And Chichikov, having nothing to do, occupied himself, while standing behind him, with an examination of his entire vast frame. As he gazed at his back, broad as a squat Vyatka horse’s, and his legs, which resembled iron hitching posts set along the sidewalk, he could not help exclaiming inwardly: “Eh, God really endowed you well! Just as they say, crudely cut but stoutly stitched! … Were you born such a bear, or did you get bearified by the backwoods life, sowing grain, dealing with muzhiks, and turn through all that into what’s known as a pinchfist?
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