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"
I
should
be
sorry
to
tell
you
the
way
to
the
house
of
such
a
cur
,
"
said
Sobakevitch
.
"
A
man
had
far
better
go
to
hell
than
to
Plushkin
's
.
"
"
Quite
so
,
"
responded
Chichikov
.
"
My
only
reason
for
asking
you
is
that
it
interests
me
to
become
acquainted
with
any
and
every
sort
of
locality
.
"
To
the
shoulder
of
mutton
there
succeeded
,
in
turn
,
cutlets
(
each
one
larger
than
a
plate
)
,
a
turkey
of
about
the
size
of
a
calf
,
eggs
,
rice
,
pastry
,
and
every
conceivable
thing
which
could
possibly
be
put
into
a
stomach
.
There
the
meal
ended
.
When
he
rose
from
table
Chichikov
felt
as
though
a
pood
's
weight
were
inside
him
.
In
the
drawing-room
the
company
found
dessert
awaiting
them
in
the
shape
of
pears
,
plums
,
and
apples
;
but
since
neither
host
nor
guest
could
tackle
these
particular
dainties
the
hostess
removed
them
to
another
room
.
Taking
advantage
of
her
absence
,
Chichikov
turned
to
Sobakevitch
(
who
,
prone
in
an
armchair
,
seemed
,
after
his
ponderous
meal
,
to
be
capable
of
doing
little
beyond
belching
and
grunting
--
each
such
grunt
or
belch
necessitating
a
subsequent
signing
of
the
cross
over
the
mouth
)
,
and
intimated
to
him
a
desire
to
have
a
little
private
conversation
concerning
a
certain
matter
.
At
this
moment
the
hostess
returned
.
"
Here
is
more
dessert
,
"
she
said
.
"
Pray
have
a
few
radishes
stewed
in
honey
.
"
"
Later
,
later
,
"
replied
Sobakevitch
.
"
Do
you
go
to
your
room
,
and
Paul
Ivanovitch
and
I
will
take
off
our
coats
and
have
a
nap
.
"
Upon
this
the
good
lady
expressed
her
readiness
to
send
for
feather
beds
and
cushions
,
but
her
husband
expressed
a
preference
for
slumbering
in
an
armchair
,
and
she
therefore
departed
.
When
she
had
gone
Sobakevitch
inclined
his
head
in
an
attitude
of
willingness
to
listen
to
Chichikov
's
business
.
Our
hero
began
in
a
sort
of
detached
manner
--
touching
lightly
upon
the
subject
of
the
Russian
Empire
,
and
expatiating
upon
the
immensity
of
the
same
,
and
saying
that
even
the
Empire
of
Ancient
Rome
had
been
of
considerably
smaller
dimensions
.
Meanwhile
Sobakevitch
sat
with
his
head
drooping
.
From
that
Chichikov
went
on
to
remark
that
,
according
to
the
statutes
of
the
said
Russian
Empire
(
which
yielded
to
none
in
glory
--
so
much
so
that
foreigners
marvelled
at
it
)
,
peasants
on
the
census
lists
who
had
ended
their
earthly
careers
were
nevertheless
,
on
the
rendering
of
new
lists
,
returned
equally
with
the
living
,
to
the
end
that
the
courts
might
be
relieved
of
a
multitude
of
trifling
,
useless
emendations
which
might
complicate
the
already
sufficiently
complex
mechanism
of
the
State
.
Nevertheless
,
said
Chichikov
,
the
general
equity
of
this
measure
did
not
obviate
a
certain
amount
of
annoyance
to
landowners
,
since
it
forced
them
to
pay
upon
a
non-living
article
the
tax
due
upon
a
living
.
Hence
(
our
hero
concluded
)
he
(
Chichikov
)
was
prepared
,
owing
to
the
personal
respect
which
he
felt
for
Sobakevitch
,
to
relieve
him
,
in
part
,
of
the
irksome
obligation
referred
to
(
in
passing
,
it
may
be
said
that
Chichikov
referred
to
his
principal
point
only
guardedly
,
for
he
called
the
souls
which
he
was
seeking
not
"
dead
,
"
but
"
non-existent
"
)
.
Meanwhile
Sobakevitch
listened
with
bent
head
;
though
something
like
a
trace
of
expression
dawned
in
his
face
as
he
did
so
.
Ordinarily
his
body
lacked
a
soul
--
or
,
if
he
did
possess
a
soul
,
he
seemed
to
keep
it
elsewhere
than
where
it
ought
to
have
been
;
so
that
,
buried
beneath
mountains
(
as
it
were
)
or
enclosed
within
a
massive
shell
,
its
movements
produced
no
sort
of
agitation
on
the
surface
.
"
Well
?
"
said
Chichikov
--
though
not
without
a
certain
tremor
of
diffidence
as
to
the
possible
response
.
