Here Nozdryov guffawed with that ringing laughter into which only a fresh, healthy man can dissolve, showing all his teeth, white as sugar, to the last one; his cheeks quiver and shake, and his neighbor, two doors away, in the third room, jumps up from his sleep, goggling his eyes, and saying: “Eh, how he carries on!” “What’s so funny?” said Chichikov, somewhat displeased by this laughter. But Nozdryov went on guffawing at the top of his lungs, all the while saying: “Oh, spare me, really, I’ll split my sides!”
