THE CLOAK

“The Cloak” by Nikolai v. Gogol



“The Cloak” by Nikolai v. Gogol

Nowhere as many people as before the break only in the small image Shtchukinui Dvor. This small shop contained, indeed, the most varied collection of curiosities. The photos were mostly covered with dark varnish oils in dirty yellow boxes. Winter scenes with white trees, very red sunsets, like raging fire, a lout of Flanders, more like a turkey on the cuffs of a human being, were the dominant themes. To these we must add a few prints, a portrait of Khozreff-Mirza with a sheepskin cap, and some generals with three-cornered hats and hooked nose. Moreover, the doors of the shops are usually decorated with bunches of publications, printed on large sheets of bark, and then colored by hand, which attest to the natural talent of the Russian Federation.

In an era of Tzarevna Miliktrisa Kirbitievna, in another of the city of Jerusalem. There are usually buyers, but few of these productions, but many onlookers. Some truant lackey probably yawns in front of them, holding in his hand the dishes containing dinner from the cook-shop for your love, you will not have their soup very hot. Before they, too, will most likely be a foot soldier wrapped in his cloak, a dealer of old clothes shopping with a couple of knives for sale, and huckstress one with a basket full of shoes. Each one expresses his admiration in his own way. The general mujiks them with the fingers, dealers, hard look at them, serving children and learners laugh, and tease each other with colorful cartoons, old lackeys in frieze coats watch them only for the sake of yawning away their time somewhere; and street vendors, young Russian women, halt by instinct to know what people are gossiping about and see what they are seeing.

At the time of our story opens, the young painter, Tchartkoff, involuntarily stopped moving from the store. Her dress and attire normal old showed a man devoted to his art with self-denying zeal, and had no time to trouble yourself about your clothes. He stopped in front of the small shop, and at first enjoyed a river into the interior of the monstrosities in the form of images.

At last he fell unconsciously into a reverie, and began to think about what kind of people who wanted these productions? It did not seem remarkable that the Russian ...