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Chapter 4

           

           Hehadbeenturnedoutindisgrace,eventually,andthiswasthecauseofhisbadnightandquarrelsomeday,whichendedinhissuddendepartureintothestreetinaconditionapproachinginsanity,asrecordedbefore.

           Coliadidnotunderstandtheposition.Hetriedseveritywithhisfather,astheystoodinthestreetafterthelatterhadcursedthehousehold,hopingtobringhimroundthatway.

           “Well,wherearewetogotonow,father?”heasked.“Youdon’twanttogototheprince’s;youhavequarrelledwithLebedeff;youhavenomoney;Ineverhaveany;andhereweareinthemiddleoftheroad,inanicesortofmess.”

           “Bettertobeofamessthaninamess!IremembermakingajokesomethinglikethatatthemessineighteenhundredandfortyfortyIforget.‘Whereismyyouth,whereismygoldenyouth?’Whowasitsaidthat,Colia?”

           “ItwasGogol,inDeadSouls,father,”criedColia,glancingathiminsomealarm.

           “‘DeadSouls,’yes,ofcourse,dead.WhenIdie,Colia,youmustengraveonmytomb:

           “‘HereliesaDeadSoul,

           Shamepursuesme.’

           “Whosaidthat,Colia?”

           “Idon’tknow,father.”

           “TherewasnoEropegoff?EroshkaEropegoff?”hecried,suddenly,stoppingintheroadinafrenzy.“NoEropegoff!Andmyownsontosayit!Eropegoffwasintheplaceofabrothertomeforelevenmonths.Ifoughtaduelforhim.Hewasmarriedafterwards,andthenkilledonthefieldofbattle.

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