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"
What
?
You
do
n't
know
skinflint
Plushkin
who
feeds
his
people
so
badly
?
"
"
Of
course
I
do
!
"
exclaimed
the
fellow
,
and
added
thereto
an
uncomplimentary
expression
of
a
species
not
ordinarily
employed
in
polite
society
We
may
guess
that
it
was
a
pretty
apt
expression
,
since
long
after
the
man
had
become
lost
to
view
Chichikov
was
still
laughing
in
his
britchka
.
And
,
indeed
,
the
language
of
the
Russian
populace
is
always
forcible
in
its
phraseology
.
Chichikov
's
amusement
at
the
peasant
's
outburst
prevented
him
from
noticing
that
he
had
reached
the
centre
of
a
large
and
populous
village
;
but
,
presently
,
a
violent
jolt
aroused
him
to
the
fact
that
he
was
driving
over
wooden
pavements
of
a
kind
compared
with
which
the
cobblestones
of
the
town
had
been
as
nothing
.
Like
the
keys
of
a
piano
,
the
planks
kept
rising
and
falling
,
and
unguarded
passage
over
them
entailed
either
a
bump
on
the
back
of
the
neck
or
a
bruise
on
the
forehead
or
a
bite
on
the
tip
of
one
's
tongue
.
At
the
same
time
Chichikov
noticed
a
look
of
decay
about
the
buildings
of
the
village
.
The
beams
of
the
huts
had
grown
dark
with
age
,
many
of
their
roofs
were
riddled
with
holes
,
others
had
but
a
tile
of
the
roof
remaining
,
and
yet
others
were
reduced
to
the
rib-like
framework
of
the
same
.
It
would
seem
as
though
the
inhabitants
themselves
had
removed
the
laths
and
traverses
,
on
the
very
natural
plea
that
the
huts
were
no
protection
against
the
rain
,
and
therefore
,
since
the
latter
entered
in
bucketfuls
,
there
was
no
particular
object
to
be
gained
by
sitting
in
such
huts
when
all
the
time
there
was
the
tavern
and
the
highroad
and
other
places
to
resort
to
.
Suddenly
a
woman
appeared
from
an
outbuilding
--
apparently
the
housekeeper
of
the
mansion
,
but
so
roughly
and
dirtily
dressed
as
almost
to
seem
indistinguishable
from
a
man
.
Chichikov
inquired
for
the
master
of
the
place
.
"
He
is
not
at
home
,
"
she
replied
,
almost
before
her
interlocutor
had
had
time
to
finish
.
Then
she
added
:
"
What
do
you
want
with
him
?
"
"
I
have
some
business
to
do
,
"
said
Chichikov
.
"
Then
pray
walk
into
the
house
,
"
the
woman
advised
.
Then
she
turned
upon
him
a
back
that
was
smeared
with
flour
and
had
a
long
slit
in
the
lower
portion
of
its
covering
.
Entering
a
large
,
dark
hall
which
reeked
like
a
tomb
,
he
passed
into
an
equally
dark
parlour
that
was
lighted
only
by
such
rays
as
contrived
to
filter
through
a
crack
under
the
door
.
When
Chichikov
opened
the
door
in
question
,
the
spectacle
of
the
untidiness
within
struck
him
almost
with
amazement
.
It
would
seem
that
the
floor
was
never
washed
,
and
that
the
room
was
used
as
a
receptacle
for
every
conceivable
kind
of
furniture
.
On
a
table
stood
a
ragged
chair
,
with
,
beside
it
,
a
clock
minus
a
pendulum
and
covered
all
over
with
cobwebs
.
Against
a
wall
leant
a
cupboard
,
full
of
old
silver
,
glassware
,
and
china
.
On
a
writing
table
,
inlaid
with
mother-of-pearl
which
,
in
places
,
had
broken
away
and
left
behind
it
a
number
of
yellow
grooves
(
stuffed
with
putty
)
,
lay
a
pile
of
finely
written
manuscript
,
an
overturned
marble
press
(
turning
green
)
,
an
ancient
book
in
a
leather
cover
with
red
edges
,
a
lemon
dried
and
shrunken
to
the
dimensions
of
a
hazelnut
,
the
broken
arm
of
a
chair
,
a
tumbler
containing
the
dregs
of
some
liquid
and
three
flies
(
the
whole
covered
over
with
a
sheet
of
notepaper
)
,
a
pile
of
rags
,
two
ink-encrusted
pens
,
and
a
yellow
toothpick
with
which
the
master
of
the
house
had
picked
his
teeth
(
apparently
)
at
least
before
the
coming
of
the
French
to
Moscow
.
As
for
the
walls
,
they
were
hung
with
a
medley
of
pictures
.
Among
the
latter
was
a
long
engraving
of
a
battle
scene
,
wherein
soldiers
in
three-cornered
hats
were
brandishing
huge
drums
and
slender
lances
.
It
lacked
a
glass
,
and
was
set
in
a
frame
ornamented
with
bronze
fretwork
and
bronze
corner
rings
.
Beside
it
hung
a
huge
,
grimy
oil
painting
representative
of
some
flowers
and
fruit
,
half
a
water
melon
,
a
boar
's
head
,
and
the
pendent
form
of
a
dead
wild
duck
.
Attached
to
the
ceiling
there
was
a
chandelier
in
a
holland
covering
--
the
covering
so
dusty
as
closely
to
resemble
a
huge
cocoon
enclosing
a
caterpillar
.
Lastly
,
in
one
corner
of
the
room
lay
a
pile
of
articles
which
had
evidently
been
adjudged
unworthy
of
a
place
on
the
table
.
Yet
what
the
pile
consisted
of
it
would
have
been
difficult
to
say
,
seeing
that
the
dust
on
the
same
was
so
thick
that
any
hand
which
touched
it
would
have
at
once
resembled
a
glove
.
Prominently
protruding
from
the
pile
was
the
shaft
of
a
wooden
spade
and
the
antiquated
sole
of
a
shoe
.
Never
would
one
have
supposed
that
a
living
creature
had
tenanted
the
room
,
were
it
not
that
the
presence
of
such
a
creature
was
betrayed
by
the
spectacle
of
an
old
nightcap
resting
on
the
table
.
Whilst
Chichikov
was
gazing
at
this
extraordinary
mess
,
a
side
door
opened
and
there
entered
the
housekeeper
who
had
met
him
near
the
outbuildings
.
But
now
Chichikov
perceived
this
person
to
be
a
man
rather
than
a
woman
,
since
a
female
housekeeper
would
have
had
no
beard
to
shave
,
whereas
the
chin
of
the
newcomer
,
with
the
lower
portion
of
his
cheeks
,
strongly
resembled
the
curry-comb
which
is
used
for
grooming
horses
.
