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At
this
point
Chichikov
,
without
waiting
for
Nozdrev
's
reply
,
seized
his
cap
,
slipped
behind
the
Superintendent
's
back
,
rushed
out
on
to
the
verandah
,
sprang
into
his
britchka
,
and
ordered
Selifan
to
drive
like
the
wind
.
Certainly
Chichikov
was
a
thorough
coward
,
for
,
although
the
britchka
pursued
its
headlong
course
until
Nozdrev
's
establishment
had
disappeared
behind
hillocks
and
hedgerows
,
our
hero
continued
to
glance
nervously
behind
him
,
as
though
every
moment
expecting
to
see
a
stern
chase
begin
.
His
breath
came
with
difficulty
,
and
when
he
tried
his
heart
with
his
hands
he
could
feel
it
fluttering
like
a
quail
caught
in
a
net
.
"
What
a
sweat
the
fellow
has
thrown
me
into
!
"
he
thought
to
himself
,
while
many
a
dire
and
forceful
aspiration
passed
through
his
mind
.
Indeed
,
the
expressions
to
which
he
gave
vent
were
most
inelegant
in
their
nature
.
But
what
was
to
be
done
next
?
He
was
a
Russian
and
thoroughly
aroused
.
The
affair
had
been
no
joke
.
"
But
for
the
Superintendent
,
"
he
reflected
,
"
I
might
never
again
have
looked
upon
God
's
daylight
--
I
might
have
vanished
like
a
bubble
on
a
pool
,
and
left
neither
trace
nor
posterity
nor
property
nor
an
honourable
name
for
my
future
offspring
to
inherit
!
"
(
it
seemed
that
our
hero
was
particularly
anxious
with
regard
to
his
possible
issue
)
.
"
What
a
scurvy
barin
!
"
mused
Selifan
as
he
drove
along
.
"
Never
have
I
seen
such
a
barin
.
I
should
like
to
spit
in
his
face
.
'
Tis
better
to
allow
a
man
nothing
to
eat
than
to
refuse
to
feed
a
horse
properly
.
A
horse
needs
his
oats
--
they
are
his
proper
fare
.
Even
if
you
make
a
man
procure
a
meal
at
his
own
expense
,
do
n't
deny
a
horse
his
oats
,
for
he
ought
always
to
have
them
.
"
An
equally
poor
opinion
of
Nozdrev
seemed
to
be
cherished
also
by
the
steeds
,
for
not
only
were
the
bay
and
the
Assessor
clearly
out
of
spirits
,
but
even
the
skewbald
was
wearing
a
dejected
air
.
True
,
at
home
the
skewbald
got
none
but
the
poorer
sorts
of
oats
to
eat
,
and
Selifan
never
filled
his
trough
without
having
first
called
him
a
villain
;
but
at
least
they
WERE
oats
,
and
not
hay
--
they
were
stuff
which
could
be
chewed
with
a
certain
amount
of
relish
.
Also
,
there
was
the
fact
that
at
intervals
he
could
intrude
his
long
nose
into
his
companions
'
troughs
(
especially
when
Selifan
happened
to
be
absent
from
the
stable
)
and
ascertain
what
THEIR
provender
was
like
.
But
at
Nozdrev
's
there
had
been
nothing
but
hay
!
That
was
not
right
.
All
three
horses
felt
greatly
discontented
.
But
presently
the
malcontents
had
their
reflections
cut
short
in
a
very
rude
and
unexpected
manner
.
That
is
to
say
,
they
were
brought
back
to
practicalities
by
coming
into
violent
collision
with
a
six-horsed
vehicle
,
while
upon
their
heads
descended
both
a
babel
of
cries
from
the
ladies
inside
and
a
storm
of
curses
and
abuse
from
the
coachman
.
"
Ah
,
you
damned
fool
!
"
he
vociferated
.
"
I
shouted
to
you
loud
enough
!
Draw
out
,
you
old
raven
,
and
keep
to
the
right
!
Are
you
drunk
?
"
Selifan
himself
felt
conscious
that
he
had
been
careless
,
but
since
a
Russian
does
not
care
to
admit
a
fault
in
the
presence
of
strangers
,
he
retorted
with
dignity
:
"
Why
have
you
run
into
US
?
Did
you
leave
your
eyes
behind
you
at
the
last
tavern
that
you
stopped
at
?
"
With
that
he
started
to
back
the
britchka
,
in
the
hope
that
it
might
get
clear
of
the
other
's
harness
;
but
this
would
not
do
,
for
the
pair
were
too
hopelessly
intertwined
.
Meanwhile
the
skewbald
snuffed
curiously
at
his
new
acquaintances
as
they
stood
planted
on
either
side
of
him
;
while
the
ladies
in
the
vehicle
regarded
the
scene
with
an
expression
of
terror
.
One
of
them
was
an
old
woman
,
and
the
other
a
damsel
of
about
sixteen
.
A
mass
of
golden
hair
fell
daintily
from
a
small
head
,
and
the
oval
of
her
comely
face
was
as
shapely
as
an
egg
,
and
white
with
the
transparent
whiteness
seen
when
the
hands
of
a
housewife
hold
a
new-laid
egg
to
the
light
to
let
the
sun
's
rays
filter
through
its
shell
.
The
same
tint
marked
the
maiden
's
ears
where
they
glowed
in
the
sunshine
,
and
,
in
short
,
what
with
the
tears
in
her
wide-open
,
arresting
eyes
,
she
presented
so
attractive
a
picture
that
our
hero
bestowed
upon
it
more
than
a
passing
glance
before
he
turned
his
attention
to
the
hubbub
which
was
being
raised
among
the
horses
and
the
coachmen
.
"
Back
out
,
you
rook
of
Nizhni
Novgorod
!
"
the
strangers
'
coachman
shouted
.
Selifan
tightened
his
reins
,
and
the
other
driver
did
the
same
.
The
horses
stepped
back
a
little
,
and
then
came
together
again
--
this
time
getting
a
leg
or
two
over
the
traces
.
In
fact
,
so
pleased
did
the
skewbald
seem
with
his
new
friends
that
he
refused
to
stir
from
the
melee
into
which
an
unforeseen
chance
had
plunged
him
.
Laying
his
muzzle
lovingly
upon
the
neck
of
one
of
his
recently-acquired
acquaintances
,
he
seemed
to
be
whispering
something
in
that
acquaintance
's
ear
--
and
whispering
pretty
nonsense
,
too
,
to
judge
from
the
way
in
which
that
confidant
kept
shaking
his
ears
.
