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– Позвольте вас попросить расположиться в этих креслах, – сказал Манилов. – Здесь вам будет попокойнее. – Позвольте, я сяду на стуле. – Позвольте вам этого не позволить, – сказал Манилов с улыбкою. – Это кресло у меня уж ассигновано для гостя: ради или не ради, но должны сесть. Чичиков сел.

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«дай мне этот день, дай мне эту ночь, дай мне хоть один шанс, и ты поймёшь: я то, что надо».

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you were kindness.

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“Stavrogin, you are beautiful,” cried Pyotr Stepanovitch, almost ecstatically. “Do you know that you are beautiful! What’s the most precious thing about you is that you sometimes don’t know it. Oh, I’ve studied you! I often watch you on the sly! There’s a lot of simple-heartedness and naïveté about you still. Do you know that? There still is, there is! You must be suffering and suffering genuinely from that simple-heartedness. I love beauty. I am a nihilist, but I love beauty. Are nihilists incapable of loving beauty? It’s only idols they dislike, but I love an idol. You are my idol! You injure no one, and every one hates you. You treat every one as an equal, and yet every one is afraid of you — that’s good. Nobody would slap you on the shoulder. You are an awful aristocrat. An aristocrat is irresistible when he goes in for democracy! To sacrifice life, your own or another’s is nothing to you. You are just the man that’s needed. It’s just such a man as you that I need. I know no one but you. You are the leader, you are the sun and I am your worm.”