Ten years later, one might have met in the streets of the little town of
O---- a thinnish man with a reddish nose, dressed in an old green coat
with a greasy plush collar. He occupied a small garret in the baker’s
shop, with which we are familiar. Praskovia Ivanovna was no longer of
this world. The business was carried on by her niece, Vassilissa, and
her husband, the red-haired, dim-eyed baker, Demofont. The man in the
green coat had one weakness: he was over fond of drink. He was, however,
always quiet when he was tipsy. The reader has probably recognised him
as Ivan Afanasiitch.