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'Hm! That's another story, remarked Bazarov in an undertone. 'But you needn't be in a taking, it's a matter of absolute indifference to me. A sentimentalist would say, "I feel that our paths are beginning to part," but I will simply say that we're tired of each other. 'Yevgeny ... 'My dear soul, there's no great harm in that. One gets tired of much more than that in this life.
I had thought you were to be with us ... a little longer. Three days.... After three years, it's rather little; rather little, Yevgeny! 'But, I tell you, I'm coming back directly. It's necessary for me to go. 'Necessary.... Well! Duty before everything. So the horses shall be in readiness. Very good. Arina and I, of course, did not anticipate this. He suddenly ceased, and made for the door.
'And do you consider I am so unimpeachable ... that's to say, that I have ordered my life with such regularity? 'I should think so. Here's an example; in a few minutes it will strike ten, and I know beforehand that you will drive me away. 'No; I'm not going to drive you away, Yevgeny Vassilyitch. You may stay. Open that window.... I feel half-stifled.
'And the flies in those dear little houses.... Faugh! 'Tell me, began Arkady, after a brief pause, 'were they strict with you when you were a child? 'You can see what my parents are like. They're not a severe sort. 'Are you fond of them, Yevgeny? 'I am, Arkady. 'How fond they are of you! Bazarov was silent for a little.
Bazarov put his hand to his brow. Anna Sergyevna bent down to him. "Yevgeny Vassilyitch, I am here " He at once took his hand away, and raised himself. "Good-by," he said with sudden force, and his eyes gleamed with their last light. "Good-by. Listen you know I didn't kiss you then. Breathe on the dying lamp, and let it go out." Anna Sergyevna put her lips to his forehead.
And such light and discursive thoughts as visit the brain only when it is weary and resting began straying through Yevgeny Petrovitch's head; there is no telling whence and why they come, they do not remain long in the mind, but seem to glide over its surface without sinking deeply into it.
If this boy were not my son, but my pupil, or a prisoner on his trial, I should not be so cowardly, and my thoughts would not be racing all over the place!" Yevgeny Petrovitch sat down to the table and pulled one of Seryozha's drawings to him.
You used to be a good boy, but now I see you are spoilt and have become a bad one." Yevgeny Petrovitch smoothed down Seryozha's collar and thought: "What more am I to say to him!" "Yes, it's not right," he continued. "I did not expect it of you. In the first place, you ought not to take tobacco that does not belong to you.
'I am greatly flattered, began Sitnikov, walking sidewise, smirking, and hurriedly pulling off his really over-elegant gloves. 'I have heard so much.... I am an old acquaintance of Yevgeny Vassilyitch, and, I may say his disciple. I am indebted to him for my regeneration.... Arkady looked at Bazarov's disciple.
But it was not the tremor of youthful timidity, not the sweet alarm of the first declaration that possessed him; it was passion struggling in him, strong and painful passion not unlike hatred, and perhaps akin to it.... Madame Odintsov felt both afraid and sorry for him. 'Yevgeny Vassilyitch! she said, and there was the ring of unconscious tenderness in her voice.
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