Short Fiction Gogol, Nikolai: Short Stories, v.1, 5 June 2008.

[Patricia]

I’ve collected eight short stories by Gogol, plus an essay on Gogol by William Lyon Phelps.


Contents:
Gogol by William Lyon Phelps
1. The Cloak (also known as ‘the Overcoat’)
2. The Mysterious Portrait
3. St John’s Eve
4. The Calash
5. How the Two Ivans Quarrelled
6. The Nose
7. Old-Fashioned Farmers
8. A May Evening

Most (possibly all) of the translations are by Isabel Hapgood. The sources were PG, Wikisource etc.

Roy White has posted some of these stories, though in a version without paragraph breaks. This version has paragraph breaks, curly quotes, a TOC etc. But Roy’s has illustrations.

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[vivaldirules]

It may be a while before I stop rereading some of these. And I'm now off for a copy of the original Russian version to enjoy some of the alliteration and other word play Gogol used. Thank you, Patricia!

But if the joking became utterly intolerable, 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 a something which moved to pity; so that one young man, lately entered, who, taking pattern by the others, had permitted himself to make sport of him, suddenly stopped short, as though all had undergone a transformation before him, 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. And long afterwards, in his gayest moments, there came to his mind the little official with the bald forehead, with the heart-rending words, “Leave me alone! Why do you insult me?” And in these penetrating words, other words resounded—“I am thy brother.” And the poor young man covered his face with his hand; and many a time afterwards, in the course of his life, he shuddered at seeing how much inhumanity there is in man, how much savage coarseness is concealed in delicate, refined worldliness and, O God! even in that man whom the world acknowledges as honorable and noble.

[Patricia]

Thanks, VR. I hadn't realised that you could read Russian, as well as all your other talents.

[vivaldirules]

Me? Talents? No, but I once could read a little Russian. I can now confirm that it is almost all gone. Even the first paragraph of Шинель is a word by word struggle for me.