intanceshipbetter still； of friendshipwith them； to acquire the souls for nothing； and so to avoid purchase at all。 In passing； my readers must not blame me if the characters whom they have encountered in these pages have not been altogether to their liking。 The fault is Chichikov's rather than mine； for he is the master； and where he leads we must follow。 Also； should my readers gird at me for a certain dimness and want of clarity in my principal characters and actors； that will be tantamount to saying that never do the broad tendency and the general scope of a work become immediately apparent。 Similarly does the entry to every townthe entry even to the Capital itselfconvey to the traveller such an impression of vagueness that at first everything looks grey and monotonous； and the lines of smoky factories and workshops seem never to be coming to an end； but in time there will begin also to stand out the outlines of six…storied mansions； and of shops and balconies； and wide perspectives of streets； and a medley of steeples； columns； statues； and turretsthe whole framed in rattle and roar and the infinite wonders which the hand and the brain of men have conceived。 Of the manner in which Chichikov's first purchases were made the reader is aware。 Subsequently he will see also how the affair progressed； and with what success or failure our hero met； and how Chichikov was called upon to decide and to overcome even more difficult problems than the foregoing； and by what colossal forces the levers of his far…flung tale are moved； and how eventually the horizon will become extended until everything assumes a grandiose and a lyrical tendency。 Yes； many a verst of road remains to be travelled by a party made up of an elderly gentleman； a britchka of the kind affected by bachelors； a valet named Petrushka； a coachman named Selifan； and three horses which； from the Assessor to the skewbald； are known to us individually by name。 Again； although I have given a full description of our hero's exterior （such as it is）； I may yet be asked for an inclusive definition also of his moral personality。 That he is no hero compounded of virtues and perfections must be already clear。 Then WHAT is he？ A villain？ Why should we call him a villain？ Why should we be so hard upon a fellow man？ In these days our villains have ceased to exist。 Rather it would be fairer to call him an ACQUIRER。 The love of acquisition； the love of gain； is a fault common to many； and gives rise to many and many a transaction of the kind generally known as 〃not strictly honourable。〃 True； such a character contains an element of ugliness； and the same reader who； on his journey through life； would sit at the board of a character of this kind； and spend a most agreeable time with him； would be the first to look at him askance if he should appear in the guise of the hero of a novel or a play。 But wise is the reader who； on meeting such a character； scans him carefully； and； instead of shrinking from him with distaste； probes him to the springs of his being。 The human personality contains nothing which may not； in the twinkling of an eye； become altogether changednothing in which； before you can look round； there may not spring to birth some cankerous worm which is destined to suck thence the essential juice。 Yes； it is a common thing to see not only an overmastering passion； but also a passion of the most petty order； arise in a man who was born to better things； and lead him both to forget his greatest and most sacred obligations； and to see only in the veriest trifles the Great and the Holy。 For human passions are as numberless as is the sand of the seashore； and go on to become his most insistent of masters。 Happy； therefore； the man who may choose from among the gamut of human passions one which is noble！ Hour by hour will that instinct grow and multiply in its measureless beneficence； hour by hour will it sink deeper and deeper into the infinite paradise of his soul。 But there are passions of which a man cannot rid himself； seeing that they are born with him at his birth； and he has no power to abjure them。 Higher powers govern those passions； and in them is something which will call to him； and refuse to be silenced； to the end of his life。 Yes； whether in a guise of darkness； or whether in a guise which will become converted into a light to lighten the world； they will and must attain their consummation on life's field： and in either case they have been evoked for man's good。 In the same way may the passion which drew our Chichikov onwards have been one that was independent of himself； in the same way may there have lurked even in his cold essence something which will one day cause men to humble themselves in the dust before the infinite wisdom of God。
