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Arina Timofyevna, my darling, bring me a little glass of spirits. The miller's wife rose and vanished into the darkness. Yermolai began to sing in an undertone 'When I went to see my sweetheart, I wore out all my shoes. Arina returned with a small flask and a glass. Yermolai got up, crossed himself, and drank it off at a draught. 'Good! was his comment.
You must not imagine that I am inviting you to attend this thanksgiving it is over indeed now; but Father Alexey ... 'The village parson? 'Well, yes, the priest; he ... is to dine ... with us.... I did not anticipate this, and did not even approve of it ... but it somehow came about ... he did not understand me.... And, well ... Arina Vlasyevna ... Besides, he's a worthy, reasonable man.
I must tell the reader why I looked with such sympathy at Arina. During my stay at Petersburg I had become by chance acquainted with Mr. Zvyerkoff. He had a rather influential position, and was reputed a man of sense and education.
"What are you doing!" protested Anna Sergyevna; but Arina Vlasyevna did not heed her, while Vassily Ivanovitch could only repeat, "An angel! an angel!" Vassily Ivanovitch recovered himself. "Here, here; follow me, würdigster Herr Collega," he added through old associations. "Ah!" articulated the German, grinning sourly. Vassily Ivanovitch led him into the study.
Arina Vlasyevna was greatly excited, and kept running backwards and forwards in the house, so that Vassily Ivanovitch compared her to a 'hen partridge'; the short tail of her abbreviated jacket did, in fact, give her something of a birdlike appearance.
It is impossible that Bazarov was not like the Nihilists of the sixties; but in any case as a figure in fiction, whatever the fact may be, he lives and will continue to live.... From "An Outline of Russian Literature" . NIKOLAI PETROVITCH KIRSANOV, a landowner. PAVEL PETROVITCH KIRSANOV, his brother. ARINA VLASYEVNA, mother of Bazarov. ANNA SERGYEVNA ODINTSOV, a wealthy widow.
You must water all the flowers In the dawn and evening hours With water very often and with bitter tears in showers." LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. Not that, not that! Sing another! GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. Let's go into the reception-room, Afrikán Savvich. Wife, all of you, come there! LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. Where can I hide myself! GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. Arína, bring along the wine!
"His wife has come back to him. She has waked up and has sent to ask me where he is." "She has sent to ask you where he is? H'm... that's unfortunate. She may send again; no one ought to know I am here." Pyotr Stepanovitch was uneasy. "She won't know, she's gone to sleep again. There's a midwife with her, Arina Virginsky." "So that's how it was.... She won't overhear, I suppose?
He's a Byelev townsman. 'And are you too from Byelev? 'No, I'm a serf; I was a serf. 'Whose? 'Zvyerkoff was my master. Now I am free. 'What Zvyerkoff? 'Alexandr Selitch. 'Weren't you his wife's lady's maid? 'How did you know? Yes. I looked at Arina with redoubled curiosity and sympathy. 'I know your master, I continued. 'Do you? she replied in a low voice, and her head drooped.
We might flog him, but in my opinion he was not to blame. Arina.... Well, well, well! what more's to be said? I gave orders, of course, that her hair should be cut off, she should be dressed in sackcloth, and sent into the country. My wife was deprived of an excellent lady's maid; but there was no help for it: immorality cannot be tolerated in a household in any case.
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