1 As though spellbound, Chichikov sat in an aureate world of ever-growing dreams and fantasies.
2 Clearly he indulged in less dreaming, though that was an aspect which Chichikov little regarded.
3 The face was, as it were, dreaming, even though from time to time an ironical smile disturbed it.
4 Throughout Nozdrev's maunderings Chichikov had been rubbing his eyes to ascertain whether or not he was dreaming.
5 In particular was a military staff-captain working body and soul and arms and legs to compass such a series of steps as were never before performed, even in a dream.
6 Yes, no sooner does a man get a little education into his head than he becomes a Don Quixote, and establishes schools on his estate such as even a madman would never have dreamed of.
7 Such a swift recovery of his treasures delighted him beyond expression, and, gathering new hope, he began once more to dream of such allurements as theatre-going and the ballet girl after whom he had for some time past been dangling.
8 Indeed, when the ladies departed, it was as in a dream that he saw the girl's comely presence, the delicate features of her face, and the slender outline of her form vanish from his sight; it was as in a dream that once more he saw only the road, the britchka, the three horses, Selifan, and the bare, empty fields.
9 Instead of galloping over the countryside on frisky cobs, Nikolasha and Aleksasha were engaged in dreaming of Moscow, with its confectioners' shops and the theatres of which a cadet, newly arrived on a visit from the capital, had just been telling them; while their father had his mind full of how best to stuff his guests with yet more food, and Platon was given up to yawning.