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Gogol
The Overcoat
and Other Tales of Good and Evil
1957
Nevsky Avenue
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could not be undone. But nothing could compare with Nevsky Аvenue
Pirogov's anger and indignation. The very thought of so
terrible an insult made him furious. Siberia and the lash tongue whenever a fine trotter is led past him. One man
seemed to him the least punishment Schiller deserved. He has an excellent cook, but unhappily nature has endowed
rushed back home so that, having dressed, he could go at him with so small a mouth that he cannot possibly take
once to the general and report to him in the most lurid more than two pecks, while another has a mouth as big
colours the outrage committed on his person by the German as the arch of the General Headquarters, but, alas, he has
artisan. At the same time he meant to send in a written to be content with a German dinner of potatoes. How
complaint to the General Staff, and if the punishment strangely does fate play with us all!
should still be unsatisfactory, he resolved to take the matter But strangest of all are the incidents that take place on
further and, if need be, further still. But the whole thing Nevsky Avenue. Oh, do not trust that Nevsky Avenue! I
somehow petered out most strangely; on the way to the always wrap myself up more closely in my cloak when I
general, he went into a pastry cook’s, ate two pastries, read walk along it and do my best not to look at the things I
something out of the Northern Bee, and left with his anger pass. For all is deceit, all is a dream, all is not what it
somewhat abated. The evening, moreover, happened to be seems. Take that gentleman who is strolling about in the
particularly cool and pleasant and he took a few turns on immaculate coat. You think he is very rich, don't you? Not
Nevsky Avenue; by nine o'clock he calmed down a bit of it: he carries all his wealth on his back. You may
completely and it occurred to him that it was hardly wise think that those two fat men who have stopped in front of
to disturb the general on a Sunday, especially as he was the church that is being built are discussing its architecture.
quite likely to be out of town. And so he went instead to a But you are wrong. They are merely discussing those two
party given by one of the directors of the Auditing Board, sitting crows facing each other so strangely. You may fancy
where he found a very agreeable company of Civil Servants that that enthusiast who is waving his arms about is com-
and army officers. There he spent a very pleasant time and plaining to his friend about his wife who threw a ball out of
so distinguished himself in the mazurka that not only the a window at an officer who was a complete stranger to
ladies but also the gentlemen were in raptures over it. him. Not at all: he is talking of Lafayette. You think those
What a wonderful world we live in! I could not help re- ladies... but the ladies are least of all to be trusted. And
flecting as I strolled along Nevsky Avenue the other day please don't look so often into the shop-windows: the
and as I recalled these two incidents. How strangely, how trinkets displayed there are no doubt very beautiful, but
mysteriously does fate play with us! Do we ever get what there is a strong odour of money about them. And may the
we want? Do we ever attain what all our endeavours seem Lord save you from peeping under the hats of the ladies!
to be specially directed to? Everything seems to happen However much a cloak of a beautiful girl may flutter in
contrary to our hopes and expectation. Fate rewards one the distance, I, for one, will never follow it to satisfy my
man with a pair of splendid horses, and you see him driv- curiosity. Away, away from the street lamp, for heaven's
ing about in his carriage, looking bored and paying no at- sake! Pass it quickly, as quickly as you can! You'll be lucky
tention to the beauty of his trotters, while another man if all you get is a few drops of stinking oil on your new suit.
whose heart is consumed with a passion for horseflesh has to But, even apart from the lamp-post, everything is full of
go on foot and get all the satisfaction he can by clicking his deceit. It lies at all times, does Nevsky Avenue, but most
of all when night hovers over it in a thick mass, picking
200 out the white from the dun-coloured houses, and all the
town thunders and blazes with lights, and thousands of
Tales of Good and Evil
carriages come driving from the bridges, the outriders
shouting and jogging up and down on their horses, and
when the devil himself lights all the street lamps to show
everything in anything but its true colours.
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