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He seemed entirely imbued by its spirit. But strange to say, while becoming an Anglomaniac, Ivan Petrovich had also become a patriot, at all events he called himself a patriot, although he knew very little about Russia, he had not retained a single Russian habit, and he expressed himself in Russian oddly.
But what can you make of them? They love extorting money from people who happen to be travelling through here. The rogues have been spoiled! You wait and see: they will get a tip out of you as well as their hire. I know them of old, they can't get round me!" "You have been serving here a long time?" "Yes, I was here under Aleksei Petrovich," he answered, assuming an air of dignity.
Petrovich took the cloak, spread it out, to begin with, on the table, looked at it hard, shook his head, reached out his hand to the window-sill for his snuff-box, adorned with the portrait of some general, though what general is unknown, for the place where the face should have been had been rubbed through by the finger and a square bit of paper had been pasted over it.
Maria Dmitrievna made no reply. "Why doesn't Gedeonovsky come?" continued Marfa Timofeevna, rapidly plying her knitting needles. Perhaps he would have uttered some platitude or other." "How unkindly you always speak of him! Sergius Petrovich is a most respectable man." "Respectable!" echoed the old lady reproachfully. "And then," continued Maria Dmitrievna, "how devoted he was to my dear husband!
"But as for the cloak, don't trouble yourself about it; it is good for nothing. I will make you a capital new one, so let us settle about it now." Akaky Akakiyevich was still for mending it, but Petrovich would not hear of it, and said, "I shall certainly have to make you a new one, and you may depend upon it that I shall do my best.
Seriously and without a smile, she asked him why he did not work for the Zemstvo and why up till now he had never been to a Zemstvo meeting. "It is not right of you, Piotr Petrovich," she said reproachfully. "It is not right. It is a shame." "True, Lyda, true," said her mother. "It is not right." "All our district is in Balaguin's hands," Lyda went on, turning to me.
At the word "new" all grew dark before Akaky Akakiyevich's eyes, and everything in the room began to whirl round. The only thing he saw clearly was the general with the paper face on the lid of Petrovich's snuff-box. "A new one?" said he, as if still in a dream. "Why, I have no money for that." "Yes, a new one," said Petrovich, with barbarous composure. "Well, if it came to a new one, how it "
So Ivan Petrovich betook himself to St. Petersburg with a light heart. An unknown future lay before him. Poverty might menace him; but he had broken with the hateful life in the country, and, above all, he had not fallen short of his instructors; he had really "put into action," and indeed done justice to, the doctrines of Rousseau, Diderot, and the "Declaration of the Rights of Man."
Petrovich brought the cloak himself as befits a good tailor. On his countenance was a significant expression, such as Akaky; Akakiyevich had never beheld there. He seemed fully sensible that he had done no small deed, and crossed a gulf separating tailors who put in linings, and execute repairs, from those who make new things.
"Marriage with a little California girl are you sure it will not ruin your career?" "I can think of nothing that would advantage it more. What are you going to call me?" "I cannot say Petrovich or Nicolai my Spanish tongue rebels. I shall call you Pedro. That is a very pretty name with us."
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