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And it struck Yevgeny Petrovitch as strange and absurd that he, an experienced advocate, who spent half his life in the practice of reducing people to silence, forestalling what they had to say, and punishing them, was completely at a loss and did not know what to say to the boy. "I say, give me your word of honour that you won't smoke again," he said.

'Would you believe it, he pursued, 'when Yevgeny Vassilyitch for the first time said before me that it was not right to accept any authorities, I felt such enthusiasm ... as though my eyes were opened! Here, I thought, at last I have found a man!

The road to the right led to the town, and from there home; the road to the left led to Madame Odintsov's. He looked at Bazarov. 'Yevgeny, he queried; 'to the left? Bazarov turned away. 'What folly is this? he muttered. 'I know it's folly, answered Arkady.... 'But what does that matter? It's not the first time. Bazarov pulled his cap down over his brows. 'As you choose, he said at last.

'At any rate, in a proper organisation of society, it will be absolutely the same whether a man is stupid or clever, wicked or good. 'Yes, I understand; they will all have the same spleen. 'Precisely so, madam. Madame Odintsov turned to Arkady. 'And what is your opinion, Arkady Nikolaevitch? 'I agree with Yevgeny, he answered. Katya looked up at him from under her eyelids.

What can't be helped, it's shameful to talk about. He turned over on his side. 'Aha! there goes a valiant ant dragging off a half-dead fly. Take her, brother, take her! Don't pay attention to her resistance; it's your privilege as an animal to be free from the sentiment of pity make the most of it not like us conscientious self-destructive animals! 'You shouldn't say that, Yevgeny!

A steward tucked him in respectfully, but he could have killed him with pleasure, or have burst into tears. Bazarov took his seat in the coach. When they reached Hohlovsky, Arkady waited till Fedot, the keeper of the posting-station, had put in the horses, and going up to the coach, he said, with his old smile, to Bazarov, 'Yevgeny, take me with you; I want to come to you.

You mean to tell me again that I am an aristocrat? No more of that, Yevgeny Vassilyitch; I thought I had proved to you ... 'And even apart from that, broke in Bazarov, 'what could induce one to talk and think about the future, which for the most part does not depend on us?

'Well, well, to be sure, that's all in the nature of things, commented Vassily Ivanitch, 'only we'd better come indoors. Here's a visitor come with Yevgeny. You must excuse it, he added, turning to Arkady, and scraping with his foot; 'you understand, a woman's weakness; and well, a mother's heart ...

Bazarov was in his room. 'Yevgeny! murmured Arkady, almost with dismay; 'has he been here long? 'Mr. Bazarov arrived this minute, sir, and gave orders not to announce him to Anna Sergyevna, but to show him straight up to you. 'Can any misfortune have happened at home? thought Arkady, and running hurriedly up the stairs, he at once opened the door.

While I've been lying here, I've kept fancying red dogs were running round me, while you were making them point at me, as if I were a woodcock. Just as if I were drunk. Do you understand me all right? 'I assure you, Yevgeny, you are talking perfectly correctly. 'All the better. You told me you'd sent for the doctor. You did that to comfort yourself ... comfort me too; send a messenger ...