An Inquiry
Anton Chekhov
IT was midday. Voldyrev, a tall, thick-set country gentleman with a cropped head and
prominent eyes, took off his overcoat, mopped his brow with his silk handkerchief, and
somewhat diffidently went into the government office. There they were scratching
away. . . .
"Where can I make an inquiry here?" he said, addressing a porter who was bringing a
trayful of glasses from the furthest recesses of the office. "I have to make an inquiry here
and to take a copy of a resolution of the Council."
"That way please! To that one sitting near the window!" said the porter, indicating with the
tray the furthest window. Voldyrev coughed and went towards the window; there, at a green
table spotted like typhus, was sitting a young man with his hair standing up in four tufts on
his head, with a long pimply nose, and a long faded uniform. He was writing, thrusting his
long nose into the papers. A fly was walking about near his right nostril, and he was
continually stretching out his lower lip and blowing under his nose, which gave his face an
extremely care-worn expression.
"May I make an inquiry about my case here . . . of you? My name is Voldyrev. and, by the
way, I have to take a copy of the resolution of the Council of the second of March."
The clerk dipped his pen in the ink and looked to see if he had got too much on it. Having
satisfied himself that the pen would not make a blot, he began scribbling away. His lip was
thrust out, but it was no longer necessary to blow: the fly had settled on his ear.
"Can I make an inquiry here?" Voldyrev repeated a minute later, "my name is Voldyrev, I
am a landowner. . . ."
"Ivan Alexeitch!" the clerk shouted into the air as though he had not observed Voldyrev,
"will you tell the merchant Yalikov when he comes to sign the copy of the complaint
lodged with the police! I've told him a thousand times!"
"I have come in reference to my lawsuit with the heirs of Princess Gugulin," muttered
Voldyrev. "The case is well known. I earnestly beg you to attend to me."
Still failing to observe Voldyrev, the clerk caught the fly on his lip, looked at it attentively
and flung it away. The country gentleman coughed and blew his nose loudly on his checked
pocket handkerchief. But this was no use either. He was still unheard. The silence lasted for
two minutes. Voldyrev took a rouble note from his pocket and laid it on an open book
before the clerk. The clerk wrinkled up his forehead, drew the book towards him with an
anxious air and closed it.
"A little inquiry. . . . I want only to find out on what grounds the heirs of Princess Gugulin. .
. . May I trouble you?"