Kerri
Koch
Methods
II
Novel
Unit Plan
April
26, 2005
Introduction:
This unit plan is intended for a World Literature English twelve grade elective class. The unit will take twelve lessons to complete. I think the novel has a lot to offer, but I’m just not sure if I would teach it to just any class. The subject matter and ideas presented in the novel are for college bound students who will grasp the cultural ramifications and implications of the novel and the idea surrounding names and identity. I first read the novel as a Graduate student and as I was taking notes to come up with this unit plan I observed a class (world literature 12) who was just starting The Interpreter of Maladies. While speaking with this seasoned teacher about how to approach this unit and this book, and she said it is tough to hook students in to culturally diverse texts if there is not something more there. I truly believe that the “more” that she was talking about is the concept of names.
The essential questions for this unit are:
How
do our names affect our identity?
How does
the meaning of our names fit our personalities?
What
are the cultural implications of choosing names?
I tried desperately to steer myself away from the cultural aspects of this novel and stay focused on namesakes and their meaning. All in all, I am happy with the way the lessons have turned out. Although it is a culturally diverse novel, the idea that when one changes one’s name, they in turn change their identity is fascinating to me. I hope that that is what came out of my lessons for this novel. I tried to incorporate technology, performance, close readings, and writing as well. I will assess students using the rubrics provided with the lesson plan I want this to not only make students aware of the traditions of Indians, but also aware of their own traditions. I must say that what I am lacking here is not ideas, but is the practical application of these ideas. I suppose that I am giving too much credit to my students with this plan, but that is why I chose a twelve grade college bound class as my audience- it was not what I intended. In my attempts to make this book not about what most books in school are about, the lessons are fun and engaging. They give students a lot of leeway. I wish I had picked up this book at borders and read it simply for fun. I only hope that students will walk away from this lesson with an understanding of namesakes and how a discussion of Indian culture can be related to American culture.
Calendar of lessons for
The
Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri
April 2005
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4 Lesson 1 The Hook |
5 Lesson 2 Defining Yourself |
6 Lesson 3 The Overcoat |
7 Lesson 4 I hate my name! |
8 Lesson 5 Gogol’s Family |
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11 Lesson 6 Family and Names |
12 Lesson 7 Gogol’s Women |
13 Lesson 8 Coming |
14 Lesson 9 Performance Groups |
15 Lesson 9 Performance Groups |
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18 Lesson 10 Performances |
19 Lesson 10 Performances |
20 Lesson 11 Regents Task One |
21 Lesson 12 Wrapping it Up! |
22 Final Papers due |
Ms. Koch’s Grades for this Unit in a
Nutshell
Final Paper- 25% Performance-
25% Reading Logs- 25% Name posters- 5%
Class participation and attendance- 15% Blog entries that were not logs- 5%
Lesson
One The
Hook
WHAT’S ON FOR TODAY
AND WHY
Today is the first lesson for the novel The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri. Instead of jumping right into the novel, I am going to attempt to hook students by passing out a passage from the middle of the novel and doing a classroom activity with it. The scene that I chose for this activity was one of my favorites from the novel. I think it tells you everything you need to know about the novel. It’s the scene when Gogol and Moushumi are at their friend’s house picking names for the arrival of a new baby (239-240). I want students to find the novel intriguing before they begin. They will be reading the passage out loud (spirit reading) and then discussing the passage and the title of the novel in small groups.
WHAT TO DO
I will pass out Handout 1 to the students without telling them where it is from or why. They will then do a spirit reading of the passage. Spirit reading is my class is going to be done with the throwing of a ball. When the ball is thrown to you, you read until you’re tired, and then you throw the ball to someone else. After the spirit reading, students will get into groups of three or four and work on the questions on Worksheet 1. In the middle of their group work, I will them that the novel we will be reading for the next two weeks or so is called The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri. When the groups are done, I will ask a few to share their answers with the class and then pass out the books. I will also explain to students that during this entire unit they will be keeping reading logs on their blog accounts. They already have accounts and are familiar with what I am looking for in their logs (a summary of what they’ve read, any questions they might have, and anything extra they’d like to add).
HOMEWORK
Students will be reading chapters one and two for homework tonight and writing a reading log on their blogs. Remind students to write down each time a definition of a name is present in the novel as they are writing. The first two appear in these chapters. They should be keeping a list throughout the reading of the book to be used later in the unit.
HOW DID IT GO?
If students seemed interested in the passage, then the hook worked. I will be walking around the room to observe the group discussions and looking at the reading logs online this evening to see if students seemed to like the first two chapters. I am interested to know what students think the book will be about.
Lesson
Two Defining
Yourself
WHAT’S ON FOR TODAY
AND WHY
Today we are going to the computer lab. Students have just read chapters one and two where the discussion of naming Gogol is for me a pivotal scene. We are going to be finding out what our names mean, because Gogol has just been born and named. Students will go to one of the following websites and type in their name: http://www.behindthename.com/, http://www.babynames.com/, http://www.kabalarians.com/cfm/your.cfm, http://www.zelo.com/firstnames/find.asp. Then they will go to their blog accounts and write a paragraph about what their name means and if they think that the name fits them using the definition as support of the argument. The reason behind this lesson is that Gogol changes his name later in the book. I want students to be aware of their identity and how that identity might change if their name was different. They will also be changing their name in a later lesson.
WHAT TO DO
Students will be finding a definition of their first names today on the Internet. For instance, if you go to babynames.com and type in Kerri a definition of dark and mysterious comes up. That is my favorite name site but I will students numerous choices, for every site doesn’t have every name. After they had found their name, they will go to their blog accounts and write an entry about the definition they found and make an argument for whether or not the definition fits their personality. They must support this argument with a personal story about themselves. If they get done early with this assignment I will allow them to start reading tomorrows homework.
HOMEWORK
Students will be reading chapters three through six for homework tonight. They must still write in their reading logs online and remember to keep track of all the definitions of names that appear.
HOW DID IT GO?
If all students were able to find their name online and write an argument for or against their name fitting their personality, then today was a success. This lesson is scaffolding for a lesson later in the unit when students will research names of those same websites and pick a new name.
Lesson
Three “The
Overcoat”
WHAT’S ON FOR TODAY
AND WHY
Today, we will be discussing pages 90-93. This is the section where Gogol’s teacher talked about the author Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol and the short story “The Overcoat.” We will also be reading “The Overcoat” in class. This story plays such an important role in the naming of Gogol. Does the story reveal anything about Gogol’s character?
WHAT TO DO
First I will pass out Handout 2, and I will read it to the class. I think it’s ironic that Gogol is in school and reading about his namesake. It somehow makes the story more real for students who are themselves sitting in a classroom discussing The Namesake. In the last two lessons they have been hooked into the novel and the discussion of names. Then I will pass out “The Overcoat.” We will do a spirit reading of the story. I think this will take the rest of the class. But if there is time left over we can discuss the question they will be answering for homework tonight.
HOMEWORK
For tonight, students will be writing an entry on their blogs about the correlations between the short story and Gogol’s character thus far. Does the story reveal anything about Gogol’s character? If it doesn’t, how would you describe Gogol thus far? Or take the description of the author’s life that we started with and make connections there.
HOW DID IT GO?
I will be happy if students actually look like they are thinking about how the story or the author’s life is in any way related to Gogol’s character. I am really just trying to bring some sort of supplementary reading in today. So, if students read the story and listened to others reading then the day was successful.
Lesson
Four “I hate my name”
WHAT’S ON FOR TODAY
AND WHY
Now that students have been fully acquainted with the concept of naming and the meanings behind names, they find out that Gogol is going to change his name. In chapter five, Gogol changes his name. Today we will have a fishbowl discussion about the reasons and the affects of this drastic change. I want to do this discussion as a fishbowl, so that everyone or only some can participate. It is, for me, one of the most pivotal moments in the novel so I am giving it a whole day’s discussion. To change one’s name is to change one’s identity.
WHAT TO DO
I will ask for five volunteers to sit in a small circle in the middle of the room. Everyone else will sit around this circle. Then I will prompt the group with the statement, “I hate my name, and I want to change it.” I will ask them to talk about how in chapter five Gogol changes his name and his identity. They can talk about whatever aspect of that chapter or story that they are most interested in. After about five minutes, anyone who wants to join the conversation can tap people in the circle out. The discussion should just continue as if I wasn’t in the room, and I am looking for as many people to participate as possible. I will end this conversation with about five minutes until the end of the period to explain the homework.
HOMEWORK
For homework, students will go back to the websites from lesson two and choose a new name for themselves. On some of the websites you can search by meaning, rather than name. They must find a new name and definition. Then they will create a poster board with their real name and definition and chosen name and definition. This will not be due until Monday, but there will be reading to do over the weekend so they should get a jumpstart on it. I would also like them to write an entry on their blogs taking about why they chose the name they did. This is just to make sure they actually thought about the new name. The entry will be due by midnight tonight.
HOW DID IT GO?
Because this the first time we will be doing a fishbowl discussion, I am interested to see if it works. I want students to be able to talk about anything pertaining to the subject, so if they stay within the changing your name realm I’ll be happy. I also am curious to see if other students will tap the original students out of the circle to participate themselves.
