Once introduce the abominable custom of folk paying calls, and forthwith there will ensue such ruin to the management of estates that landowners will be forced to feed their horses on hay.

Not for a long, long time have I eaten a meal away from home--although my own kitchen is a poor one, and has its chimney in such a state that, were it to become overheated, it would instantly catch fire." "What a brute!" thought Chichikov.

"I am lucky to have got through so much pastry and stuffed shoulder of mutton at Sobakevitch's!" "Also," went on Plushkin, "I am ashamed to say that hardly a wisp of fodder does the place contain.

But how can I get fodder?
My lands are small, and the peasantry lazy fellows who hate work and think of nothing but the tavern.

In the end, therefore, I shall be forced to go and spend my old age in roaming about the world." "But I have been told that you possess over a thousand serfs ?" said Chichikov.
"Who told you that?
No matter who it was, you would have been justified in giving him the lie.