Мертвые души
Chapter 1
Twicehesnortedintothewaiter’scountenanceashedidthis,andthenhepostedhimselfinfrontofthemirror,donnedafalseshirt-front,pluckedoutacoupleofhairswhichwereprotrudingfromhisnose,andappearedvestedinafrockcoatofbilberry-colouredcheck.Thereafterdrivingthroughbroadstreetssparselylightedwithlanterns,hearrivedattheGovernor’sresidencetofinditilluminatedasforaball.Baroucheswithgleaminglamps,acoupleofgendarmespostedbeforethedoors,ababelofpostillions’cries—nothingofakindlikelytobeimpressivewaswanting;and,onreachingthesalon,thevisitoractuallyfoundhimselfobligedtoclosehiseyesforamoment,sostrongwasthemingledsheenoflamps,candles,andfeminineapparel.
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