Lesson
Five
Gogol’s Family
WHAT’S ON FOR TODAY
AND WHY
Today we will be looking closely at Gogol’s family. The family has so much to do with character development in the novel, and this character development is exemplified by the meaning of names. We will read part of chapter seven together in class, because it is the chapter where Gogol’s father dies. I want to pay particular attention to the family today. I feel like I have left out so much of the characterization of the family and their heritage. I would like to divide the class into four parts and have each group become a character. Then they will collectively write a biography for that character and report back to the class on Monday.
WHAT TO DO
We will do a spirit reading of pages 159-170. This is the part where the family finds out
that Ashoke dies. Then I will divide the
class into four sections and give each section one member of the family-
Ashoke, Ashima, Gogol, and Sonia. Each
group will write a biography of their character from what they know up until
this point in the novel. I will pass out
Worksheet 2, which will guide them in writing the bio. They have the whole period to work on
this. They will be getting back into
their groups on Monday and reporting back to the class what they came up
with. They must use quotes from the novel
to support themselves.
HOMEWORK
Read chapters seven through nine. They must still write a reading log entry on their blog accounts for every chapter. Also, remind students that they will be reporting on their group’s character and their posters of new and old names are due.
HOW DID IT GO?
If students were diligently working in their groups on the biographies, including talking and looking in their books, the day was a success. Also, they must have participated in the spirit reading to get credit for today’s class.
Lesson
Six Family and Names
WHAT’S ON FOR TODAY
AND WHY
Today, we will be hearing from the groups who wrote biographies for the family members in the novel. Each group will read what they have about the character they were given. Then, we will spend a few minutes talking about the family as a whole. After that students will hang their posters and tell the class their new name and why they chose it.
WHAT TO DO
Each group will spend five minutes talking about what they came up with about their character thus far. At the end of those twenty minutes, we will have a full class discussion about the family as a whole. I want to point out the American assimilation and Indian culture of the family. Then each student gets to come up one by one and get a tack to hang their name posters. For the rest of the unit students will become a new person with a new name. They must explain the reason behind the new name and say the definition of that name as they are hanging it. I will make a list of the new and old names so that I can call students by that name for the rest of the week. They will write a blog about the experience at the end of the unit. This is tied to chapter five when Gogol changes his name. Why are the implications of changing one’s name?
HOMEWORK
Students will read chapter ten and write a reading log entry on their blog accounts. I also want them to come tomorrow with a list of the women in Gogol’s life.
HOW DID IT GO?
Presentations are hard to gauge, but if all students participated today in some way then the day was a success. I want to hear every voice in the class today. I am also interested in the new names and the reasons for choosing them. It will be interesting to see what everyone chooses to become for the next week.
Lesson
Seven Gogol’s Women
WHAT’S ON FOR TODAY
AND WHY
Today, students have a free period to read chapters ten and eleven on their own. I am doing this because in the next few days I will be giving them a paper to write and a performance activity.
WHAT TO DO
I want to begin by asking students to take out the piece of paper with the names of all the women in Gogol’s life. I would like to write these names on the board and talk about the characters for a few minutes before I allow students to have the period to read. I want to talk about Ashima, Sonia, Kim, Ruth, Maxine, and Moushumi. I would like students to come up with a one sentence description of each character and their relationship to Gogol. This is just a start to what the performance activity will become. Students will be becoming one of the women in Gogol’s life for their final performances. After we come up with sentences, students are free to read. If they finish with chapter eleven, they can move onto twelve because that is tonight’s homework.
HOMEWORK
Students will read chapter twelve and write a reading log on blogger.
HOW DID IT GO?
If students are able to think back to the character of Kim from the beginning of the novel, it means they have been reading closely and that will impress me. It’s hard to sum up a character in one sentence, so if they are able to do that then they show a real understanding of the text. Also, I am looking to see that they use their time wisely and actually read while I am giving them the opportunity to do so.
Lesson
WHAT’S ON FOR TODAY
AND WHY
I want to talk about chapter twelve and chapter one today. They are so similar in that it places Ashima in a kitchen and exemplifies her character. The novel has in essence come full circle. Is the novel about Gogol or Ashima? What is the significance of starting and the ending the novel with such imagery? We will also be doing a found poetry activity today with both chapters. I want students to familiarize themselves with this because their performance activity will use found poetry.
WHAT TO DO
Students will have read the entire novel by now. I want to specifically look at chapter one and chapter twelve. What are the similarities/differences? What did the author chose to start and end with Ashima, if the novel was about Gogol? What does being in the kitchen signify? Has Ashima changed throughout the novel? If she has, how? I think I will do a fishbowl discussion with these questions for about fifteen minutes at the beginning on the class (for an explanation of fish bowl discussions see lesson four). For the rest of the period, I will ask students to do a found poetry activity with these two chapters. They must take seven lines or partial lines from chapter one and seven from chapter twelve and create a fourteen line poem about Ashima. I will collect these at the end of the period for participation points. I will also be picking a few really wonderful ones and reading them to start tomorrow’s class anonymously.
HOMEWORK
Students will start working on their final papers for the unit tonight. See assignment sheet 1 for details and rubric.
HOW DID IT GO?
If students were able to make connections between the first and last chapters of the novel and have an intelligent fishbowl discussion, then the day was a success. Also, they must hand in their found poetry for a participation grade for today.
Lesson
Nine Performance Groups
WHAT’S ON FOR TODAY
AND WHY
Today will be the introduction and group work time for the performance activity of this unit. I will explain to students what this performance entails and hand out the rubric for final grades. Performance really allows students to dive into the text and look at the language and characters more closely. We have spent two weeks on this novel, so I want to see what students have learned.
WHAT TO DO
First I will ask students to pick groups of three or four. Once they have decided on their groups I will handout out assignment sheet 2 which includes the rubric. I will answer any questions students might have and allow them the rest of the period to pick characters and come up with their found poetry and performance. They will also have tomorrow to work on these performances. Performances are scheduled for Monday and Tuesday (day chosen by students) and their papers are due the following Friday.
HOMEWORK
Students must continue to work on their projects and papers. If they cannot get together outside of school, I will suggest that they exchange email addresses or IM names to communicate with one another.
HOW DID IT GO?
If students were able to pick groups and seemed to be working on their projects and asking questions then the day was successful in my eyes. I am looking for an understanding of the text, characters, and language in these performances and final papers.
Lesson
Ten
Performances
WHAT’S ON FOR TODAY
AND WHY
Today and tomorrow we will be watching the performances all period.
WHAT TO DO
Each group of students on their chosen day will perform their scenes for the class.
HOMEWORK
Continue working on the final paper for the unit.
HOW DID IT GO?
If each group is prepared and performs, then the day was successful.
Lesson
Eleven Regents Task One
WHAT’S ON FOR TODAY
AND WHY
I will be bringing in my laptop today will be having students listen to part of an interview with Jhumpa Lahiri on NPR. The website is:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=1415693. After students listen to the interview, they will be practicing the essay for the Regents Task One.
WHAT TO DO
I will play a portion of the interview off of my laptop (during this time I will ask students to take notes) and then students will use the rest of the period to answer the following essay question: What does it mean to be a foreigner in Lahiri’s eyes? Use evidence from her latest novel and her own words to support or answer. I will play the interview a second time while students are writing in case they missed something that they would like to write down. The essay will be collected at the end of the period for a participation grade.
HOMEWORK
Continue to work on final papers (due Friday). Also, I will ask students to bring in the list of names and definitions of names from the novel for tomorrow’s class.
HOW DID IT GO?
If students listened to the interview and wrote the essay then the day was a success. This is good practice for the upcoming Regents Exam.
Lesson
Twelve
Wrapping it Up!
WHAT’S ON FOR TODAY
AND WHY
Today, I am just going to be wrapping up the unit. I will start by reading an excerpt from an article I have about Jhumpa Lahiri and then open up discussion about anything relating to the novel or unit. This is meant to just be a day to wind things up before the final paper is due.
WHAT TO DO
I will start by asking students to take out the sheet that they kept while reading with all the definitions of names from the novel on it. I will ask volunteers to read one name and definition and talk about whether or not that name fits the character. When we go through the whole list, I will read an excerpt about Jhumpa’s name. “Jhumpa has no meaning. It always upset me. It’s like jhuma, which refers to the sound of a child’s rattle, but with a ‘p’. In this country, you’d never name you child Rattle. I actually have two good names, Nilanjana and Sudeshna. My mother couldn’t decide. All three are on the birth certificate. I never know how to write my name.” (excerpt taken from an interview with John Glassie). After this I will open up discussion for anyone who wants to talk about the novel or their final papers. If no one has anything to say, they can start handwriting their assignment for tonight or work on their final papers.
HOMEWORK
Final paper due tomorrow. Write a final blog entry about how it felt to be called by a different name in class for the last week. Did your identity change? Did you not know when I was calling on you? What was the experience like? Tie your experience with that of Gogol’s, were there similarities or differences? This entry is due by midnight tonight.
HOW DID IT GO?
