[Taras Bulba and Other Tales by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol]@TWC D-Link bookTaras Bulba and Other Tales CHAPTER XII 107/115
They carried Akakiy Akakievitch out and buried him. And St.Petersburg was left without Akakiy Akakievitch, as though he had never lived there.
A being disappeared who was protected by none, dear to none, interesting to none, and who never even attracted to himself the attention of those students of human nature who omit no opportunity of thrusting a pin through a common fly, and examining it under the microscope.
A being who bore meekly the jibes of the department, and went to his grave without having done one unusual deed, but to whom, nevertheless, at the close of his life appeared a bright visitant in the form of a cloak, which momentarily cheered his poor life, and upon whom, thereafter, an intolerable misfortune descended, just as it descends upon the mighty of this world! Several days after his death, the porter was sent from the department to his lodgings, with an order for him to present himself there immediately; the chief commanding it.
But the porter had to return unsuccessful, with the answer that he could not come; and to the question, "Why ?" replied, "Well, because he is dead! he was buried four days ago." In this manner did they hear of Akakiy Akakievitch's death at the department, and the next day a new official sat in his place, with a handwriting by no means so upright, but more inclined and slanting. But who could have imagined that this was not really the end of Akakiy Akakievitch, that he was destined to raise a commotion after death, as if in compensation for his utterly insignificant life? But so it happened, and our poor story unexpectedly gains a fantastic ending. A rumour suddenly spread through St.Petersburg that a dead man had taken to appearing on the Kalinkin Bridge and its vicinity at night in the form of a tchinovnik seeking a stolen cloak, and that, under the pretext of its being the stolen cloak, he dragged, without regard to rank or calling, every one's cloak from his shoulders, be it cat-skin, beaver, fox, bear, sable; in a word, every sort of fur and skin which men adopted for their covering.
One of the department officials saw the dead man with his own eyes and immediately recognised in him Akakiy Akakievitch.
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