nded by bursting into a burst of melody so striking that Selifan； after listening for a while； nodded his head and exclaimed； 〃My word； but the master CAN sing！〃
By the time they reached the town darkness had fallen； and changed the character of the scene。 The britchka bounded over the cobblestones； and at length turned into the hostelry's courtyard； where the travellers were met by Petrushka。 With one hand holding back the tails of his coat （which he never liked to see fly apart）； the valet assisted his master to alight。 The waiter ran out with candle in hand and napkin on shoulder。 Whether or not Petrushka was glad to see the barin return it is impossible to say； but at all events he exchanged a wink with Selifan； and his ordinarily morose exterior seemed momentarily to brighten。
〃Then you have been travelling far； sir？〃 said the waiter； as he lit the way upstarts。
〃Yes；〃 said Chichikov。 〃What has happened here in the meanwhile？〃
〃Nothing； sir；〃 replied the waiter； bowing； 〃except that last night there arrived a military lieutenant。 He has got room number sixteen。〃
〃A lieutenant？〃
〃Yes。 He came from Riazan； driving three grey horses。〃
On entering his room； Chichikov clapped his hand to his nose； and asked his valet why he had never had the windows opened。
〃But I did have them opened；〃 replied Petrushka。 Nevertheless this was a lie； as Chichikov well knew； though he was too tired to contest the point。 After ordering and consuming a light supper of sucking pig； he undressed； plunged beneath the bedclothes； and sank into the profound slumber which comes only to such fortunate folk as are troubled neither with mosquitoes nor fleas nor excessive activity of brain。
CHAPTER VII
When Chichikov awoke he stretched himself and realised that he had slept well。 For a moment or two he lay on his back； and then suddenly clapped his hands at the recollection that he was now owner of nearly four hundred souls。 At once he leapt out of bed without so much as glancing at his face in the mirror； though； as a rule； he had much solicitude for his features； and especially for his chin； of which he would make the most when in company with friends； and more particularly should any one happen to enter while he was engaged in the process of shaving。 〃Look how round my chin is！〃 was his usual formula。 On the present occasion； however； he looked neither at chin nor at any other feature； but at once donned his flower…embroidered slippers of morroco leather （the kind of slippers in which； thanks to the Russian love for a dressing…gowned existence； the town of Torzhok does such a huge trade）； and； clad only in a meagre shirt； so far forgot his elderliness and dignity as to cut a couple of capers after the fashion of a Scottish highlanderalighting neatly； each time； on the flat of his heels。 Only when he had done that did he proceed to business。 Planting himself before his dispatch…box； he rubbed his hands with a satisfaction worthy of an incorruptible rural magistrate when adjourning for luncheon； after which he extracted from the receptacle a bundle of papers。 These he had decided not to deposit with a lawyer； for the reason that he would hasten matters； as well as save expense； by himself framing and fair…copying the necessary deeds of indenture； and since he was thoroughly acquainted with the necessary terminology； he proceeded to inscribe in large characters the date； and then in smaller ones； his name and rank。 By two o'clock the whole was finished； and as he looked at the sheets of names representing bygone peasants who had ploughed； worked at handicrafts； cheated their masters； fetched； carried； and got drunk （though SOME of them may have behaved well）； there came over him a strange； unaccountable sensation。 To his eye each list of names seemed to possess a character of its own； and even individual peasants therein seemed to have taken on certain qualities peculiar to themselves。 For instance； to the majority of Madame Korobotchka's serfs there were appended nicknames and other additions； Plushkin's list was distinguished by a conciseness of exposition which had led to certain of the items being represented merely by Christian name； patronymic； and a couple of dots； and Sobakevitch's list was remarkable for its amplitude and circumstantiality； in that not a single peasant had such of his peculiar characteristics omitted as that the deceased had been 〃excellent at joinery；〃 or 〃sober and ready to pay attention to his work。〃 Also； in Sobakevitch's list there was recorded who had been the father and the mother of each of the deceased； and how those parents had behaved themselves。 Only against the name of a certain Thedotov was there inscribed： 〃Father unknown； Mother the maidservant Kapitolina； Morals and Honesty good。〃 These details communicated to the document a certain air of freshness； they seemed to connote that the peasants in question had lived but yesterday。 As Chichikov scanned the list he felt softened in spirit； and said with a sigh：
〃My friends； what a concourse of you is here！ How did you all pass your lives； my brethren？ And how did you all come to depart hence？〃