This was meant to be an end of the unit day. I wanted to be able to answer any questions or comments about the novel or papers. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular to happen.
Ms. Koch
World Literature 12
Handout #1
Gogol pours himself another juice glass of Chianti. He hates contributing to these conversations, hates listening. A number of name books are passed around the table: Finding the Perfect Name, Alternative Baby Names, The Idiot’s Guide to Naming Your Baby. One is called What Not to Name Your Baby. Pages are folded down, some with stars and checks in the margins. Someone suggests Zachary. Someone else says she once had a dog named Zachary. Everyone wants to look up his or her own name to see what it means, is by turns pleased and disappointed. Both Gogol and Moushsumi are absent from these books, and for the first time all evening he feels a hint of that odd bond that had first drawn them together. He goes over to where she’s sitting, takes one of her hands, which have been resting flat on the surface of the table, her arms extended. She turns to look at him.
“Hey there,” she says. She smiles at him, temporarily leaning her head on his shoulder, and he realizes that she’s drunk.
“What does Moushumi mean?” Oliver asks on the other side of her.
“A damp southwesterly breeze,” she says, shaking her head, rolling her eyes.
“Sort of like the one outside?”
“I always knew you were a force of nature,” Astrid says, laughing.
Gogol turns to Moushumi. “Really?” he says. He realizes that it’s something he’d never thought to ask her, something he hadn’t known.
“You never told me that,” he says.
She shakes her head, confused. “I haven’t?”
It bothers him, though he’s not quite sure why. But it’s not the time to dwell on it. Not in the middle of all this. He gets up to go the bathroom.
Ms. Koch
World Literature 12
Worksheet 1
Why would someone hate contributing or listening
to a conversation about naming a baby?
Why would two people bond by the absence of
their names in a baby names book?
What do you think is the relationship between
Gogol and Moushumi in this passage?
What is the setting of this passage? What would you see if this were staged?
The title of the book this passage is taken from
is called The Namesake. What do you think this title means?
What might the book be about?
Does this passage reveal anything about the
characters?
Does the meaning of one’s name matter?
Do you know the meaning of your name?
Does your name have a story?
Ms. Koch
World Literature 12
Handout 2
The following day, Mr. Lawson writes Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol” in capital letters on the board, draws a box around it, then writes the dates of the author’s birth and death in parentheses. Gogol opens the binder on his desk, reluctantly copies the information down. He tells himself it isn’t so strange; there is, after all, a William in the class, if not an Ernest….
“Not
your ordinary guy, Nikolai Gogol,” Mr. Lawson says. “He is celebrated today as one of
Warmth spreads from the back of Gogol’s neck to his cheeks and his ears. Each time the name is uttered, he quietly winces. His parents have never told him any of this….
For the rest of this
passage turn to pages 90-93 in your books.
Ms. Koch
World Literature 12
Handout 3
“The Overcoat” by Nikolai Gogol (http://www.classicreader.com/read.php/sid.6/bookid.2026)
In the department of -- but it is better not to mention the department. There is nothing more irritable than departments, regiments, courts of justice, and, in a word, every branch of public service. Each individual attached to them nowadays thinks all society insulted in his person. Quite recently a complaint was received from a justice of the peace, in which he plainly demonstrated that all the imperial institutions were going to the dogs, and that the Czar's sacred name was being taken in vain; and in proof he appended to the complaint a romance in which the justice of the peace is made to appear about once every ten lines, and sometimes in a drunken condition. Therefore, in order to avoid all unpleasantness, it will be better to describe the department in question only as a certain department.
So, in a certain department there was a certain official --
not a very high one, it must be allowed -- short of stature, somewhat
pock-marked, red-haired, and short-sighted, with a bald forehead, wrinkled
cheeks, and a complexion of the kind known as sanguine. The
His family name was Bashmatchkin. This name is evidently derived from "bashmak" (shoe); but when, at what time, and in what manner, is not known. His father and grandfather, and all the Bashmatchkins, always wore boots, which only had new heels two or three times a year. His name was Akakiy Akakievitch. It may strike the reader as rather singular and far-fetched, but he may rest assured that it was by no means far-fetched, and that the circumstances were such that it would have been impossible to give him any other.
This is how it came about.
Akakiy Akakievitch was born, if my memory fails me not, in the evening of the 23rd of March. His mother, the wife of a Government official and a very fine woman, made all due arrangements for having the child baptised. 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. They offered the mother her choice of three names, Mokiya, Sossiya, or that the child should be called after the martyr Khozdazat. "No," said the good woman, "all those names are poor." In order to please her they opened the calendar to another place; three more names appeared, Triphiliy, Dula, and Varakhasiy. "This is a judgment," said the old woman. "What names! I truly never heard the like. Varada or Varukh might have been borne, but not Triphiliy and Varakhasiy!" They turned to another page and found Pavsikakhiy and Vakhtisiy. "Now I see," said the old woman, "that it is plainly fate. And since such is the case, it will be better to name him after his father. His father's name was Akakiy, so let his son's be Akakiy too." In this manner he became Akakiy Akakievitch. They christened the child, whereat he wept and made a grimace, as though he foresaw that he was to be a titular councillor.
In this manner did it all come about. We have mentioned it in order that the reader might see for himself that it was a case of necessity, and that it was utterly impossible to give him any other name. When and how he entered the department, and who appointed him, no one could remember. However much the directors and chiefs of all kinds were changed, he was always to be seen in the same place, the same attitude, the same occupation; so that it was afterwards affirmed that he had been born in undress uniform with a bald head. No respect was shown him in the department. The porter not only did not rise from his seat when he passed, but never even glanced at him, any more than if a fly had flown through the reception-room. His superiors treated him in coolly despotic fashion. Some sub-chief would thrust a paper under his nose without so much as saying, "Copy," or "Here's a nice interesting affair," or anything else agreeable, as is customary amongst well-bred officials. And he took it, looking only at the paper and not observing who handed it to him, or whether he had the right to do so; simply took it, and set about copying it.
The young officials laughed at and made fun of him, so far as their official wit permitted; told in his presence various stories concocted about him, and about his landlady, an old woman of seventy; declared that she beat him; asked when the wedding was to be; and strewed bits of paper over his head, calling them snow. But Akakiy Akakievitch answered not a word, any more than if there had been no one there besides himself. It even had no effect upon his work: amid all these annoyances he never made a single mistake in a letter. But if the joking became wholly unbearable, as when they jogged his hand and prevented his attending to his work, he would exclaim, "Leave me alone! Why do you insult me?" And there was something strange in the words and the voice in which they were uttered. There was in it something which moved to pity; so much that one young man, a new-comer, who, taking pattern by the others, had permitted himself to make sport of Akakiy, suddenly stopped short, as though all about him had undergone a transformation, and presented itself in a different aspect. Some unseen force repelled him from the comrades whose acquaintance he had made, on the supposition that they were well-bred and polite men. Long afterwards, in his gayest moments, there recurred to his mind the little official with the bald forehead, with his heart-rending words, "Leave me alone! Why do you insult me?" In these moving words, other words resounded --"I am thy brother." And the young man covered his face with his hand; and many a time afterwards, in the course of his life, shuddered at seeing how much inhumanity there is in man, how much savage coarseness is concealed beneath delicate, refined worldliness, and even, O God! in that man whom the world acknowledges as honourable and noble.
It would be difficult to find another man who lived so entirely for his duties. It is not enough to say that Akakiy laboured with zeal: no, he laboured with love. In his copying, he found a varied and agreeable employment. Enjoyment was written on his face: some letters were even favourites with him; and when he encountered these, he smiled, winked, and worked with his lips, till it seemed as though each letter might be read in his face, as his pen traced it. If his pay had been in proportion to his zeal, he would, perhaps, to his great surprise, have been made even a councillor of state. But he worked, as his companions, the wits, put it, like a horse in a mill.
Moreover, it is impossible to say that no attention was paid to him. 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. So he was ordered to make a report of an already concluded affair to another department: the duty consisting simply in changing the heading and altering a few words from the first to the third person. This caused him so much toil that he broke into a perspiration, rubbed his forehead, and finally said, "No, give me rather something to copy." After that they let him copy on forever.
Outside this copying, it appeared that nothing existed for him. He gave no thought to his clothes: his undress uniform was not green, but a sort of rusty- meal colour. The collar was low, so that his neck, in spite of the fact that it was not long, seemed inordinately so as it emerged from it, like the necks of those plaster cats which wag their heads, and are carried about upon the heads of scores of image sellers. And something was always sticking to his uniform, either a bit of hay or some trifle. 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. Never once in his life did he give heed to what was going on every day in the street; while it is well known that his young brother officials train the range of their glances till they can see when any one's trouser straps come undone upon the opposite sidewalk, which always brings a malicious smile to their faces. But Akakiy Akakievitch saw in all things the clean, even strokes of his written lines; and only when a horse thrust his nose, from some unknown quarter, over his shoulder, and sent a whole gust of wind down his neck from his nostrils, did he observe that he was not in the middle of a page, but in the middle of the street.
