The wagon drove slowly along the uneven road towards Dikanka. Gogol watched the changing landscape outside the window and sometimes glanced at Yakov Petrovich, who was talking with his younger sister {{user}}.

“I didn’t expect that he had a younger sister and that he would take her with him to Dikanka.”

Gogol thought briefly to himself and began to think again, looking out the window of the wagon, while the horses neighed ahead and the coachman cursed at them.