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"
That
cock
wo
n't
fight
.
Say
at
once
that
you
refuse
to
play
with
me
.
"
And
Nozdrev
approached
a
step
nearer
.
"
Very
well
;
I
DO
say
that
,
"
replied
Chichikov
,
and
at
the
same
moment
raised
his
hands
towards
his
face
,
for
the
dispute
was
growing
heated
.
Nor
was
the
act
of
caution
altogether
unwarranted
,
for
Nozdrev
also
raised
his
fist
,
and
it
may
be
that
one
of
our
hero
's
plump
,
pleasant-looking
cheeks
would
have
sustained
an
indelible
insult
had
not
he
(
Chichikov
)
parried
the
blow
and
,
seizing
Nozdrev
by
his
whirling
arms
,
held
them
fast
.
"
Porphyri
!
Pavlushka
!
"
shouted
Nozdrev
as
madly
he
strove
to
free
himself
.
On
hearing
the
words
,
Chichikov
,
both
because
he
wished
to
avoid
rendering
the
servants
witnesses
of
the
unedifying
scene
and
because
he
felt
that
it
would
be
of
no
avail
to
hold
Nozdrev
any
longer
,
let
go
of
the
latter
's
arms
;
but
at
the
same
moment
Porphyri
and
Pavlushka
entered
the
room
--
a
pair
of
stout
rascals
with
whom
it
would
be
unwise
to
meddle
.
"
Do
you
,
or
do
you
not
,
intend
to
finish
the
game
?
"
said
Nozdrev
.
"
Give
me
a
direct
answer
.
"
"
No
;
it
will
not
be
possible
to
finish
the
game
,
"
replied
Chichikov
,
glancing
out
of
the
window
.
He
could
see
his
britchka
standing
ready
for
him
,
and
Selifan
evidently
awaiting
orders
to
draw
up
to
the
entrance
steps
.
But
from
the
room
there
was
no
escape
,
since
in
the
doorway
was
posted
the
couple
of
well-built
serving-men
.
"
Then
it
is
as
I
say
?
You
refuse
to
finish
the
game
?
"
repeated
Nozdrev
,
his
face
as
red
as
fire
.
"
I
would
have
finished
it
had
you
played
like
a
man
of
honour
.
But
,
as
it
is
,
I
can
not
.
"
"
You
can
not
,
eh
,
you
villain
?
You
find
that
you
can
not
as
soon
as
you
find
that
you
are
not
winning
?
Thrash
him
,
you
fellows
!
"
And
as
he
spoke
Nozdrev
grasped
the
cherrywood
shank
of
his
pipe
.
Chichikov
turned
as
white
as
a
sheet
.
He
tried
to
say
something
,
but
his
quivering
lips
emitted
no
sound
.
"
Thrash
him
!
"
again
shouted
Nozdrev
as
he
rushed
forward
in
a
state
of
heat
and
perspiration
more
proper
to
a
warrior
who
is
attacking
an
impregnable
fortress
.
"
Thrash
him
!
"
again
he
shouted
in
a
voice
like
that
of
some
half-demented
lieutenant
whose
desperate
bravery
has
acquired
such
a
reputation
that
orders
have
had
to
be
issued
that
his
hands
shall
be
held
lest
he
attempt
deeds
of
over-presumptuous
daring
.
Seized
with
the
military
spirit
,
however
,
the
lieutenant
's
head
begins
to
whirl
,
and
before
his
eye
there
flits
the
image
of
Suvorov
21
.
He
advances
to
the
great
encounter
,
and
impulsively
cries
,
"
Forward
,
my
sons
!
"
--
cries
it
without
reflecting
that
he
may
be
spoiling
the
plan
of
the
general
attack
,
that
millions
of
rifles
may
be
protruding
their
muzzles
through
the
embrasures
of
the
impregnable
,
towering
walls
of
the
fortress
,
that
his
own
impotent
assault
may
be
destined
to
be
dissipated
like
dust
before
the
wind
,
and
that
already
there
may
have
been
launched
on
its
whistling
career
the
bullet
which
is
to
close
for
ever
his
vociferous
throat
.
However
,
if
Nozdrev
resembled
the
headstrong
,
desperate
lieutenant
whom
we
have
just
pictured
as
advancing
upon
a
fortress
,
at
least
the
fortress
itself
in
no
way
resembled
the
impregnable
stronghold
which
I
have
described
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
the
fortress
became
seized
with
a
panic
which
drove
its
spirit
into
its
boots
.
First
of
all
,
the
chair
with
which
Chichikov
(
the
fortress
in
question
)
sought
to
defend
himself
was
wrested
from
his
grasp
by
the
serfs
,
and
then
--
blinking
and
neither
alive
nor
dead
--
he
turned
to
parry
the
Circassian
pipe-stem
of
his
host
.
In
fact
,
God
only
knows
what
would
have
happened
had
not
the
fates
been
pleased
by
a
miracle
to
deliver
Chichikov
's
elegant
back
and
shoulders
from
the
onslaught
.
Suddenly
,
and
as
unexpectedly
as
though
the
sound
had
come
from
the
clouds
,
there
made
itself
heard
the
tinkling
notes
of
a
collar-bell
,
and
then
the
rumble
of
wheels
approaching
the
entrance
steps
,
and
,
lastly
,
the
snorting
and
hard
breathing
of
a
team
of
horses
as
a
vehicle
came
to
a
standstill
