He dined cheerfully, and after dinner wrote nothing, but took his ease for a while on the bed, until it got dark. First of all, justice compels us to say that after the departure of poor, annihilated Akakiy Akakievitch he felt something like remorse. In despair, but without ceasing to shout, he started at a run across the square, straight towards the watchbox, beside which stood the watchman, leaning on his halberd, and apparently curious to know what kind of a customer was running towards him and shouting. Akakiy Akakievitch had felt for some time that his back and shoulders suffered with peculiar poignancy, in spite of the fact that he tried to traverse the distance with all possible speed. Was he in the habit of doing so, or had he been to some disorderly house? He halted out of curiosity before a shop-window to look at a picture representing a handsome woman, who had thrown off her shoe, thereby baring her whole foot in a very pretty way; whilst behind her the head of a man with whiskers and a handsome moustache peeped through the doorway of another room.
He attempts to enlist the police in recovery of the coat and employs some inept rank jumping by going to a very important and high ranking individual but his lack of status perhaps lack of the coat is obvious and he is treated with disdain. He paid him, thanked him, and set out at once in his new cloak for the department. To this prominent personage Akakiy Akakievitch presented himself, and this at the most unfavourable time for himself though opportune for the prominent personage. Akakiy Akakievitch was first obliged to traverse a kind of wilderness of deserted, dimly-lighted streets; but in proportion as he approached the official's quarter of the city, the streets became more lively, more populous, and more brilliantly illuminated. What was the exact official position of the prominent personage remains unknown to this day. It is not enough to say that Akakiy laboured with zeal: no, he laboured with love.
Akaky offers little resistance or rebuttal to these cruel remarks and actually seems rather inept at social interaction altogether. When he opened them, to see whether he was near the end of the square, he suddenly beheld, standing just before his very nose, some bearded individuals of precisely what sort he could not make out. He dies quickly and without putting up much of a fight. Therefore, in order to avoid all unpleasantness, it will be better to describe the department in question only as a certain department. After some uneasy time spent socializing, Akaky leaves for home, but is mugged on his way, and the overcoat is stolen. He even got used to being hungry in the evening, but he made up for it by treating himself, so to say, in spirit, by bearing ever in mind the idea of his future cloak.
On receiving any one of that rank, he became confused, lost his way, as it were, and never knew what to do. GradeSaver, 5 March 2017 Web. 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. The Sexual Labyrinth of Nikolai Gogol. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat. She was lying on the bed opposite the door; on her right stood the godfather, Ivan Ivanovitch Eroshkin, a most estimable man, who served as presiding officer of the senate, while the godmother, Anna Semenovna Byelobrushkova, the wife of an officer of the quarter, and a woman of rare virtues. This foe is no other than the Northern cold, although it is said to be very healthy.
He enjoys copying because he lacks an inner life. Akakiy Akakievitch gazed upon all this as upon a novel sight. Pedestrians began to appear; handsomely dressed ladies were more frequently encountered; the men had otter skin collars to their coats; peasant waggoners, with their grate-like sledges stuck over with brass-headed nails, became rarer; whilst on the other hand, more and more drivers in red velvet caps, lacquered sledges and bear-skin coats began to appear, and carriages with rich hammer-cloths flew swiftly through the streets, their wheels scrunching the snow. Unfortunately, little is known of her beyond the fact that Petrovitch has a wife, who wears a cap and a dress; but cannot lay claim to beauty, at least, no one but the soldiers of the guard even looked under her cap when they met her. Akaky decides that he needs to get his overcoat repaired. The next day a violent fever showed itself. And from that day forth, poor Akakiy Akakievitch, who could not bear up under an official reprimand, recurred to his mind almost every day.
This coat is beyond repair, and a new one will cost twice Akaky's salary. After his department finds out that he has passed, they immediately replace Akaky with a new official. This, however, inspired him with such terror that he ran off with all his might, and therefore did not scan the dead man closely, but only saw how the latter threatened him from afar with his finger. Before him all at once appeared lights, officials, pipes, and card-tables; and he was bewildered by the sound of rapid conversation rising from all the tables, and the noise of moving chairs. He saw nothing of the road, but suddenly found himself at the department.
However, once he attains his new garb, he begins to increasingly view himself as another human being. It may even be, as the fashion goes, that the collar can be fastened by silver hooks under a flap. Co-workers start noticing him and complimenting him on his coat and he ventures out into the social world. Physician: Doctor called after Akaky develops a throat infection. But many active and apprehensive persons could by no means reassure themselves, and asserted that the dead tchinovnik still showed himself in distant parts of the city. It was -- it is difficult to say precisely on what day, but probably the most glorious one in Akakiy Akakievitch's life, when Petrovitch at length brought home the cloak. The 'important personage' encounters this ghost one evening and is more compassionate afterward.
Moreover, he had a peculiar knack, as he walked along the street, of arriving beneath a window just as all sorts of rubbish were being flung out of it: hence he always bore about on his hat scraps of melon rinds and other such articles. When he finally allows the clerk to enter his office, Akaky awkwardly explains that his cloak has been stolen. Not so fast there, kiddo. One director being a kindly man, and desirous of rewarding him for his long service, ordered him to be given something more important than mere copying. Socially inept Akaky makes an unflattering remark concerning departmental secretaries, provoking so powerful a scolding from the general that he nearly faints and must be led from the general's office. Akakiy Akakievitch, although somewhat confused, was frank-hearted, and could not refrain from rejoicing when he saw how they praised his cloak.