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Marie flew into a rage, but when Arina Prohorovna rushed up to take the key from him, she would not allow her on any account to look into her bag and with peevish cries and tears insisted that no one should open the bag but Shatov. Some things he had to fetch from Kirillov's.
'Good-evening, Fenitchka! I don't bite. 'Good-evening, she whispered, not coming out of her ambush. By degrees she began to be more at home with him, but was still shy in his presence, when suddenly her mother, Arina, died of cholera. What was to become of Fenitchka? She inherited from her mother a love for order, regularity, and respectability; but she was so young, so alone.
Arina stopped with a sudden gasp, and he felt the touch of her warm breath. "How you scared me!" she exclaimed quickly, stretching out her hand. "How are you? I have been at the church service. How you scared me!" Ivanov was about to draw her hand towards him, but she withdrew it, saying sternly: "No, you musn't, I'm in a hurry to get home, I have no time. Let me go."
'He has cast us off; he has forsaken us, he faltered; 'forsaken us; he was dull with us. Alone, alone! he repeated several times. Then Arina Vlasyevna went up to him, and, leaning her grey head against his grey head, said, 'There's no help for it, Vasya! A son is a separate piece cut off.
Her husband had long been dead, leaving her an only daughter, Fenitchka. Nikolai Petrovitch's choice proved a successful one. Arina brought order into the household.
'What are you doing! protested Anna Sergyevna; but Arina Vlasyevna did not heed her, while Vassily Ivanovitch could only repeat, 'An angel! an angel! 'Wo ist der Kranke? and where is the patient? said the doctor at last, with some impatience. Vassily Ivanovitch recovered himself. 'Here, here, follow me, würdigster Herr Collega, he added through old associations.
Her agony, instead of calming, became more violent; her tears ceased to flow, and were followed by hysterics. The priest then made her swear to keep the secret, and the sanctity of the confession was betrayed. Little Arina had awakened at Elizabeth's cries, and being disturbed and at the same time curious as to what her parents were doing, she got up, went to listen at the door, and heard all.
'Just once more let me embrace you, Enyusha, moaned Arina Vlasyevna. Bazarov bent down to her. 'Why, what a handsome fellow you have grown! 'Well, I don't know about being handsome, remarked Vassily Ivanovitch, 'but he's a man, as the saying is, ommfay.
"Pray, Arina, pray for us," he murmured. "Our son is dying." Bazaroff got worse every hour. He was in the agonies of high fever. His mother and father watched over him, combing his hair and giving him gulps of tea. The old man was tormented by a special anguish. He wished his son to take the sacrament, though, knowing his attitude towards religion, he dared not ask him.
'I said I should rebel, he shrieked hoarsely, with his face inflamed and distorted, shaking his fist in the air, as though threatening some one; 'and I rebel, I rebel! But Arina Vlasyevna, all in tears, hung upon his neck, and both fell on their faces together. 'Side by side, Anfisushka related afterwards in the servants' room, 'they dropped their poor heads like lambs at noonday ...
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