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Do I hurt? 'Press harder; don't be afraid. Vassily Ivanovitch stopped. 'What do you think, Yevgeny; wouldn't it be better to burn it with hot iron? 'That ought to have been done sooner; the caustic even is useless, really, now. If I've taken the infection, it's too late now. 'How ... too late ... Vassily Ivanovitch could scarcely articulate the words. 'I should think so!
"Yevgeny Vassilyitch is still living? You are his father? I have a doctor with me." "Benefactress!" cried Vassily Ivanovitch; and snatching her hand, he prest it convulsively to his lips; while the doctor brought by Anna Sergyevna, a little man in spectacles, of German physiognomy, stept very deliberately out of the carriage. "Still living, my Yevgeny is still living, and now he will be saved!
"Do you hear, you dull-witted brute?" cried Ivan Dmitritch, and he banged on the door with his fist. "Open the door, or I will break it open! Torturer!" "Open the door," cried Andrey Yefimitch, trembling all over; "I insist!" "Talk away!" Nikita answered through the door, "talk away. . . ." "Anyhow, go and call Yevgeny Fyodoritch! Say that I beg him to come for a minute!"
'I hope, dear Yevgeny Vassilyitch, you won't be dull with us, continued Nikolai Petrovitch. Bazarov's thin lips moved just perceptibly, though he made no reply, but merely took off his cap. His long, thick hair did not hide the prominent bumps on his head. 'Then, Arkady, Nikolai Petrovitch began again, turning to his son, 'shall the horses be put to at once? or would you like to rest?
'Yevgeny Vassilyev, answered Bazarov, in a lazy but manly voice; and turning back the collar of his rough coat, he showed Nikolai Petrovitch his whole face. It was long and lean, with a broad forehead, a nose flat at the base and sharper at the end, large greenish eyes, and drooping whiskers of a sandy colour; it was lighted up by a tranquil smile, and showed self-confidence and intelligence.
'Fancy, absolutely by chance, he replied, and returning to the trap, he waved his hand several times, and shouted, 'Follow, follow us! 'It's no use to hope; we come straight from him. 'Ah! in that case I will call on him too.... Yevgeny Vassilyitch, introduce me to your ... to the ... 'Sitnikov, Kirsanov, mumbled Bazarov, not stopping.
'For shame, Yevgeny.... Let bygones be bygones. Well, I'm ready to acknowledge before this gentleman I had that passion in my youth; and I have paid for it too! How hot it is, though! Let me sit down with you. I shan't be in your way, I hope? 'Oh, not at all, answered Arkady. Vassily Ivanovitch lowered himself, sighing, into the hay.
'Yevgeny Vassilyitch' said Anna Sergyevna, 'come to my room.... I want to ask you.... You mentioned a textbook yesterday ... She got up and went to the door. The princess looked round with an expression that seemed to say, 'Look at me; see how shocked I am! and again glared at Arkady; but he raised his voice, and exchanging glances with Katya, near whom he was sitting, he went on reading.
'What? and is honesty a matter of the senses? 'I should rather think so. 'Yevgeny! Arkady was beginning in a dejected voice ... 'Well? What? Isn't it to your taste? broke in Bazarov. 'No, brother. If you've made up your mind to mow down everything, don't spare your own legs. But we've talked enough metaphysics. "Nature breathes the silence of sleep," said Pushkin.
A lady in a black veil and a black mantle, accompanied by a little German doctor in spectacles, got out of the carriage. "I am Madame Odintsov," said the lady. "Your son is still living? I have a doctor with me." "Benefactress!" cried Vassily Ivanovitch, snatching her hand and placing it convulsively to his lips. "Still living; my Yevgeny is living, and now he will be saved!
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