Dead Souls

by Nikolai Gogol

said Sobakevich,

said Chichikov.

all filled with clerks,

Ivan Antonovich,

Ivan Grigorievich,”

said the magistrate,

said Chichikov,

Ivan Antonovich,

hundred thousand roubles.

replied Chichikov.

Sobakevich and Manilov,

Ivan Grigorievich,”

the magistrate.

said Sobakevich,

the magistrate

Pavel Ivanovich,”

Kherson province.”

Chichikov glanced

blinking prosecutor,

the inspector

unknown to Chichikov:

Father Kiril’s son brought,

Ivan Antonovich

said the magistrate,

said Chichikov.

said the magistrate,

police chief’s.

Ivan Antonovich,

Chichikov answered him,

Sobakevich whispered

said Sobakevich.

The police chief

smoked tongues and balyks—

Among the townspeople he was completely as in his own family, and stopped in at shops and on merchants’ row as if visiting his own larder. Generally, he was, as they say, suited to his post, and understood his job to perfection. It was even hard to decide whether he had been created for the post or the post for him. The business was handled so intelligently that he received double the income of all his predecessors, and at the same time earned the love of the whole town. The merchants were the first to love him, precisely because he was not haughty; in fact, he stood godfather to their children, was chummy with them, and though he occasionally fleeced them badly, he did it somehow extremely deftly:

Alexei Ivanovich!”

Alexei Ivanovich

the police chief

Sobakevich

Sobakevich, letting all these trifles go unnoticed, stationed himself by the sturgeon, and while the others were drinking, talking, and eating, he, in a little over a quarter of an hour, went right through it, so that when the police chief remembered about it, and with the words: “And what, gentlemen, do you think of this work of nature?” approached it, fork in hand, along with the others, he saw that the only thing left of this work of nature was the tail; and Sobakevich scrooched down as if it was not him, and, coming to a plate some distance away, poked his fork into some little dried fish. After polishing off the sturgeon, Sobakevich sat in an armchair and no longer ate or drank, but only squinted and blinked his eyes.

😂😂😂

new Kherson landowner,

the magistrate

said Chichikov,

Pavel Ivanovich!

Komarinsky muzhik.”

military affairs—

real Kherson landowner,

Werther’s letter in verse to Charlotte,

prosecutor’s coachman,

Selifan was even given some managerial orders:

Petrushka: “Go undress the master!”