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into the gardenā ā€”a door through which the stars could be seen glittering amid the slumbering tops of the treesā ā€”Chichikov felt more comfortable than he had done for many a day past. It was as though, after long journeying, his own rooftree had received him once moreā ā€”had received him when his quest had been accomplished, when all that he wished for had been gained, when his travelling-staff had been laid aside with the words ā€œIt is finished.ā€ And of this seductive frame of mind the true source had been the eloquent discourse of his hospitable host. Yes, for every man there exist certain things which, instantly that they are said, seem to touch him more closely, more intimately, than anything has done before. Nor is it an uncommon occurrence that in the most unexpected fashion, and in the most retired of retreats, one will suddenly come face to face with a man whose burning periods will lead one to forget oneself and the tracklessness of the route and the discomfort of oneā€™s nightly halting-places, and the futility of crazes and the falseness of tricks by which one human being deceives another. And at once there will become engraven upon oneā€™s memoryā ā€”vividly, and for all timeā ā€”the evening thus spent. And of that evening oneā€™s remembrance will hold true, both as to who was present, and where each such person sat, and what he or she was wearing, and what the walls and the stove and other trifling features of the room looked like.

In the same way did Chichikov note each detail that eveningā ā€”both the appointments of the agreeable, but not luxuriously furnished, room, and the good-humoured expression which reigned on the face of the thoughtful host, and the design of the curtains, and the amber-mounted pipe smoked by Platon, and the way in which he kept puffing smoke into the fat jowl of the dog Yarb, and the sneeze which, on each such occasion, Yarb vented, and the laughter of the pleasant-faced hostess (though always followed by the words ā€œPray do not tease him any moreā€) and the cheerful candlelight, and the cricket chirping in a corner, and the glass door, and the spring night which, laying its elbows upon the treetops, and spangled with stars, and vocal with the nightingales which were pouring forth warbled ditties from the recesses of the foliage, kept glancing through the door, and regarding the company within.

ā€œHow it delights me to hear your words, good Constantine Thedorovitch!ā€ said Chichikov. ā€œIndeed, nowhere in Russia have I met with a man of equal intellect.ā€

Kostanzhoglo smiled, while realising that the compliment was scarcely deserved.

ā€œIf you want a man of genuine intellect,ā€ he said, ā€œI can tell you of one. He is a man whose boot soles are worth more than my whole body.ā€

ā€œWho may he be?ā€ asked Chichikov in astonishment.

ā€œMurazov, our local Commissioner of Taxes.ā€

ā€œAh! I have heard of him before,ā€ remarked Chichikov.

ā€œHe is a man who, were he not the director of an estate, might well be a director of the Empire. And were the Empire under my direction, I should at once appoint him my Minister of Finance.ā€

ā€œI have heard tales beyond belief concerning himā ā€”for instance, that he has acquired ten million roubles.ā€

ā€œTen? More than forty. Soon half Russia will be in his hands.ā€

ā€œYou donā€™t say so?ā€ cried Chichikov in amazement.

ā€œYes, certainly. The man who has only a hundred thousand roubles to work with grows rich but slowly, whereas he who has millions at his disposal can operate over a greater radius, and so back whatsoever he undertakes with twice or thrice the money which can be brought against him. Consequently his field becomes so spacious that he ends by having no rivals. Yes, no one can compete with him, and, whatsoever price he may fix for a given commodity, at that price it will have to remain, nor will any man be able to outbid it.ā€

ā€œMy God!ā€ muttered Chichikov, crossing himself, and staring at Kostanzhoglo with his breath catching in his throat. ā€œThe mind cannot grasp itā ā€”it petrifies oneā€™s thoughts with awe. You see folk marvelling at what Science has achieved in the matter of investigating the habits of cowbugs, but to me it is a far more marvellous thing that in the hands of a single mortal there can become accumulated such gigantic sums of money. But may I ask whether the great fortune of which you speak has been acquired through honest means?ā€

ā€œYes; through means of the most irreproachable kindā ā€”through the most honourable of methods.ā€

ā€œYet so improbable does it seem that I can scarcely believe it. Thousands I could understand, but millionsā ā€”!ā€

ā€œOn the contrary, to make thousands honestly is a far more difficult matter than to make millions. Millions are easily come by, for a millionaire has no need to resort to crooked ways; the way lies straight before him, and he needs but to annex whatsoever he comes across. No rival will spring up to oppose him, for no rival will be sufficiently strong, and since the millionaire can operate over an extensive radius, he can bring (as I have said) two or three roubles to bear upon anyone elseā€™s one. Consequently, what interest will he derive from a thousand roubles? Why, ten or twenty percent at the least.ā€

ā€œAnd it is beyond measure marvellous that the whole should have started from a single kopeck.ā€

ā€œHad it started otherwise, the thing could never have been done at all. Such is the normal course. He who is born with thousands, and is brought up to thousands, will never acquire a single kopeck more, for he will have been set up with the amenities of life in advance, and so never come to stand in need of anything. It is necessary to begin from the beginning rather than from the middle; from a kopeck rather than from a rouble; from the bottom rather than from the top. For only thus will a man get to know the men and conditions among which his career will have to

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