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"
I
can
not
,
Michael
Semenovitch
.
Believe
me
,
I
can
not
.
What
a
man
can
not
do
,
that
he
can
not
do
.
"
The
speaker
ended
by
advancing
another
half-rouble
per
head
.
"
But
why
hang
back
with
your
money
?
"
said
Sobakevitch
.
"
Of
a
truth
I
am
not
asking
much
of
you
.
Any
other
rascal
than
myself
would
have
cheated
you
by
selling
you
old
rubbish
instead
of
good
,
genuine
souls
,
whereas
I
should
be
ready
to
give
you
of
my
best
,
even
were
you
buying
only
nut-kernels
.
For
instance
,
look
at
wheelwright
Michiev
.
Never
was
there
such
a
one
to
build
spring
carts
!
And
his
handiwork
was
not
like
your
Moscow
handiwork
--
good
only
for
an
hour
.
No
,
he
did
it
all
himself
,
even
down
to
the
varnishing
.
"
Chichikov
opened
his
mouth
to
remark
that
,
nevertheless
,
the
said
Michiev
had
long
since
departed
this
world
;
but
Sobakevitch
's
eloquence
had
got
too
thoroughly
into
its
stride
to
admit
of
any
interruption
.
"
And
look
,
too
,
at
Probka
Stepan
,
the
carpenter
,
"
his
host
went
on
.
"
I
will
wager
my
head
that
nowhere
else
would
you
find
such
a
workman
.
What
a
strong
fellow
he
was
!
He
had
served
in
the
Guards
,
and
the
Lord
only
knows
what
they
had
given
for
him
,
seeing
that
he
was
over
three
arshins
in
height
.
"
Again
Chichikov
tried
to
remark
that
Probka
was
dead
,
but
Sobakevitch
's
tongue
was
borne
on
the
torrent
of
its
own
verbiage
,
and
the
only
thing
to
be
done
was
to
listen
.
"
And
Milushkin
,
the
bricklayer
!
He
could
build
a
stove
in
any
house
you
liked
!
And
Maksim
Teliatnikov
,
the
bootmaker
!
Anything
that
he
drove
his
awl
into
became
a
pair
of
boots
--
and
boots
for
which
you
would
be
thankful
,
although
he
WAS
a
bit
foul
of
the
mouth
.
And
Eremi
Sorokoplechin
,
too
!
He
was
the
best
of
the
lot
,
and
used
to
work
at
his
trade
in
Moscow
,
where
he
paid
a
tax
of
five
hundred
roubles
.
Well
,
THERE
'S
an
assortment
of
serfs
for
you
!
--
a
very
different
assortment
from
what
Plushkin
would
sell
you
!
"
"
But
permit
me
,
"
at
length
put
in
Chichikov
,
astounded
at
this
flood
of
eloquence
to
which
there
appeared
to
be
no
end
.
"
Permit
me
,
I
say
,
to
inquire
why
you
enumerate
the
talents
of
the
deceased
,
seeing
that
they
are
all
of
them
dead
,
and
that
therefore
there
can
be
no
sense
in
doing
so
.
'
A
dead
body
is
only
good
to
prop
a
fence
with
,
'
says
the
proverb
.
"
"
Of
course
they
are
dead
,
"
replied
Sobakevitch
,
but
rather
as
though
the
idea
had
only
just
occurred
to
him
,
and
was
giving
him
food
for
thought
.
"
But
tell
me
,
now
:
what
is
the
use
of
listing
them
as
still
alive
?
And
what
is
the
use
of
them
themselves
?
They
are
flies
,
not
human
beings
.
"
