Мертвые души

           ’‘Bell-ringer,indeed!ThenHEgaveyouapassport?’‘No;Ididnotreceiveapassportfromhimeither.’‘What?’—andheretheCaptainshoutsanotherexpletive—‘Howdareyoukeeponlying?WhereisYOUROWNpassport?’‘Ihadoneallright,’youreplycunningly,‘butmusthavedroppeditsomewhereontheroadasIcamealong.’‘Andwhataboutthatsoldier’scoat?’askstheCaptainwithanimpoliteaddition.‘Whencedidyougetit?Andwhatofthepriest’scashboxandcoppermoney?’’‘AboutthemIknownothing,’youreplydoggedly.‘NeveratanytimehaveIcommittedatheft.’‘Thenhowisitthatthecoatwasfoundatyourplace?’‘Idonotknow.Probablysomeoneelseputitthere.’‘Yourascal,yourascal!’shoutstheCaptain,shakinghishead,andclosinginuponyou.‘Puttheleg-ironsuponhim,andoffwithhimtoprison!’‘Withpleasure,’youreplyas,takingasnuff-boxfromyourpocket,youofferapinchtoeachofthetwogendarmeswhoaremanaclingyou,whilealsoinquiringhowlongtheyhavebeendischargedfromthearmy,andinwhatwarstheymayhaveserved.Andinprisonyouremainuntilyourcasecomeson,whenthejusticeordersyoutoberemovedfromTsarev-Kokshaikatosuchandsuchanotherprison,andasecondjusticeordersyoutobetransferredthencetoVesiegonskorsomewhereelse,andyougoflittingfromgaoltogaol,andsayingeachtime,asyoueyeyournewhabitation,‘Thelastplacewasagooddealcleanerthanthisoneis,andonecouldplaybabki31there,andstretchone’slegs,andseealittlesociety.