The Twelve Chairs / Двенадцать стульев. Книга для чтения на английском языке

«We all pass away», he said, «but please tell me on what business you're here, my dear … I don't know your name».

«Voldemar», promptly replied Ostap.

«Vladimir Ippolitovich, very good».

The old man sat down at the table covered with patterned oilcloth and peered into Ostap's eyes.

In carefully chosen words, Ostap expressed his grief at the loss of his parents. He much regretted that he had invaded the privacy of the respected record-keeper so late at night and disturbed him by the visit, but hoped that the respected record-keeper would forgive him when he knew what had brought him.

«I would like to have some of my dad's furniture», concluded Ostap with inexpressible filial love, «as a keepsake. Can you tell me who was given the furniture from dad's house?»

«That's difficult», said the old man after a moment's thought. «Only a well-to-do person could manage that. What's your profession, may I ask?»

«I have my own refrigeration plant in Samara, run on artel lines».

The old man looked dubiously at young Vorobyaninov's green suit, but made no comment.

«A smart young man», he thought.

«A typical old bastard», decided Ostap, who had by then completed his observation of Korobeinikov.

«So there you are», said Ostap.

«So there you are», said the record-keeper. «It's difficult, but possible».

«And it involves expense», suggested the refrigeration-plant owner helpfully.

«A small sum…»

«„Is nearer one's heart“, as Maupassant used to say. The information will be paid for».

«All right then, seventy roubles».

«Why so much? Are oats expensive nowadays?»

The old man quivered slightly, wriggling his spine.

«Joke if you will…»

«I accept, dad. Cash on delivery. When shall I come?»

«Have you the money on you?»

Ostap eagerly slapped his pocket.

«Then now, if you like», said Korobeinikov triumphantly.

He lit a candle and led Ostap into the next room. Besides a bed, obviously slept in by the owner of the house himself, the room contained a desk piled with account books and a wide office cupboard with open shelves. The printed letters A, B, C down to the rearguard letter Z were glued to the edges of the shelves. Bundles of orders bound with new string lay on the shelves.

«Oho!» exclaimed the delighted Ostap. «A full set of records at home».

«A complete set», said the record-keeper modestly. «Just in case, you know. The communal services don't need them and they might be useful to me in my old age. We're living on top of a volcano, you know. Anything can happen. Then people will rush off to find their furniture, and where will it be? It will be here. This is where it will be. In the cupboard. And who will have preserved it? Who will have looked after it? Korobeinikov! So the gentlemen will say thank you to the old man and help him in his old age. And I don't need very much; ten roubles an order will do me. Otherwise, they might as well look for the wind in the field. They won't find the furniture without me».

Ostap looked at the old man in rapture.

«A marvellous office», he said. «Complete mechanization. You're an absolute hero of labour!»

The flattered record-keeper began explaining the details of his pastime. He opened the thick registers.

«It's all here», he said, «the whole of Stargorod. All the furniture. Who it was taken from and who it was given to. And here's the alphabetical index-the mirror of life! Whose furniture do you want to know about? Angelov, first-guild merchant? Certainly. Look under A. A, Ak, Am, Am, Angelov. The number? Here it is-82742. Now give me the stock book. Page 142. Where's Angelov? Here he is. Taken from Angelov on December 18, 1918: Baecker grand piano, one, no. 97012; piano stools, one, soft; bureaux, two; wardrobes, four (two mahogany); bookcases, one … and so on. And who was it all given to? Let's look at the distribution register. The same number. Issued to. The bookcase to the town military committee, three wardrobes to the Skylark boarding school, another wardrobe for the personal use of the Stargorod province food office. And where did the piano go? The piano went to the old-age pensioners' home, and it's there to this day».