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"
I
humbly
thank
you
.
And
your
Christian
name
and
patronymic
?
"
"
Nastasia
Petrovna
.
"
"
Nastasia
Petrovna
!
Those
are
excellent
names
.
I
have
a
maternal
aunt
named
like
yourself
.
"
"
And
YOUR
name
?
"
queried
the
lady
.
"
May
I
take
it
that
you
are
a
Government
Assessor
?
"
"
No
,
madam
,
"
replied
Chichikov
with
a
smile
.
"
I
am
not
an
Assessor
,
but
a
traveller
on
private
business
.
"
"
Then
you
must
be
a
buyer
of
produce
?
How
I
regret
that
I
have
sold
my
honey
so
cheaply
to
other
buyers
!
Otherwise
YOU
might
have
bought
it
,
dear
sir
.
"
"
I
never
buy
honey
.
"
"
Then
WHAT
do
you
buy
,
pray
?
Hemp
?
I
have
a
little
of
that
by
me
,
but
not
more
than
half
a
pood
16
or
so
.
"
"
No
,
madam
.
It
is
in
other
wares
that
I
deal
.
Tell
me
,
have
you
,
of
late
years
,
lost
many
of
your
peasants
by
death
?
"
"
Yes
;
no
fewer
than
eighteen
,
"
responded
the
old
lady
with
a
sigh
.
"
Such
a
fine
lot
,
too
--
all
good
workers
!
True
,
others
have
since
grown
up
,
but
of
what
use
are
THEY
?
Mere
striplings
.
When
the
Assessor
last
called
upon
me
I
could
have
wept
;
for
,
though
those
workmen
of
mine
are
dead
,
I
have
to
keep
on
paying
for
them
as
though
they
were
still
alive
!
And
only
last
week
my
blacksmith
got
burnt
to
death
!
Such
a
clever
hand
at
his
trade
he
was
!
"