On reaching home, he sat down at once at the table, supped his cabbage soup up quickly, and swallowed a bit of beef with onions, never noticing their taste, and gulping down everything with flies and anything else which the Lord happened to send at the moment. His stomach filled, he rose from the table, and copied papers which he had brought home. If there happened to be none, he took copies for himself, for his own gratification, especially if the document was noteworthy, not on account of its style, but of its being addressed to some distinguished person.
Even at the hour when the grey St. Petersburg sky had quite dispersed, and all the official world had eaten or dined, each as he could, in accordance with the salary he received and his own fancy; when all were resting from the departmental jar of pens, running to and fro from their own and other people's indispensable occupations, and from all the work that an uneasy man makes willingly for himself, rather than what is necessary; when officials hasten to dedicate to pleasure the time which is left to them, one bolder than the rest going to the theatre; another, into the street looking under all the bonnets; another wasting his evening in compliments to some pretty girl, the star of a small official circle; another -- and this is the common case of all -- visiting his comrades on the fourth or third floor, in two small rooms with an ante-room or kitchen, and some pretensions to fashion, such as a lamp or some other trifle which has cost many a sacrifice of dinner or pleasure trip; in a word, at the hour when all officials disperse among the contracted quarters of their friends, to play whist, as they sip their tea from glasses with a kopek's worth of sugar, smoke long pipes, relate at times some bits of gossip which a Russian man can never, under any circumstances, refrain from, and, when there is nothing else to talk of, repeat eternal anecdotes about the commandant to whom they had sent word that the tails of the horses on the Falconet Monument had been cut off, when all strive to divert themselves, Akakiy Akakievitch indulged in no kind of diversion. No one could ever say that he had seen him at any kind of evening party. Having written to his heart's content, he lay down to sleep, smiling at the thought of the coming day -- of what God might send him to copy on the morrow.
Thus flowed on the peaceful life of the man, who, with a salary of four hundred rubles, understood how to be content with his lot; and thus it would have continued to flow on, perhaps, to extreme old age, were it not that there are various ills strewn along the path of life for titular councillors as well as for private, actual, court, and every other species of councillor, even for those who never give any advice or take any themselves.
There exists in
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. He began finally to wonder whether the fault did not lie in his cloak. He examined it thoroughly at home, and discovered that in two places, namely, on the back and shoulders, it had become thin as gauze: the cloth was worn to such a degree that he could see through it, and the lining had fallen into pieces. You must know that Akakiy Akakievitch's cloak served as an object of ridicule to the officials: they even refused it the noble name of cloak, and called it a cape. In fact, it was of singular make: its collar diminishing year by year, but serving to patch its other parts. The patching did not exhibit great skill on the part of the tailor, and was, in fact, baggy and ugly. Seeing how the matter stood, Akakiy Akakievitch decided that it would be necessary to take the cloak to Petrovitch, the tailor, who lived somewhere on the fourth floor up a dark stair-case, and who, in spite of his having but one eye, and pock-marks all over his face, busied himself with considerable success in repairing the trousers and coats of officials and others; that is to say, when he was sober and not nursing some other scheme in his head.
It is not necessary to say much about this tailor; but, as it is the custom to have the character of each personage in a novel clearly defined, there is no help for it, so here is Petrovitch the tailor. At first he was called only Grigoriy, and was some gentleman's serf; he commenced calling himself Petrovitch from the time when he received his free papers, and further began to drink heavily on all holidays, at first on the great ones, and then on all church festivities without discrimination, wherever a cross stood in the calendar. On this point he was faithful to ancestral custom; and when quarrelling with his wife, he called her a low female and a German. As we have mentioned his wife, it will be necessary to say a word or two about her. 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.
Ascending the staircase which led to Petrovitch's room -- which
staircase was all soaked with dish-water, and reeked with the smell of spirits
which affects the eyes, and is an inevitable adjunct to all dark stairways in
Akakiy Akakievitch was vexed at arriving at the precise moment when Petrovitch was angry; he liked to order something of Petrovitch when the latter was a little downhearted, or, as his wife expressed it, "when he had settled himself with brandy, the one-eyed devil!" Under such circumstances, Petrovitch generally came down in his price very readily, and even bowed and returned thanks. Afterwards, to be sure, his wife would come, complaining that her husband was drunk, and so had fixed the price too low; but, if only a ten-kopek piece were added, then the matter was settled. But now it appeared that Petrovitch was in a sober condition, and therefore rough, taciturn, and inclined to demand, Satan only knows what price. Akakiy Akakievitch felt this, and would gladly have beat a retreat; but he was in for it. Petrovitch screwed up his one eye very intently at him, and Akakiy Akakievitch involuntarily said: "How do you do, Petrovitch?"
"I wish you a good morning, sir," said Petrovitch, squinting at Akakiy Akakievitch's hands, to see what sort of booty he had brought.
"Ah! I -- to you, Petrovitch, this --" It must be known that Akakiy Akakievitch expressed himself chiefly by prepositions, adverbs, and scraps of phrases which had no meaning whatever. If the matter was a very difficult one, he had a habit of never completing his sentences; so that frequently, having begun a phrase with the words, "This, in fact, is quite --" he forgot to go on, thinking that he had already finished it.
"What is it?" asked Petrovitch, and with his one eye scanned Akakievitch's whole uniform from the collar down to the cuffs, the back, the tails and the button- holes, all of which were well known to him, since they were his own handiwork. Such is the habit of tailors; it is the first thing they do on meeting one.
"But I, here, this -- Petrovitch -- a cloak, cloth -- here you see, everywhere, in different places, it is quite strong -- it is a little dusty, and looks old, but it is new, only here in one place it is a little -- on the back, and here on one of the shoulders, it is a little worn, yes, here on this shoulder it is a little -- do you see? that is all. And a little work --"
Petrovitch took the cloak, spread it out, to begin with, on the table, looked hard at it, shook his head, reached out his hand to the window-sill for his snuff-box, adorned with the portrait of some general, though what general is unknown, for the place where the face should have been had been rubbed through by the finger, and a square bit of paper had been pasted over it. Having taken a pinch of snuff, Petrovitch held up the cloak, and inspected it against the light, and again shook his head once more. After which he again lifted the general-adorned lid with its bit of pasted paper, and having stuffed his nose with snuff, closed and put away the snuff-box, and said finally, "No, it is impossible to mend it; it's a wretched garment!"
Akakiy Akakievitch's heart sank at these words.
"Why is it impossible, Petrovitch?" he said, almost in the pleading voice of a child; "all that ails it is, that it is worn on the shoulders. You must have some pieces --"
"Yes, patches could be found, patches are easily found," said Petrovitch, "but there's nothing to sew them to. The thing is completely rotten; if you put a needle to it -- see, it will give way."
"Let it give way, and you can put on another patch at once."
"But there is nothing to put the patches on to; there's no use in strengthening it; it is too far gone. It's lucky that it's cloth; for, if the wind were to blow, it would fly away."
"Well, strengthen it again. How will this, in fact --"
"No," said Petrovitch decisively, "there is nothing to be done with it. It's a thoroughly bad job. You'd better, when the cold winter weather comes on, make yourself some gaiters out of it, because stockings are not warm. The Germans invented them in order to make more money." Petrovitch loved, on all occasions, to have a fling at the Germans. "But it is plain you must have a new cloak."
At the word "new," all grew dark before Akakiy Akakievitch's eyes, and everything in the room began to whirl round. The only thing he saw clearly was the general with the paper face on the lid of Petrovitch's snuff-box. "A new one?" said he, as if still in a dream: "why, I have no money for that."
"Yes, a new one," said Petrovitch, with barbarous composure.
"Well, if it came to a new one, how would it -- ?"
"You mean how much would it cost?"
"Well, you would have to lay out a hundred and fifty or more," said Petrovitch, and pursed up his lips significantly. He liked to produce powerful effects, liked to stun utterly and suddenly, and then to glance sideways to see what face the stunned person would put on the matter.
"A hundred and fifty rubles for a cloak!" shrieked poor Akakiy Akakievitch, perhaps for the first time in his life, for his voice had always been distinguished for softness.
"Yes, sir," said Petrovitch, "for any kind of cloak. If you have a marten fur on the collar, or a silk-lined hood, it will mount up to two hundred."
"Petrovitch, please," said Akakiy Akakievitch in a beseeching tone, not hearing, and not trying to hear, Petrovitch's words, and disregarding all his "effects," "some repairs, in order that it may wear yet a little longer."
"No, it would only be a waste of time and money," said Petrovitch; and Akakiy Akakievitch went away after these words, utterly discouraged. But Petrovitch stood for some time after his departure, with significantly compressed lips, and without betaking himself to his work, satisfied that he would not be dropped, and an artistic tailor employed.
Akakiy Akakievitch went out into the street as if in a dream. "Such an affair!" he said to himself: "I did not think it had come to --" and then after a pause, he added, "Well, so it is! see what it has come to at last! and I never imagined that it was so!" Then followed a long silence, after which he exclaimed, "Well, so it is! see what already -- nothing unexpected that -- it would be nothing -- what a strange circumstance!" So saying, instead of going home, he went in exactly the opposite direction without himself suspecting it. On the way, a chimney-sweep bumped up against him, and blackened his shoulder, and a whole hatful of rubbish landed on him from the top of a house which was building. He did not notice it; and only when he ran against a watchman, who, having planted his halberd beside him, was shaking some snuff from his box into his horny hand, did he recover himself a little, and that because the watchman said, "Why are you poking yourself into a man's very face? Haven't you the pavement?" This caused him to look about him, and turn towards home.
