"She, at
least, is not guilty. Oh, certainly not! No one who had committed
such a crime could write such a letter." The Collegiate Assessor
was the more expert in such matters because more than once he had
been sent to the Caucasus to institute prosecutions. "Then by what
sequence of chances has the affair happened? Only the devil could
say!"
His hands fell in bewilderment.
It had not been long before news of the strange occurrence had
spread through the capital. And, of course, it received additions
with the progress of time. Everyone's mind was, at that period,
bent upon the marvellous. Recently experiments with the action of
magnetism had occupied public attention, and the history of the
dancing chairs of Koniushennaia Street also was fresh. So no one
could wonder when it began to be said that the nose of Collegiate
Assessor Kovalev could be seen promenading the Nevski Prospekt at
three o'clock, or when a crowd of curious sightseers gathered
there. Next, someone declared that the nose, rather, could be
beheld at Junker's store, and the throng which surged thither
became so massed as to necessitate a summons to the police.
Meanwhile a speculator of highly respectable aspect and whiskers
who sold stale cakes at the entrance to a theatre knocked together
some stout wooden benches, and invited the curious to stand upon
them for eighty kopeks each; whilst a retired colonel who came out
early to see the show, and penetrated the crowd only with great
difficulty, was disgusted when in the window of the store he
beheld, not a nose, but merely an ordinary woollen waistcoat
flanked by the selfsame lithograph of a girl pulling up a stocking,
whilst a dandy with cutaway waistcoat and receding chin peeped at
her from behind a tree, which had hung there for ten years
past.
"Dear me!" irritably he exclaimed. "How come people so to excite
themselves about stupid, improbable reports?"
Next, word had it that the nose was walking, not on the Nevski
Prospekt, but in the Taurida Park, and, in fact, had been in the
habit of doing so for a long while past, so that even in the days
when Khozrev Mirza had lived near there he had been greatly
astonished at the freak of nature. This led students to repair
thither from the College of Medicine, and a certain eminent,
respected lady to write and ask the Warden of the Park to show her
children the phenomenon, and, if possible, add to the demonstration
a lesson of edifying and instructive tenor.
Naturally, these events greatly pleased also gentlemen who
frequented routs, since those gentlemen wished to entertain the
ladies, and their resources had become exhausted. Only a few solid,
worthy persons deprecated it all. One such person even said, in his
disgust, that comprehend how foolish inventions of the sort could
circulate in such an enlightened age he could not—that, in fact, he
was surprised that the Government had not turned its attention to
the matter. From which utterance it will be seen that the person in
question was one of those who would have dragged the Government
into anything on earth, including even their daily quarrels with
their wives.
Next——
But again events here become enshrouded in mist. What happened
after that is unknown to all men.
Chapter 3
FARCE really does occur in this world, and, sometimes, farce
altogether without an element of probability. Thus, the nose which
lately had gone about as a State Councillor, and stirred all the
city, suddenly reoccupied its proper place (between the two cheeks
of Major Kovalev) as though nothing at all had happened. The date
was 7 April, and when, that morning, the major awoke as usual, and,
as usual, threw a despairing glance at the mirror, he this time,
beheld before him, what?—why, the nose again! Instantly he took
hold of it. Yes, the nose, the nose precisely! "Aha!" he shouted,
and, in his joy, might have executed a trepak about the room in
bare feet had not Ivan's entry suddenly checked him. Then he had
himself furnished with materials for washing, washed, and glanced
at the mirror again. Oh, the nose was there still! So next he
rubbed it vigorously with the towel. Ah, still it was there, the
same as ever!
"Look, Ivan," he said. "Surely there is a pimple on my nose?"
But meanwhile he was thinking: "What if he should reply: `You are
wrong, sir. Not only is there not a pimple to be seen, but not even
a nose'?"
However, all that Ivan said was:
"Not a pimple, sir, that isn't. The nose is clear all over."
"Good!" the Major reflected, and snapped his fingers. At the
same moment Barber Ivan Yakovlevitch peeped round the door. He did
so as timidly as a cat which has just been whipped for stealing
cream.
"Tell me first whether your hands are clean?" the Major
cried.
"They are, sir."
"You lie, I'll be bound."
"By God, sir, I do not!"
"Then go carefully."
As soon as Kovalev had seated himself in position Ivan
Yakovlevitch vested him in a sheet, and plied brush upon chin and a
portion of a cheek until they looked like the blanc mange served on
tradesmen's namedays.
"Ah, you!" Here Ivan Yakovlevitch glanced at the nose. Then he
bent his head askew, and contemplated the nose from a position on
the flank. "It looks right enough," finally he commented, but eyed
the member for quite a little while longer before carefully, so
gently as almost to pass the imagination, he lifted two fingers
towards it, in order to grasp its tip—such always being his
procedure.
"Come, come! Do mind!" came in a shout from Kovalev. Ivan
Yakovlevitch let fall his hands, and stood disconcerted, dismayed
as he had never been before. But at last he started scratching the
razor lightly under the chin, and, despite the unhandiness and
difficulty of shaving in that quarter without also grasping the
organ of smell, contrived, with the aid of a thumb planted firmly
upon the cheek and the lower gum, to overcome all obstacles, and
bring the shave to a finish.
Everything thus ready, Kovalev dressed, called a cab, and set
out for the restaurant. He had not crossed the threshold before he
shouted: "Waiter! A cup of chocolate!" Then he sought a mirror, and
looked at himself.
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