fortunate people, there were none. Mortifying as it is to me to avow
this, I began to get disenchanted, because I did not find among these
people any thing of the sort which I had expected. I had expected to
find peculiar people here; but, after making the round of all the
apartments, I was convinced that the inhabitants of these houses were
not peculiar people at all, but precisely such persons as those among
whom I lived. As there are among us, just so among them; there were
here those who were more or less good, more or less stupid, happy and
unhappy. The unhappy were exactly such unhappy beings as exist among
us, that is, unhappy people whose unhappiness lies not in their
external conditions, but in themselves, a sort of unhappiness which
it is impossible to right by any sort of bank-note whatever.



CHAPTER VI.



The inhabitants of these houses constitute the lower class of the
city, which numbers in Moscow, probably, one hundred thousand.
There, in that house, are representatives of every description of
this class. There are petty employers, and master-artisans,
bootmakers, brush-makers, cabinet-makers, turners, shoemakers,
tailors, blacksmiths; there are cab-drivers, young women living
alone, and female pedlers, laundresses, old-clothes dealers, money-
lenders, day-laborers, and people without any definite employment;
and also beggars and dissolute women.

Here were many of the very people whom I had seen at the entrance to