Yet that folk should be dissatisfied with my hero matters nothing。 What matters is the fact that； under different circumstances； their approval could have been taken as a foregone conclusion。 That is to say； had not the author pried over…deeply into Chichikov's soul； nor stirred up in its depths what shunned and lay hidden from the light； nor disclosed those of his hero's thoughts which that hero would have not have disclosed even to his most intimate friend； had the author； indeed； exhibited Chichikov just as he exhibited himself to the townsmen of N。 and Manilov and the rest； well； then we may rest assured that every reader would have been delighted with him； and have voted him a most interesting person。 For it is not nearly so necessary that Chichikov should figure before the reader as though his form and person were actually present to the eye as that； on concluding a perusal of this work； the reader should be able to return； unharrowed in soul； to that cult of the card…table which is the solace and delight of all good Russians。 Yes； readers of this book； none of you really care to see humanity revealed in its nakedness。 〃Why should we do so？〃 you say。 〃What would be the use of it？ Do we not know for ourselves that human life contains much that is gross and contemptible？ Do we not with our own eyes have to look upon much that is anything but comforting？ Far better would it be if you would put before us what is comely and attractive； so that we might forget ourselves a little。〃 In the same fashion does a landowner say to his bailiff： 〃Why do you come and tell me that the affairs of my estate are in a bad way？ I know that without YOUR help。 Have you nothing else to tell me？ Kindly allow me to forget the fact； or else to remain in ignorance of it； and I shall be much obliged to you。〃 Whereafter the said landowner probably proceeds to spend on his diversion the money which ought to have gone towards the rehabilitation of his affairs。
Possibly the author may also incur censure at the hands of those so…called 〃patriots〃 who sit quietly in corners； and become capitalists through making fortunes at the expense of others。 Yes； let but something which they conceive to be derogatory to their country occurfor instance； let there be published some book which voices the bitter truthand out they will come from their hiding…places like a spider which perceives a fly to be caught in its web。 〃Is it well to proclaim this to the world； and to set folk talking about it？〃 they will cry。 〃What you have described touches US； is OUR affair。 Is conduct of that kind right？ What will foreigners say？ Does any one care calmly to sit by and hear himself traduced？ Why should you lead foreigners to suppose that all is not well with us； and that we are not patriotic？〃 Well； to these sage remarks no answer can really be returned； especially to such of the above as refer to foreign opinion。 But see here。 There once lived in a remote corner of Russia two natives of the region indicated。 One of those natives was a good man named Kifa Mokievitch； and a man of kindly disposition； a man who went through life in a dressing…gown； and paid no heed to his household； for the reason that his whole being was centred upon the province of speculation； and that； in particular； he was preoccupied with a philosophical problem usually stated by him thus： 〃A beast；〃 he would say； 〃is born naked。 Now； why should that be？ Why should not a beast be born as a bird is bornthat is to say； through the process of being hatched from an egg？ Nature is beyond the understanding； however much one may probe her。〃 This was the substance of Kifa Mokievitch's reflections。 But herein is not the chief point。 The other of the pair was a fellow named Mofi Kifovitch； and son to the first named。 He was what we Russians call a 〃hero；〃 and while his father was pondering the parturition of beasts； his； the son's； lusty； twenty…year…old temperament was violently struggling for development。 Yet that son could tackle nothing without some accident occurring。 At one moment would he crack some one's fingers in half； and at another would he raise a bump on somebody's nose； so that both at home and abroad every one and everythingfrom the serving…maid to the yard…dogfled on his approach； and even the bed in his bedroom became shattered to splinters。 Such was Mofi Kifovitch； and with it all he had a kindly soul。 But herein is not the chief point。 〃Good sir； good Kifa Mokievitch；〃 servants and neighbours would come and say to the father； 〃what are you going to do about your Moki Kifovitch？ We get no rest from him； he is so above himself。〃 〃That is only his play； that is only his play；〃 the father would reply。 〃What else can you expect？ It is too late now to start a quarrel with him； and； moreover； every one would accuse me of harshness。 True； he is a little conceited； but； were I to reprove him in public； the whole thing would become common talk； and folk would begin giving him a dog's name。 And if they did that； would not their opinion touch me also； seeing that I am his father？ Also； I am busy with philosophy； and have no time for such things。 Lastly； Moki Kifovitch is my son； and very dear to my heart。〃 And； beating his breast； Kifa Mokievitch again asserted that； even though his son should elect to continue his pranks； it would not be for HIM； for the father； to proclaim the fact； or to fall out with his offspring。 And； this expression of paternal feeling uttered； Kifa Mokievitch left Moki Kifovitch to his heroic explo