f the gates of the inn； and the vehicle began to jolt over the cobblestones。 Yet a feeling which he could not altogether have defined filled his breast as he gazed upon the houses and the streets and the garden walls which he might never see again。 Presently； on turning a corner； the britchka was brought to a halt through the fact that along the street there was filing a seemingly endless funeral procession。 Leaning forward in his britchka； Chichikov asked Petrushka whose obsequies the procession represented； and was told that they represented those of the Public Prosecutor。 Disagreeably shocked； our hero hastened to raise the hood of the vehicle； to draw the curtains across the windows； and to lean back into a corner。 While the britchka remained thus halted Selifan and Petrushka； their caps doffed； sat watching the progress of the cortege； after they had received strict instructions not to greet any fellow…servant whom they might recognise。 Behind the hearse walked the whole body of tchinovniks； bare…headed； and though； for a moment or two； Chichikov feared that some of their number might discern him in his britchka； he need not have disturbed himself； since their attention was otherwise engaged。 In fact； they were not even exchanging the small talk customary among members of such processions； but thinking exclusively of their own affairs； of the advent of the new Governor…General； and of the probable manner in which he would take up the reins of administration。 Next came a number of carriages； from the windows of which peered the ladies in mourning toilets。 Yet the movements of their hands and lips made it evident that they were indulging in animated conversationprobably about the Governor…General； the balls which he might be expected to give； and their own eternal fripperies and gewgaws。 Lastly came a few empty drozhkis。 As soon as the latter had passed； our hero was able to continue on his way。 Throwing back the hood of the britchka； he said to himself：
〃Ah； good friend； you have lived your life； and now it is over！ In the newspapers they will say of you that you died regretted not only by your subordinates； but also by humanity at large； as well as that； a respected citizen； a kind father； and a husband beyond reproach； you went to your grave amid the tears of your widow and orphans。 Yet； should those journals be put to it to name any particular circumstance which justified this eulogy of you； they would be forced to fall back upon the fact that you grew a pair of exceptionally thick eyebrows！〃
With that Chichikov bid Selifan quicken his pace； and concluded： 〃After all； it is as well that I encountered the procession； for they say that to meet a funeral is lucky。〃
Presently the britchka turned into some less frequented streets； lines of wooden fencing of the kind which mark the outskirts of a town began to file by； the cobblestones came to an end； the macadam of the highroad succeeded to them； and once more there began on either side of the turnpike a procession of verst stones； road menders； and grey villages； inns with samovars and peasant women and landlords who came running out of yards with seivefuls of oats； pedestrians in worn shoes which； it might be； had covered eight hundred versts； little towns； bright with booths for the sale of flour in barrels； boots； small loaves； and other trifles； heaps of slag； much repaired bridges； expanses of field to right and to left； stout landowners； a mounted soldier bearing a green； iron…clamped box inscribed： 〃The th Battery of Artillery〃； long strips of freshly…tilled earth which gleamed green； yellow； and black on the face of the countryside。 With it mingled long…drawn singing； glimpses of elm…tops amid mist； the far…off notes of bells； endless clouds of rocks； and the illimitable line of the horizon。
Ah； Russia； Russia； from my beautiful home in a strange land I can still see you！ In you everything is poor and disordered and unhomely； in you the eye is neither cheered nor dismayed by temerities of nature which a yet more temerarious art has conquered； in you one beholds no cities with lofty； many…windowed mansions； lofty as crags； no picturesque trees； no ivy…clad ruins； no waterfalls with their everlasting spray and roar； no beetling precipices which confuse the brain with their stony immensity； no vistas of vines and ivy and millions of wild roses and ageless lines of blue hills which look almost unreal against the clear； silvery background of the sky。 In you everything is flat and open； your towns project like points or signals from smooth levels of plain； and nothing whatsoever enchants or deludes the eye。 Yet what secret； what invincible force draws me to you？ Why does there ceaselessly echo and re…echo in my ears the sad song which hovers throughout the length and the breadth of your borders？ What is the burden of that song？ Why does it wail and sob and catch at my heart？ What say the notes which thus painfully caress and embrace my soul； and flit； uttering their lamentations； around me？ What is it you seek of me； O Russia？ What is the hidden bond which subsists between us？ Why do you regard me as you do？ Why does everything within you turn upon me eyes full of yearning？ Even at this moment； as I stand dumbly； fixedly； perplexedly contemplating your vastness； a menacing cloud； charged with gathering rain； seems to overshadow my head。 What is it that your boundless expanses presage？ Do they not presage that one day there will arise in you ideas as boundless as yourself？ Do they not presage that one day you too will know no limits？ Do they not presage that one day； when again you shall have room for their exploits； there will spring to life the heroes of old？ How the power of your immensity enfolds me； and reverberates through all my being with a wild； strange spell； and flashes in my eyes with an almost supernatural radiance！ Yes； a strange； brilliant； unearthly vista indeed do you disclose； O Russia； country of mine！
〃Stop； stop； you fool！〃 shouted Chichikov to Selifan； and even as he spoke a troika； bound on Government business； came chattering by； and disappeared in a cloud of dust。 To Chichikov's curses at Selifan for not having drawn out of the way with more alacrity a rural constable with moustaches of the length of an arshin added his quota。
What a curious and attractive； yet also what an unreal； fascination the term 〃highway〃 connotes！ And how interesting for its own sake is a highway！ Should the day be a fine one （though chilly） in mellowing autumn； press closer your travelling cloak； and draw down your cap over your ears； and snuggle cosily； comfortably into a corner of the britchka before a last shiver shall course through your limbs； and the ensuing warmth shall put to flight the autumnal cold and damp。 As the horses gallop on their way； how delightfully will drowsiness come stealing upon you； and make your eyelids droop！ For a while； through your somnolence； you will continue to hear the hard breathing of the team and the rumbling of the wheels； but at length； sinking back into your corner； you will relapse into the stage of snoring。 And when you awakebehold！ you will find that five stages have slipped away； and that the moon is shining； and that you have reached a strange town of churches and old wooden cupolas and blackened spires and white； half…timbered houses！ And as the moonlight glints hither and thither； almost you will believe that the walls and the streets and the pavements of the place are spread with sheetssheets shot with coal…black shadows which make the wooden roofs look all the brighter under the slanting beams of the pale luminary。 Nowhere is a soul to be seen； for every one is plunged in slumber。 Yet no。 In a solitary window a light is flickering where some good burgher is mending his boots； or a baker drawing a batch of dough。 O night and powers of heaven； how perfect is the blackness of your infinite vaulthow lofty； how remote its inaccessible depths where it lies spread in an intangible； yet audible； silence！ Freshly does the lulling breath of night blow in your face； until once more you relapse into snoring oblivion； and your poor neighbour turns angrily in his corner as he begins to be conscious of your weight。 Then again you awake； but this time to find yourself confronted with only fields and steppes。 Everywhere in the ascendant is the desolation of space。 But suddenly the ciphers on a verst stone leap to the eye！ Morning is rising； and on the chill； gradually paling line of the horizon you can see gleaming a faint gold streak。 The wind freshens and grows keener； and you snuggle closer in your cloak； yet how glorious is that freshness； and how marvellous the sleep in which once again you become enfolded！ A jolt！and for the last time you return to consciousness。 By now the sun is high in the heavens； and you hear a voice cry 〃gently； gently！〃 as a farm waggon issues from a by…road。 Below； enclosed within an ample dike； stretches a sheet of water which glistens like copper in the sunlight。 Beyond； on the side of a slope； lie some scattered peasants' huts； a manor house； and； flanking the latter； a village church with its cross flashing like a star。 There also comes wafted to your ear the sound of peasants' laughter； while in your inner man you are becoming conscious of an appetite which is not to be withstood。
Oh long…drawn highway； how excellent you are！ How often have I in weariness and despondency set forth upon your length； and found in you salvation and rest！ How often； as I followed your leading； have I been visited with wonderful thoughts and poetic dreams and curious； wild impressions！
At this moment our friend Chichikov also was experiencing visions of a not wholly prosaic nature。 Let us peep into his soul and share them。 At first he remained unconscious of anything whatsoever； for he was too much engaged in making sure that he was really clear of the town； but as soon as he saw that it had completely disappeared； with its mills and factories and other urban appurtenances； and that even the steeples of the white stone churches had sunk below the horizon； he turned his attention to the road； and the town of N。 vanished from his thoughts as completely as though he had not seen it since childhood。 Again； in its turn； the