There only, he finally began to collect his thoughts, and to survey his position in its clear and actual light, and to argue with himself, sensibly and frankly, as with a reasonable friend with whom one can discuss private and personal matters. "No," said Akakiy Akakievitch, "it is impossible to reason with Petrovitch now; he is that -- evidently his wife has been beating him. I'd better go to him on Sunday morning; after Saturday night he will be a little cross-eyed and sleepy, for he will want to get drunk, and his wife won't give him any money; and at such a time, a ten-kopek piece in his hand will -- he will become more fit to reason with, and then the cloak, and that --" Thus argued Akakiy Akakievitch with himself, regained his courage, and waited until the first Sunday, when, seeing from afar that Petrovitch's wife had left the house, he went straight to him.
Petrovitch's eye was, indeed, very much askew after Saturday: his head drooped, and he was very sleepy; but for all that, as soon as he knew what it was a question of, it seemed as though Satan jogged his memory. "Impossible," said he: "please to order a new one." Thereupon Akakiy Akakievitch handed over the ten- kopek piece. "Thank you, sir; I will drink your good health," said Petrovitch: "but as for the cloak, don't trouble yourself about it; it is good for nothing. I will make you a capital new one, so let us settle about it now."
Akakiy Akakievitch was still for mending it; but Petrovitch would not hear of it, and said, "I shall certainly have to make you a new one, and you may depend upon it that I shall do my best. It may even be, as the fashion goes, that the collar can be fastened by silver hooks under a flap."
Then Akakiy Akakievitch saw that it was impossible to get along without a new cloak, and his spirit sank utterly. How, in fact, was it to be done? Where was the money to come from? He might, to be sure, depend, in part, upon his present at Christmas; but that money had long been allotted beforehand. He must have some new trousers, and pay a debt of long standing to the shoemaker for putting new tops to his old boots, and he must order three shirts from the seamstress, and a couple of pieces of linen. In short, all his money must be spent; and even if the director should be so kind as to order him to receive forty-five rubles instead of forty, or even fifty, it would be a mere nothing, a mere drop in the ocean towards the funds necessary for a cloak: although he knew that Petrovitch was often wrong-headed enough to blurt out some outrageous price, so that even his own wife could not refrain from exclaiming, "Have you lost your senses, you fool?" At one time he would not work at any price, and now it was quite likely that he had named a higher sum than the cloak would cost.
But although he knew that Petrovitch would undertake to make a cloak for eighty rubles, still, where was he to get the eighty rubles from? He might possibly manage half, yes, half might be procured, but where was the other half to come from? But the reader must first be told where the first half came from. Akakiy Akakievitch had a habit of putting, for every ruble he spent, a groschen into a small box, fastened with a lock and key, and with a slit in the top for the reception of money. At the end of every half-year he counted over the heap of coppers, and changed it for silver. This he had done for a long time, and in the course of years, the sum had mounted up to over forty rubles. Thus he had one half on hand; but where was he to find the other half? where was he to get another forty rubles from? Akakiy Akakievitch thought and thought, and decided that it would be necessary to curtail his ordinary expenses, for the space of one year at least, to dispense with tea in the evening; to burn no candles, and, if there was anything which he must do, to go into his landlady's room, and work by her light. When he went into the street, he must walk as lightly as he could, and as cautiously, upon the stones, almost upon tiptoe, in order not to wear his heels down in too short a time; he must give the laundress as little to wash as possible; and, in order not to wear out his clothes, he must take them off, as soon as he got home, and wear only his cotton dressing-gown, which had been long and carefully saved.
To tell the truth, it was a little hard for him at first to accustom himself to these deprivations; but he got used to them at length, after a fashion, and all went smoothly. 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. From that time forth his existence seemed to become, in some way, fuller, as if he were married, or as if some other man lived in him, as if, in fact, he were not alone, and some pleasant friend had consented to travel along life's path with him, the friend being no other than the cloak, with thick wadding and a strong lining incapable of wearing out. He became more lively, and even his character grew firmer, like that of a man who has made up his mind, and set himself a goal. From his face and gait, doubt and indecision, all hesitating and wavering traits disappeared of themselves. Fire gleamed in his eyes, and occasionally the boldest and most daring ideas flitted through his mind; why not, for instance, have marten fur on the collar? The thought of this almost made him absent-minded. Once, in copying a letter, he nearly made a mistake, so that he exclaimed almost aloud, "Ugh!" and crossed himself. Once, in the course of every month, he had a conference with Petrovitch on the subject of the cloak, where it would be better to buy the cloth, and the colour, and the price. He always returned home satisfied, though troubled, reflecting that the time would come at last when it could all be bought, and then the cloak made.
The affair progressed more briskly than he had expected. Far beyond all his hopes, the director awarded neither forty nor forty-five rubles for Akakiy Akakievitch's share, but sixty. Whether he suspected that Akakiy Akakievitch needed a cloak, or whether it was merely chance, at all events, twenty extra rubles were by this means provided. This circumstance hastened matters. Two or three months more of hunger and Akakiy Akakievitch had accumulated about eighty rubles. His heart, generally so quiet, began to throb. On the first possible day, he went shopping in company with Petrovitch. They bought some very good cloth, and at a reasonable rate too, for they had been considering the matter for six months, and rarely let a month pass without their visiting the shops to inquire prices. Petrovitch himself said that no better cloth could be had. For lining, they selected a cotton stuff, but so firm and thick that Petrovitch declared it to be better than silk, and even prettier and more glossy. They did not buy the marten fur, because it was, in fact, dear, but in its stead, they picked out the very best of cat-skin which could be found in the shop, and which might, indeed, be taken for marten at a distance.
Petrovitch worked at the cloak two whole weeks, for there was a great deal of quilting: otherwise it would have been finished sooner. He charged twelve rubles for the job, it could not possibly have been done for less. It was all sewed with silk, in small, double seams; and Petrovitch went over each seam afterwards with his own teeth, stamping in various patterns.
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. He brought it in the morning, before the hour when it was necessary to start for the department. Never did a cloak arrive so exactly in the nick of time; for the severe cold had set in, and it seemed to threaten to increase. Petrovitch brought the cloak himself as befits a good tailor. On his countenance was a significant expression, such as Akakiy Akakievitch had never beheld there. He seemed fully sensible that he had done no small deed, and crossed a gulf separating tailors who only put in linings, and execute repairs, from those who make new things. He took the cloak out of the pocket handkerchief in which he had brought it. The handkerchief was fresh from the laundress, and he put it in his pocket for use. Taking out the cloak, he gazed proudly at it, held it up with both hands, and flung it skilfully over the shoulders of Akakiy Akakievitch. Then he pulled it and fitted it down behind with his hand, and he draped it around Akakiy Akakievitch without buttoning it. Akakiy Akakievitch, like an experienced man, wished to try the sleeves. Petrovitch helped him on with them, and it turned out that the sleeves were satisfactory also. In short, the cloak appeared to be perfect, and most seasonable. Petrovitch did not neglect to observe that it was only because he lived in a narrow street, and had no signboard, and had known Akakiy Akakievitch so long, that he had made it so cheaply; but that if he had been in business on the Nevsky Prospect, he would have charged seventy-five rubles for the making alone. Akakiy Akakievitch did not care to argue this point with Petrovitch. He paid him, thanked him, and set out at once in his new cloak for the department. Petrovitch followed him, and, pausing in the street, gazed long at the cloak in the distance, after which he went to one side expressly to run through a crooked alley, and emerge again into the street beyond to gaze once more upon the cloak from another point, namely, directly in front.
Meantime Akakiy Akakievitch went on in holiday mood. He was conscious every second of the time that he had a new cloak on his shoulders; and several times he laughed with internal satisfaction. In fact, there were two advantages, one was its warmth, the other its beauty. He saw nothing of the road, but suddenly found himself at the department. He took off his cloak in the ante-room, looked it over carefully, and confided it to the especial care of the attendant. It is impossible to say precisely how it was that every one in the department knew at once that Akakiy Akakievitch had a new cloak, and that the "cape" no longer existed. All rushed at the same moment into the ante-room to inspect it. They congratulated him and said pleasant things to him, so that he began at first to smile and then to grow ashamed. When all surrounded him, and said that the new cloak must be "christened," and that he must give a whole evening at least to this, Akakiy Akakievitch lost his head completely, and did not know where he stood, what to answer, or how to get out of it. He stood blushing all over for several minutes, and was on the point of assuring them with great simplicity that it was not a new cloak, that it was so and so, that it was in fact the old "cape."
