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"
It
is
long
since
I
last
received
a
visitor
,
"
he
went
on
.
"
Also
,
I
feel
bound
to
say
that
I
can
see
little
good
in
their
coming
.
Once
introduce
the
abominable
custom
of
folk
paying
calls
,
and
forthwith
there
will
ensue
such
ruin
to
the
management
of
estates
that
landowners
will
be
forced
to
feed
their
horses
on
hay
.
Not
for
a
long
,
long
time
have
I
eaten
a
meal
away
from
home
--
although
my
own
kitchen
is
a
poor
one
,
and
has
its
chimney
in
such
a
state
that
,
were
it
to
become
overheated
,
it
would
instantly
catch
fire
.
"
"
What
a
brute
!
"
thought
Chichikov
.
"
I
am
lucky
to
have
got
through
so
much
pastry
and
stuffed
shoulder
of
mutton
at
Sobakevitch
's
!
"
"
Also
,
"
went
on
Plushkin
,
"
I
am
ashamed
to
say
that
hardly
a
wisp
of
fodder
does
the
place
contain
.
But
how
can
I
get
fodder
?
My
lands
are
small
,
and
the
peasantry
lazy
fellows
who
hate
work
and
think
of
nothing
but
the
tavern
.
In
the
end
,
therefore
,
I
shall
be
forced
to
go
and
spend
my
old
age
in
roaming
about
the
world
.
"
"
But
I
have
been
told
that
you
possess
over
a
thousand
serfs
?
"
said
Chichikov
.
"
Who
told
you
that
?
No
matter
who
it
was
,
you
would
have
been
justified
in
giving
him
the
lie
.
He
must
have
been
a
jester
who
wanted
to
make
a
fool
of
you
.
A
thousand
souls
,
indeed
!
Why
,
just
reckon
the
taxes
on
them
,
and
see
what
there
would
be
left
!
For
these
three
years
that
accursed
fever
has
been
killing
off
my
serfs
wholesale
.
"
"
Wholesale
,
you
say
?
"
echoed
Chichikov
,
greatly
interested
.
"
Yes
,
wholesale
,
"
replied
the
old
man
.
"
Then
might
I
ask
you
the
exact
number
?
"
"
Fully
eighty
.
"
