
suddenly
recollected
that
,
when
a
friend
has
invited
one
to
visit
his
country
house
,
and
has
said
that
the
distance
thereto
is
fifteen
versts
,
the
distance
is
sure
to
turn
out
to
be
at
least
thirty
.
Not
many
people
would
have
admired
the
situation
of
Manilov
's
abode
,
for
it
stood
on
an
isolated
rise
and
was
open
to
every
wind
that
blew
.
On
the
slope
of
the
rise
lay
closely-mown
turf
,
while
,
disposed
here
and
there
,
after
the
English
fashion
,
were
flower-beds
containing
clumps
of
lilac
and
yellow
acacia
.
Also
,
there
were
a
few
insignificant
groups
of
slender-leaved
,
pointed-tipped
birch
trees
,
with
,
under
two
of
the
latter
,
an
arbour
having
a
shabby
green
cupola
,
some
blue-painted
wooden
supports
,
and
the
inscription
"
This
is
the
Temple
of
Solitary
Thought
.
"
Lower
down
the
slope
lay
a
green-coated
pond
--
green-coated
ponds
constitute
a
frequent
spectacle
in
the
gardens
of
Russian
landowners
;
and
,
lastly
,
from
the
foot
of
the
declivity
there
stretched
a
line
of
mouldy
,
log-built
huts
which
,
for
some
obscure
reason
or
another
,
our
hero
set
himself
to
count
.
Up
to
two
hundred
or
more
did
he
count
,
but
nowhere
could
he
perceive
a
single
leaf
of
vegetation
or
a
single
stick
of
timber
.
The
only
thing
to
greet
the
eye
was
the
logs
of
which
the
huts
were
constructed
.
Nevertheless
the
scene
was
to
a
certain
extent
enlivened
by
the
spectacle
of
two
peasant
women
who
,
with
clothes
picturesquely
tucked
up
,
were
wading
knee-deep
in
the
pond
and
dragging
behind
them
,
with
wooden
handles
,
a
ragged
fishing-net
,
in
the
meshes
of
which
two
crawfish
and
a
roach
with
glistening
scales
were
entangled
.
The
women
appeared
to
have
cause
of
dispute
between
themselves
--
to
be
rating
one
another
about
something
.
In
the
background
,
and
to
one
side
of
the
house
,
showed
a
faint
,
dusky
blur
of
pinewood
,
and
even
the
weather
was
in
keeping
with
the
surroundings
,
since
the
day
was
neither
clear
nor
dull
,
but
of
the
grey
tint
which
may
be
noted
in
uniforms
of
garrison
soldiers
which
have
seen
long
service
.
To
complete
the
picture
,
a
cock
,
the
recognised
harbinger
of
atmospheric
mutations
,
was
present
;
and
,
in
spite
of
the
fact
that
a
certain
connection
with
affairs
of
gallantry
had
led
to
his
having
had
his
head
pecked
bare
by
other
cocks
,
he
flapped
a
pair
of
wings
--
appendages
as
bare
as
two
pieces
of
bast
--
and
crowed
loudly
.
As
Chichikov
approached
the
courtyard
of
the
mansion
he
caught
sight
of
his
host
(
clad
in
a
green
frock
coat
)
standing
on
the
verandah
and
pressing
one
hand
to
his
eyes
to
shield
them
from
the
sun
and
so
get
a
better
view
of
the
approaching
carriage
.
In
proportion
as
the
britchka
drew
nearer
and
nearer
to
the
verandah
,
the
host
's
eyes
assumed
a
more
and
more
delighted
expression
,
and
his
smile
a
broader
and
broader
sweep
.
"
Paul
Ivanovitch
!
"
he
exclaimed
when
at
length
Chichikov
leapt
from
the
vehicle
.
"
Never
should
I
have
believed
that
you
would
have
remembered
us
!
"
The
two
friends
exchanged
hearty
embraces
,
and
Manilov
then
conducted
his
guest
to
the
drawing-room
.
During
the
brief
time
that
they
are
traversing
the
hall
,
the
anteroom
,
and
the
dining-room
,
let
me
try
to
say
something
concerning
the
master
of
the
house
.
But
such
an
undertaking
bristles
with
difficulties
--
it
promises
to
be
a
far
less
easy
task
than
the
depicting
of
some
outstanding
personality
which
calls
but
for
a
wholesale
dashing
of
colours
upon
the
canvas
--
the
colours
of
a
pair
of
dark
,
burning
eyes
,
a
pair
of
dark
,
beetling
brows
,
a
forehead
seamed
with
wrinkles
,
a
black
,
or
a
fiery-red
,
cloak
thrown
backwards
over
the
shoulder
,
and
so
forth
,
and
so
forth
.
Yet
,
so
numerous
are
Russian
serf
owners
that
,
though
careful
scrutiny
reveals
to
one
's
sight
a
quantity
of
outre
peculiarities
,
they
are
,
as
a
class
,
exceedingly
difficult
to
portray
,
and
one
needs
to
strain
one
's
faculties
to
the
utmost
before
it
becomes
possible
to
pick
out
their
variously
subtle
,
their
almost
invisible
,
features
.