At length one of the officials, a sub-chief probably, in order to show that he was not at all proud, and on good terms with his inferiors, said, "So be it, only I will give the party instead of Akakiy Akakievitch; I invite you all to tea with me to-night; it happens quite a propos, as it is my name-day." The officials naturally at once offered the sub-chief their congratulations and accepted the invitations with pleasure. Akakiy Akakievitch would have declined, but all declared that it was discourteous, that it was simply a sin and a shame, and that he could not possibly refuse. Besides, the notion became pleasant to him when he recollected that he should thereby have a chance of wearing his new cloak in the evening also.
That whole day was truly a most triumphant festival day for
Akakiy Akakievitch. He returned home in the most happy frame of mind, took off
his cloak, and hung it carefully on the wall, admiring afresh the cloth and the
lining. Then he brought out his old, worn-out cloak, for comparison. He looked
at it and laughed, so vast was the difference. And long after dinner he laughed
again when the condition of the "cape" recurred to his mind. He dined
cheerfully, and after dinner wrote nothing, but took his ease for a while on
the bed, until it got dark. Then he dressed himself leisurely, put on his
cloak, and stepped out into the street. Where the host lived, unfortunately we
cannot say: our memory begins to fail us badly; and the houses and streets in
Akakiy Akakievitch at length reached the house in which the sub-chief lodged. The sub-chief lived in fine style: the staircase was lit by a lamp; his apartment being on the second floor. On entering the vestibule, Akakiy Akakievitch beheld a whole row of goloshes on the floor. Among them, in the centre of the room, stood a samovar or tea-urn, humming and emitting clouds of steam. On the walls hung all sorts of coats and cloaks, among which there were even some with beaver collars or velvet facings. Beyond, the buzz of conversation was audible, and became clear and loud when the servant came out with a trayful of empty glasses, cream-jugs, and sugar-bowls. It was evident that the officials had arrived long before, and had already finished their first glass of tea.
Akakiy Akakievitch, having hung up his own cloak, entered the inner room. 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 halted very awkwardly in the middle of the room, wondering what he ought to do. But they had seen him. They received him with a shout, and all thronged at once into the ante-room, and there took another look at his cloak. Akakiy Akakievitch, although somewhat confused, was frank-hearted, and could not refrain from rejoicing when he saw how they praised his cloak. Then, of course, they all dropped him and his cloak, and returned, as was proper, to the tables set out for whist.
All this, the noise, the talk, and the throng of people was rather overwhelming to Akakiy Akakievitch. He simply did not know where he stood, or where to put his hands, his feet, and his whole body. Finally he sat down by the players, looked at the cards, gazed at the face of one and another, and after a while began to gape, and to feel that it was wearisome, the more so as the hour was already long past when he usually went to bed. He wanted to take leave of the host; but they would not let him go, saying that he must not fail to drink a glass of champagne in honour of his new garment. In the course of an hour, supper, consisting of vegetable salad, cold veal, pastry, confectioner's pies, and champagne, was served. They made Akakiy Akakievitch drink two glasses of champagne, after which he felt things grow livelier.
Still, he could not forget that it was twelve o'clock, and that he should have been at home long ago. In order that the host might not think of some excuse for detaining him, he stole out of the room quickly, sought out, in the ante-room, his cloak, which, to his sorrow, he found lying on the floor, brushed it, picked off every speck upon it, put it on his shoulders, and descended the stairs to the street.
In the street all was still bright. Some petty shops, those permanent clubs of servants and all sorts of folk, were open. Others were shut, but, nevertheless, showed a streak of light the whole length of the door-crack, indicating that they were not yet free of company, and that probably some domestics, male and female, were finishing their stories and conversations whilst leaving their masters in complete ignorance as to their whereabouts. Akakiy Akakievitch went on in a happy frame of mind: he even started to run, without knowing why, after some lady, who flew past like a flash of lightning. But he stopped short, and went on very quietly as before, wondering why he had quickened his pace. Soon there spread before him those deserted streets, which are not cheerful in the daytime, to say nothing of the evening. Now they were even more dim and lonely: the lanterns began to grow rarer, oil, evidently, had been less liberally supplied. Then came wooden houses and fences: not a soul anywhere; only the snow sparkled in the streets, and mournfully veiled the low-roofed cabins with their closed shutters. He approached the spot where the street crossed a vast square with houses barely visible on its farther side, a square which seemed a fearful desert.
Afar, a tiny spark glimmered from some watchman's box, which seemed to stand on the edge of the world. Akakiy Akakievitch's cheerfulness diminished at this point in a marked degree. He entered the square, not without an involuntary sensation of fear, as though his heart warned him of some evil. He glanced back and on both sides, it was like a sea about him. "No, it is better not to look," he thought, and went on, closing his eyes. 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. All grew dark before his eyes, and his heart throbbed.
"But, of course, the cloak is mine!" said one of them in a loud voice, seizing hold of his collar. Akakiy Akakievitch was about to shout "watch," when the second man thrust a fist, about the size of a man's head, into his mouth, muttering, "Now scream!"
Akakiy Akakievitch felt them strip off his cloak and give him a push with a knee: he fell headlong upon the snow, and felt no more. In a few minutes he recovered consciousness and rose to his feet; but no one was there. He felt that it was cold in the square, and that his cloak was gone; he began to shout, but his voice did not appear to reach to the outskirts of the square. 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 ran up to him, and began in a sobbing voice to shout that he was asleep, and attended to nothing, and did not see when a man was robbed. The watchman replied that he had seen two men stop him in the middle of the square, but supposed that they were friends of his; and that, instead of scolding vainly, he had better go to the police on the morrow, so that they might make a search for whoever had stolen the cloak.
Akakiy Akakievitch ran home in complete disorder; his hair, which grew very thinly upon his temples and the back of his head, wholly disordered; his body, arms, and legs covered with snow. The old woman, who was mistress of his lodgings, on hearing a terrible knocking, sprang hastily from her bed, and, with only one shoe on, ran to open the door, pressing the sleeve of her chemise to her bosom out of modesty; but when she had opened it, she fell back on beholding Akakiy Akakievitch in such a state. When he told her about the affair, she clasped her hands, and said that he must go straight to the district chief of police, for his subordinate would turn up his nose, promise well, and drop the matter there. The very best thing to do, therefore, would be to go to the district chief, whom she knew, because Finnish Anna, her former cook, was now nurse at his house. She often saw him passing the house; and he was at church every Sunday, praying, but at the same time gazing cheerfully at everybody; so that he must be a good man, judging from all appearances. Having listened to this opinion, Akakiy Akakievitch betook himself sadly to his room; and how he spent the night there any one who can put himself in another's place may readily imagine.
Early in the morning, he presented himself at the district chief's; but was told that this official was asleep. He went again at ten and was again informed that he was asleep; at eleven, and they said: "The superintendent is not at home;" at dinner time, and the clerks in the ante-room would not admit him on any terms, and insisted upon knowing his business. So that at last, for once in his life, Akakiy Akakievitch felt an inclination to show some spirit, and said curtly that he must see the chief in person; that they ought not to presume to refuse him entrance; that he came from the department of justice, and that when he complained of them, they would see.
The clerks dared make no reply to this, and one of them went to call the chief, who listened to the strange story of the theft of the coat. Instead of directing his attention to the principal points of the matter, he began to question Akakiy Akakievitch: Why was he going home so late? Was he in the habit of doing so, or had he been to some disorderly house? So that Akakiy Akakievitch got thoroughly confused, and left him without knowing whether the affair of his cloak was in proper train or not.
All that day, for the first time in his life, he never went near the department. The next day he made his appearance, very pale, and in his old cape, which had become even more shabby. The news of the robbery of the cloak touched many; although there were some officials present who never lost an opportunity, even such a one as the present, of ridiculing Akakiy Akakievitch. They decided to make a collection for him on the spot, but the officials had already spent a great deal in subscribing for the director's portrait, and for some book, at the suggestion of the head of that division, who was a friend of the author; and so the sum was trifling.
One of them, moved by pity, resolved to help Akakiy Akakievitch with some good advice at least, and told him that he ought not to go to the police, for although it might happen that a police-officer, wishing to win the approval of his superiors, might hunt up the cloak by some means, still his cloak would remain in the possession of the police if he did not offer legal proof that it belonged to him. The best thing for him, therefore, would be to apply to a certain prominent personage; since this prominent personage, by entering into relations with the proper persons, could greatly expedite the matter.
As there was nothing else to be done, Akakiy Akakievitch decided to go to the prominent personage. What was the exact official position of the prominent personage remains unknown to this day. The reader must know that the prominent personage had but recently become a prominent personage, having up to that time been only an insignificant person. Moreover, his present position was not considered prominent in comparison with others still more so. But there is always a circle of people to whom what is insignificant in the eyes of others, is important enough. Moreover, he strove to increase his importance by sundry devices; for instance, he managed to have the inferior officials meet him on the staircase when he entered upon his service; no one was to presume to come directly to him, but the strictest etiquette must be observed; the collegiate recorder must make a report to the government secretary, the government secretary to the titular councillor, or whatever other man was proper, and all business must come before him in this manner. In Holy Russia all is thus contaminated with the love of imitation; every man imitates and copies his superior. They even say that a certain titular councillor, when promoted to the head of some small separate room, immediately partitioned off a private room for himself, called it the audience chamber, and posted at the door a lackey with red collar and braid, who grasped the handle of the door and opened to all comers; though the audience chamber could hardly hold an ordinary writing-table.
