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'Nevertheless, your men look well enough, and But, pardon me allow me to inquire to whom I am indebted for this hospitality? I am quite confused arrived so suddenly and so late I' 'My name is Korobotchka my paternal name Nastasie Petrovna. 'Nastasie Petrovna! Beautiful name. 'And you, sir? inquired Nastasie. And then added, palpitating with terror: 'Are you surely not are you an assessor?
As he spoke his eyes halted at one name in particular that of the same Peter Saveliev Neuvazhai Korito who had once been the property of the window Korobotchka. Once more he could not help exclaiming: "What a series of titles! They occupy a whole line! Peter Saveliev, I wonder whether you were an artisan or a plain muzhik.
More than one respected statesman reveals himself, when confronted with a business matter, to be just such another as Madam Korobotchka, in that, once he has got an idea into his head, there is no getting it out of him you may ply him with daylight-clear arguments, yet they will rebound from his brain as an india-rubber ball rebounds from a flagstone.
At length the tchinovniks decided to make enquiries among those of whom he had purchased souls, in order that at least it might be learnt what the purchases had consisted of, and what exactly underlay them, and whether, in passing, he had explained to any one his real intentions, or revealed to any one his identity. In the first instance, therefore, resort was had to Korobotchka.
Lastly, the barinia herself alighted, and stood revealed as Madame Korobotchka, widow of a Collegiate Secretary! The consequences of her venture the reader will learn from a conversation between two ladies. We will reserve it for the ensuing chapter.
Had that been all, it would have been nothing. No. Listen to what Father Cyril's wife had to tell me. She said that, last night, a lady landowner named Madame Korobotchka arrived at the Archpriest's house arrived all pale and trembling and told her, oh, such things! They sound like a piece out of a book.
Armed with weapons from head to foot, he called upon this old woman, and said: 'Sell me any souls of yours which have lately died. Of course, Madame Korobotchka answered, reasonably enough: 'I cannot sell you those souls, seeing that they have departed this world; but he replied: 'No, no! They are NOT dead. 'Tis I who tell you that I who ought to know the truth of the matter.
That is to say, at dead of night, just when every one had retired to rest, there came the most dreadful knocking imaginable, and some one screamed out, 'Open the gates, or we will break them down! Just think! After this, how any one can say that the man is charming I cannot imagine." "Well, what of Madame Korobotchka? Is she a young woman or good looking?" "Oh dear no! Quite an old woman."
Then he asked her whether in the town she had any acquaintance or agent whom she could empower to complete the transference of the serfs, and to carry out whatsoever else might be necessary. "Certainly," replied Madame Korobotchka. "The son of our archpriest, Father Cyril, himself is a lawyer."
'And now, apparently said Korobotchka to the Archpriest's wife, 'I am altogether at a loss what to do, for, throwing me fifteen roubles, the man forced me to sign a worthless paper yes, me, an inexperienced, defenceless widow who knows nothing of business. That such things should happen! TRY and imagine my feelings!" "In my opinion, there is in this more than the dead souls which meet the eye."
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