As he spoke his eyes halted at one name in particularthat of the same Peter Saveliev Neuvazhai Korito who had once been the property of the window Korobotchka。 Once more he could not help exclaiming：
〃What a series of titles！ They occupy a whole line！ Peter Saveliev； I wonder whether you were an artisan or a plain muzhik。 Also； I wonder how you came to meet your end； whether in a tavern； or whether through going to sleep in the middle of the road and being run over by a train of waggons。 Again； I see the name； 'Probka Stepan； carpenter； very sober。' That must be the hero of whom the Guards would have been so glad to get hold。 How well I can imagine him tramping the country with an axe in his belt and his boots on his shoulder； and living on a few groats'…worth of bread and dried fish per day； and taking home a couple of half…rouble pieces in his purse； and sewing the notes into his breeches； or stuffing them into his boots！ In what manner came you by your end； Probka Stepan？ Did you； for good wages； mount a scaffold around the cupola of the village church； and； climbing thence to the cross above； miss your footing on a beam； and fall headlong with none at hand but Uncle Michaithe good uncle who； scratching the back of his neck； and muttering； 'Ah； Vania； for once you have been too clever！' straightway lashed himself to a rope； and took your place？ 'Maksim Teliatnikov； shoemaker。' A shoemaker； indeed？ 'As drunk as a shoemaker；' says the proverb。 _I_ know what you were like； my friend。 If you wish； I will tell you your whole history。 You were apprenticed to a German； who fed you and your fellows at a common table； thrashed you with a strap； kept you indoors whenever you had made a mistake； and spoke of you in uncomplimentary terms to his wife and friends。 At length； when your apprenticeship was over； you said to yourself； 'I am going to set up on my own account； and not just to scrape together a kopeck here and a kopeck there； as the Germans do； but to grow rich quick。' Hence you took a shop at a high rent； bespoke a few orders； and set to work to buy up some rotten leather out of which you could make； on each pair of boots； a double profit。 But those boots split within a fortnight； and brought down upon your head dire showers of maledictions； with the result that gradually your shop grew empty of customers； and you fell to roaming the streets and exclaiming； 'The world is a very poor place indeed！ A Russian cannot make a living for German competition。' Well； well！ 'Elizabeta Vorobei！' But that is a WOMAN'S name！ How comes SHE to be on the list？ That villain Sobakevitch must have sneaked her in without my knowing it。〃
〃'Grigori Goiezhai…ne…Doiedesh；'〃 he went on。 〃What sort of a man were YOU； I wonder？ Were you a carrier who； having set up a team of three horses and a tilt waggon； left your home； your native hovel； for ever； and departed to cart merchandise to market？ Was it on the highway that you surrendered your soul to God； or did your friends first marry you to some fat； red…faced soldier's daughter； after which your harness and team of rough； but sturdy； horses caught a highwayman's fancy； and you； lying on your pallet； thought things over until； willy…nilly； you felt that you must get up and make for the tavern； thereafter blundering into an icehole？ Ah； our peasant of Russia！ Never do you welcome death when it comes！〃
〃And you； my friends？〃 continued Chichikov； turning to the sheet whereon were inscribed the names of Plushkin's absconded serfs。 〃Although you are still alive； what is the good of you？ You are practically dead。 Whither； I wonder； have your fugitive feet carried you？ Did you fare hardly at Plushkin's； or was it that your natural inclinations led you to prefer roaming the wilds and plundering travellers？ Are you； by this time； in gaol； or have you taken service with other masters for the tillage of their lands？ 'Eremei Kariakin； Nikita Volokita and Anton Volokita （son of the foregoing）。' To judge from your surnames； you would seem to have been born gadabouts＇1＇。 'Popov； household serf。' Probably you are an educated man； good Popov； and go in for polite thieving； as distinguished from the more vulgar cut…throat sort。 In my mind's eye I seem to see a Captain of Rural Police challenging you for being without a passport； whereupon you stake your all upon a single throw。 'To whom do you belong？' asks the Captain； probably adding to his question a forcible expletive。 'To such and such a landowner；' stoutly you reply。 'And what are you doing here？' continues the Captain。 'I have just received permission to go and earn my obrok；' is your fluent explanation。 'Then where is your passport？' 'At Miestchanin＇2＇ Pimenov's。' 'Pimenov's？ Then are you Pimenov himself？' 'Yes； I am Pimenov himself。' 'He has given you his passport？' 'No； he has not given me his passport。' 'Come； come！' shouts the Captain with another forcible expletive。 'You are lying！' 'No； I am not；' is your dogged reply。 'It is only that last night I could not return him his passport； because I came home late； so I handed it to Antip Prochorov； the bell…ringer； for him to take car