The manners and customs of the prominent personage were grand and imposing, but rather exaggerated. The main foundation of his system was strictness. "Strictness, strictness, and always strictness!" he generally said; and at the last word he looked significantly into the face of the person to whom he spoke. But there was no necessity for this, for the half-score of subordinates who formed the entire force of the office were properly afraid; on catching sight of him afar off they left their work and waited, drawn up in line, until he had passed through the room. His ordinary converse with his inferiors smacked of sternness, and consisted chiefly of three phrases: "How dare you?" "Do you know whom you are speaking to?" "Do you realise who stands before you?"
Otherwise he was a very kind-hearted man, good to his comrades, and ready to oblige; but the rank of general threw him completely off his balance. On receiving any one of that rank, he became confused, lost his way, as it were, and never knew what to do. If he chanced to be amongst his equals he was still a very nice kind of man, a very good fellow in many respects, and not stupid; but the very moment that he found himself in the society of people but one rank lower than himself he became silent; and his situation aroused sympathy, the more so as he felt himself that he might have been making an incomparably better use of his time. In his eyes there was sometimes visible a desire to join some interesting conversation or group; but he was kept back by the thought, "Would it not be a very great condescension on his part? Would it not be familiar? and would he not thereby lose his importance?" And in consequence of such reflections he always remained in the same dumb state, uttering from time to time a few monosyllabic sounds, and thereby earning the name of the most wearisome of men.
To this prominent personage Akakiy Akakievitch presented himself, and this at the most unfavourable time for himself though opportune for the prominent personage. The prominent personage was in his cabinet conversing gaily with an old acquaintance and companion of his childhood whom he had not seen for several years and who had just arrived when it was announced to him that a person named Bashmatchkin had come. He asked abruptly, "Who is he?" --"Some official," he was informed. "Ah, he can wait! this is no time for him to call," said the important man.
It must be remarked here that the important man lied outrageously: he had said all he had to say to his friend long before; and the conversation had been interspersed for some time with very long pauses, during which they merely slapped each other on the leg, and said, "You think so, Ivan Abramovitch!" "Just so, Stepan Varlamitch!" Nevertheless, he ordered that the official should be kept waiting, in order to show his friend, a man who had not been in the service for a long time, but had lived at home in the country, how long officials had to wait in his ante-room.
At length, having talked himself completely out, and more than that, having had his fill of pauses, and smoked a cigar in a very comfortable arm-chair with reclining back, he suddenly seemed to recollect, and said to the secretary, who stood by the door with papers of reports, "So it seems that there is a tchinovnik waiting to see me. Tell him that he may come in." On perceiving Akakiy Akakievitch's modest mien and his worn undress uniform, he turned abruptly to him and said, "What do you want?" in a curt hard voice, which he had practised in his room in private, and before the looking-glass, for a whole week before being raised to his present rank.
Akakiy Akakievitch, who was already imbued with a due amount of fear, became somewhat confused: and as well as his tongue would permit, explained, with a rather more frequent addition than usual of the word "that," that his cloak was quite new, and had been stolen in the most inhuman manner; that he had applied to him in order that he might, in some way, by his intermediation -- that he might enter into correspondence with the chief of police, and find the cloak.
For some inexplicable reason this conduct seemed familiar to the prominent personage. "What, my dear sir!" he said abruptly, "are you not acquainted with etiquette? Where have you come from? Don't you know how such matters are managed? You should first have entered a complaint about this at the court below: it would have gone to the head of the department, then to the chief of the division, then it would have been handed over to the secretary, and the secretary would have given it to me."
"But, your excellency," said Akakiy Akakievitch, trying to collect his small handful of wits, and conscious at the same time that he was perspiring terribly, "I, your excellency, presumed to trouble you because secretaries -- are an untrustworthy race."
"What, what, what!" said the important personage. "Where did you get such courage? Where did you get such ideas? What impudence towards their chiefs and superiors has spread among the young generation!" The prominent personage apparently had not observed that Akakiy Akakievitch was already in the neighbourhood of fifty. If he could be called a young man, it must have been in comparison with some one who was twenty. "Do you know to whom you speak? Do you realise who stands before you? Do you realise it? do you realise it? I ask you!" Then he stamped his foot and raised his voice to such a pitch that it would have frightened even a different man from Akakiy Akakievitch.
Akakiy Akakievitch's senses failed him; he staggered, trembled in every limb, and, if the porters had not run to support him, would have fallen to the floor. They carried him out insensible. But the prominent personage, gratified that the effect should have surpassed his expectations, and quite intoxicated with the thought that his word could even deprive a man of his senses, glanced sideways at his friend in order to see how he looked upon this, and perceived, not without satisfaction, that his friend was in a most uneasy frame of mind, and even beginning, on his part, to feel a trifle frightened.
Akakiy Akakievitch could not remember how he descended the
stairs and got into the street. He felt neither his hands nor feet. Never in
his life had he been so rated by any high official, let alone a strange one. He
went staggering on through the snow-storm, which was blowing in the streets,
with his mouth wide open; the wind, in
The next day a violent fever showed itself. Thanks to the generous assistance of the St. Petersburg climate, the malady progressed more rapidly than could have been expected: and when the doctor arrived, he found, on feeling the sick man's pulse, that there was nothing to be done, except to prescribe a fomentation, so that the patient might not be left entirely without the beneficent aid of medicine; but at the same time, he predicted his end in thirty-six hours. After this he turned to the landlady, and said, "And as for you, don't waste your time on him: order his pine coffin now, for an oak one will be too expensive for him." Did Akakiy Akakievitch hear these fatal words? and if he heard them, did they produce any overwhelming effect upon him? Did he lament the bitterness of his life? -- We know not, for he continued in a delirious condition. Visions incessantly appeared to him, each stranger than the other. Now he saw Petrovitch, and ordered him to make a cloak, with some traps for robbers, who seemed to him to be always under the bed; and cried every moment to the landlady to pull one of them from under his coverlet. Then he inquired why his old mantle hung before him when he had a new cloak. Next he fancied that he was standing before the prominent person, listening to a thorough setting-down, and saying, "Forgive me, your excellency!" but at last he began to curse, uttering the most horrible words, so that his aged landlady crossed herself, never in her life having heard anything of the kind from him, the more so as those words followed directly after the words "your excellency." Later on he talked utter nonsense, of which nothing could be made: all that was evident being, that his incoherent words and thoughts hovered ever about one thing, his cloak.
At length poor Akakiy Akakievitch breathed his last. They sealed up neither his room nor his effects, because, in the first place, there were no heirs, and, in the second, there was very little to inherit beyond a bundle of goose-quills, a quire of white official paper, three pairs of socks, two or three buttons which had burst off his trousers, and the mantle already known to the reader. To whom all this fell, God knows. I confess that the person who told me this tale took no interest in the matter. They carried Akakiy Akakievitch out and buried him.
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Several days after his death, the porter was sent from the department to his lodgings, with an order for him to present himself there immediately; the chief commanding it. But the porter had to return unsuccessful, with the answer that he could not come; and to the question, "Why?" replied, "Well, because he is dead! he was buried four days ago." In this manner did they hear of Akakiy Akakievitch's death at the department, and the next day a new official sat in his place, with a handwriting by no means so upright, but more inclined and slanting.
But who could have imagined that this was not really the end of Akakiy Akakievitch, that he was destined to raise a commotion after death, as if in compensation for his utterly insignificant life? But so it happened, and our poor story unexpectedly gains a fantastic ending.
A rumour suddenly spread through St. Petersburg that a dead man had taken to appearing on the Kalinkin Bridge and its vicinity at night in the form of a tchinovnik seeking a stolen cloak, and that, under the pretext of its being the stolen cloak, he dragged, without regard to rank or calling, every one's cloak from his shoulders, be it cat-skin, beaver, fox, bear, sable; in a word, every sort of fur and skin which men adopted for their covering. One of the department officials saw the dead man with his own eyes and immediately recognised in him Akakiy Akakievitch. 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. Constant complaints poured in from all quarters that the backs and shoulders, not only of titular but even of court councillors, were exposed to the danger of a cold on account of the frequent dragging off of their cloaks.
Arrangements were made by the police to catch the corpse,
alive or dead, at any cost, and punish him as an example to others in the most
severe manner. In this they nearly succeeded; for a watchman, on guard in
Kirushkin Alley, caught the corpse by the collar on the very scene of his evil
deeds, when attempting to pull off the frieze coat of a retired musician.
Having seized him by the collar, he summoned, with a shout, two of his
comrades, whom he enjoined to hold him fast while he himself felt for a moment
in his boot, in order to draw out his snuff-box and refresh his frozen nose.
