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There was a kind of gracious and gentle force about her face. 'Do you know her? Arkady asked Sitnikov. 'Intimately. Would you like me to introduce you? 'Please ... after this quadrille. Bazarov's attention, too, was directed to Madame Odintsov. 'That's a striking figure, he remarked. 'Not like the other females.
We had much better go and look at the beetle. And the two friends went off to Bazarov's room, which was already pervaded by a sort of medico-surgical odour, mingled with the smell of cheap tobacco.
'You are in good health, independent, rich; what more would you have? What do you want? 'What do I want, echoed Madame Odintsov, and she sighed, 'I am very tired, I am old, I feel as if I have had a very long life. Yes, I am old, she added, softly drawing the ends of her lace over her bare arms. Her eyes met Bazarov's eyes, and she faintly blushed.
Something whizzed sharply by his very ear, and at the same instant there was the sound of a shot. 'I heard it, so it must be all right, had time to flash through Bazarov's brain. He took one more step, and without taking aim, pressed the spring. Pavel Petrovitch gave a slight start, and clutched at his thigh. A stream of blood began to trickle down his white trousers.
It's an astounding thing how man believes in words. If he's told he's a fool, for instance, though he's not thrashed, he'll be wretched; call him a clever fellow, and he'll be delighted if you go off without paying him. This little speech of Bazarov's, recalling his old retorts, moved Vassily Ivanovitch greatly.
Well the Mir, for instance. A cold smile curved Bazarov's lips. 'Well, as regards the Mir, he commented; 'you had better talk to your brother. He has seen by now, I should fancy, what sort of thing the Mir is in fact its common guarantee, its sobriety, and other features of the kind. 'The family, then, the family as it exists among our peasants! cried Pavel Petrovitch.
'No; I don't want money from you. 'What then? asked Fenitchka. 'What? repeated Bazarov. 'Guess! 'A likely person I am to guess! 'Well, I will tell you; I want ... one of those roses. Fenitchka laughed again, and even clapped her hands, so amusing Bazarov's request seemed to her. She laughed, and at the same time felt flattered. Bazarov was looking intently at her.
Turgenev's subsequent statement, that so far from Bazarov being a burlesque, he was his "favourite child," is hard to understand even to-day. The novelist said that with the exception of Bazarov's views on art, he himself was in agreement with practically all of the ideas expressed by the great iconoclast. Turgenev probably thought he was, but really he was not.
'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?
However, he sometimes asked permission to be present at Bazarov's experiments, and once even placed his perfumed face, washed with the very best soap, near the microscope to see how a transparent infusoria swallowed a green speck, and busily munched it with two very rapid sort of clappers which were in its throat.
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