But the snuff was of a sort which even a corpse could not endure. The watchman
having closed his right nostril with his finger, had no sooner succeeded in
holding half a handful up to the left than the corpse sneezed so violently that
he completely filled the eyes of all three. While they raised their hands to
wipe them, the dead man vanished completely, so that they positively did not
know whether they had actually had him in their grip at all. Thereafter the
watchmen conceived such a terror of dead men that they were afraid even to
seize the living, and only screamed from a distance, "Hey, there! go your
way!" So the dead tchinovnik began to appear even beyond the
But we have totally neglected that certain prominent personage who may really be considered as the cause of the fantastic turn taken by this true history. First of all, justice compels us to say that after the departure of poor, annihilated Akakiy Akakievitch he felt something like remorse. Suffering was unpleasant to him, for his heart was accessible to many good impulses, in spite of the fact that his rank often prevented his showing his true self. As soon as his friend had left his cabinet, he began to think about poor Akakiy Akakievitch. And from that day forth, poor Akakiy Akakievitch, who could not bear up under an official reprimand, recurred to his mind almost every day. The thought troubled him to such an extent that a week later he even resolved to send an official to him, to learn whether he really could assist him; and when it was reported to him that Akakiy Akakievitch had died suddenly of fever, he was startled, hearkened to the reproaches of his conscience, and was out of sorts for the whole day.
Wishing to divert his mind in some way, and drive away the disagreeable impression, he set out that evening for one of his friends' houses, where he found quite a large party assembled. What was better, nearly every one was of the same rank as himself, so that he need not feel in the least constrained. This had a marvellous effect upon his mental state. He grew expansive, made himself agreeable in conversation, in short, he passed a delightful evening. After supper he drank a couple of glasses of champagne -- not a bad recipe for cheerfulness, as every one knows. The champagne inclined him to various adventures; and he determined not to return home, but to go and see a certain well-known lady of German extraction, Karolina Ivanovna, a lady, it appears, with whom he was on a very friendly footing.
It must be mentioned that the prominent personage was no longer a young man, but a good husband and respected father of a family. Two sons, one of whom was already in the service, and a good-looking, sixteen-year-old daughter, with a rather retrousse but pretty little nose, came every morning to kiss his hand and say, "Bonjour, papa." His wife, a still fresh and good-looking woman, first gave him her hand to kiss, and then, reversing the procedure, kissed his. But the prominent personage, though perfectly satisfied in his domestic relations, considered it stylish to have a friend in another quarter of the city. This friend was scarcely prettier or younger than his wife; but there are such puzzles in the world, and it is not our place to judge them. So the important personage descended the stairs, stepped into his sledge, said to the coachman, "To Karolina Ivanovna's," and, wrapping himself luxuriously in his warm cloak, found himself in that delightful frame of mind than which a Russian can conceive no better, namely, when you think of nothing yourself, yet when the thoughts creep into your mind of their own accord, each more agreeable than the other, giving you no trouble either to drive them away or seek them. Fully satisfied, he recalled all the gay features of the evening just passed, and all the mots which had made the little circle laugh. Many of them he repeated in a low voice, and found them quite as funny as before; so it is not surprising that he should laugh heartily at them. Occasionally, however, he was interrupted by gusts of wind, which, coming suddenly, God knows whence or why, cut his face, drove masses of snow into it, filled out his cloak-collar like a sail, or suddenly blew it over his head with supernatural force, and thus caused him constant trouble to disentangle himself.
Suddenly the important personage felt some one clutch him firmly by the collar. Turning round, he perceived a man of short stature, in an old, worn uniform, and recognised, not without terror, Akakiy Akakievitch. The official's face was white as snow, and looked just like a corpse's. But the horror of the important personage transcended all bounds when he saw the dead man's mouth open, and, with a terrible odour of the grave, gave vent to the following remarks: "Ah, here you are at last! I have you, that -- by the collar! I need your cloak; you took no trouble about mine, but reprimanded me; so now give up your own."
The pallid prominent personage almost died of fright. Brave as he was in the office and in the presence of inferiors generally, and although, at the sight of his manly form and appearance, every one said, "Ugh! how much character he had!" at this crisis, he, like many possessed of an heroic exterior, experienced such terror, that, not without cause, he began to fear an attack of illness. He flung his cloak hastily from his shoulders and shouted to his coachman in an unnatural voice, "Home at full speed!" The coachman, hearing the tone which is generally employed at critical moments and even accompanied by something much more tangible, drew his head down between his shoulders in case of an emergency, flourished his whip, and flew on like an arrow. In a little more than six minutes the prominent personage was at the entrance of his own house. Pale, thoroughly scared, and cloakless, he went home instead of to Karolina Ivanovna's, reached his room somehow or other, and passed the night in the direst distress; so that the next morning over their tea his daughter said, "You are very pale to-day, papa." But papa remained silent, and said not a word to any one of what had happened to him, where he had been, or where he had intended to go.
This occurrence made a deep impression upon him. He even began to say: "How dare you? do you realise who stands before you?" less frequently to the under- officials, and if he did utter the words, it was only after having first learned the bearings of the matter. But the most noteworthy point was, that from that day forward the apparition of the dead tchinovnik ceased to be seen. Evidently the prominent personage's cloak just fitted his shoulders; at all events, no more instances of his dragging cloaks from people's shoulders were heard of. 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.
In fact, one watchman in Kolomna saw with his own eyes the apparition come from behind a house. But being rather weak of body, he dared not arrest him, but followed him in the dark, until, at length, the apparition looked round, paused, and inquired, "What do you want?" at the same time showing a fist such as is never seen on living men. The watchman said, "It's of no consequence," and turned back instantly. But the apparition was much too tall, wore huge moustaches, and, directing its steps apparently towards the Obukhoff bridge, disappeared in the darkness of the night.
Ms. Koch
World Literature 12
Worksheet 2
What
is your characters full name?
How
old are they (if you don’t know take a guess)?
What
do they look like (physical appearance)?
Are
they married?
Do
they have children?
What
is their profession?
What
are five words you would use to describe them?
Are
they American or Indian?
Find
five quotes about or by your character and list them here:
Anything
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Ms. Koch
World Literature 12
Assignment 1
Final paper:
Gogol has had many failed relationships with women throughout this novel. For this assignment you will be creating the perfect woman for Gogol. You should start by talking about the women who appear in the novel and why they don’t work. Then you must come up with a complete description of the perfect women and make an argument as to why you chose the characteristics that you did. By complete description I mean age, profession, physical appearance, personality traits, hobbies, family life, cultural heritage, and anything else you feel will add to your description. If there are characteristics from the women already present in the novel, it is okay to use them just make sure to talk about why you think your woman would work better with those characteristics than the woman who actually had them in the text. Make sure you make the case for your woman. Think of this as a dating service. Gogol will be reading these and picking the woman of his dreams, so be convincing.
As always, your paper should be a minimum of four pages, typed, doubled spaced and 12 font.
Rubric:
A paper- shows that students have a complete understanding of Gogol’s character in reference to the perfect woman. It must have a complete description of the woman, as well as descriptions of all the women that didn’t work in Gogol’s life and why they didn’t work. It must be written in Standard Academic English and have no grammatical or spelling mistakes. It also must be the full four pages in length.
B paper- shows an understanding of Gogol’s character and has a complete description of the perfect woman. It also must speak about the other women in Gogol’s life and why they didn’t work. It is at least three and a half pages, is written in SE, and has little grammatical and spelling mistakes.
C paper- shows little understanding of Gogol’s character and has a partial description of the perfect woman. It has a partial description of the other women in Gogol’s life. It has many grammatical and spelling mistakes. It is written in SE and is at least three pages in length.
D paper- anything less than three pages with grammatical or spelling mistakes that make it hard to comprehend. It must still talk about the perfect woman and Gogol.
F paper- no paper at all or something that doesn’t deserve a D.
Ms. Koch
World Literature 12
Assignment 2
Performances:
For your groups’ performance one person will be Gogol. The other group members will be any one of the women in Gogol’s life in the novel. As we did with chapters one and twelve, create a found poem about the character you chose to be. Then combine all of your groups’ poems into a scripted dialogue to perform in front of the class. Please use the director’s notebook below as a guide for this performance.
Director’s Notebook
In preparation for this performance, each group will keep a director’s notebook in which it will record its insights about the delivery of lines, costuming, characterization, staging, music, and set and prop choices. This notebook will be collected on the day of your performance.
Required Contents for the Notebook:
Script
- Please create a script combining all of your groups found poetry lines of each character in your performance.
Costumes
- Please create a conceptual costume sketch (one you would wear if you had money)
- Please create the actual costume.
- Use pictures, sketches, or words in this section
Character Analysis
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Are your characters American or Indian?
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What are your characters’ objectives in this
scene?
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What is distinctive about the way the character
speaks
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What is your characters relationship to the
other characters on stage?
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What is your characters think of the other
characters on stage?
Staging
- Draw the set
- Plan the staging
Set and Props
- List all the things in the classroom you will be using and things you are bringing from home. Please give reasons and explanations here.
Music
- Select appropriate music for the scene or no music at all. Please write an explanation if you’re using music as to what, why, and when.
Rubric:
Performance Evaluation
Acting Company Name:
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To what extent does the performance show Possible Points Points Earned
Careful reading & rehearsal 15
Understanding of the characters 15
Understanding of the relationships of characters 15
Understanding of cultural 15
Well planned movements 15
Well planned set and props 15
Something Extra 5
Director’s Notebook handed in 5
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