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You're an advocate of patriarchal despotism. You want to have the whip in your hand! 'A whip's an excellent thing, remarked Bazarov; 'but we've got to the last drop. 'Of what? interrupted Evdoksya. 'Of champagne, most honoured Avdotya Nikitishna, of champagne not of your blood. 'I can never listen calmly when women are attacked, pursued Evdoksya. 'It's awful, awful.
'How do you do, Yevgeny Vassilyitch? began the little old man, and he smiled with delight, so that his whole face was all at once covered with wrinkles. 'What have you come for? They sent for me, eh? 'Upon my word, sir, how could we? mumbled Timofeitch. 'Come, don't tell lies! Bazarov cut him short.
'You don't acknowledge art then, I suppose? 'The art of making money or of advertising pills! cried Bazarov, with a contemptuous laugh. 'Ah, ah. You are pleased to jest, I see. You reject all that, no doubt? Granted. Then you believe in science only? 'I have already explained to you that I don't believe in anything; and what is science science in the abstract?
By the way, Yevgeny Vassilyitch, you positively must come to know a lady here, who is really capable of understanding you, and for whom your visit would be a real festival; you have heard of her, I suppose? 'Who is it? Bazarov brought out unwillingly. 'Kukshina, Eudoxie, Evdoksya Kukshin. She's a remarkable nature, émancipée in the true sense of the word, an advanced woman. Do you know what?
Madame Odintsov held both hands out before her; but Bazarov was leaning with his forehead pressed against the window pane. He breathed hard; his whole body was visibly trembling.
'Thanks for the suggestion, Anna Sergyevna, and for your flattering opinion of my conversational talents. But I think I have already been moving too long in a sphere which is not my own. Flying fishes can hold out for a time in the air; but soon they must splash back into the water; allow me, too, to paddle in my own element. Madame Odintsov looked at Bazarov.
'That's a strange thing to say, sir. You like your joke.... He was obviously offended. 'You hear, Arkady Nikolaevitch! But we have taken a beating ... that's what comes of being educated people. Arkady gave a forced laugh, while Bazarov turned away, and did not open his mouth again the whole journey. The twenty miles seemed to Arkady quite forty.
'No ... Mr. Kirsanov has gone to the fields ... besides, I'm not afraid of him ... but Pavel Petrovitch ... I fancied ... 'What? 'I fancied he was coming here. No ... it was no one. Take it. Fenitchka gave Bazarov the rose. 'On what grounds are you afraid of Pavel Petrovitch? 'He always scares me. And I know you don't like him. Do you remember, you always used to quarrel with him?
'You don't know my father well enough, said Arkady. 'Your father's a nice chap, said Bazarov, 'but he's behind the times; his day is done. Nikolai Petrovitch listened intently.... Arkady made no answer. The man whose day was done remained two minutes motionless, and stole slowly home. 'The day before yesterday I saw him reading Pushkin, Bazarov was continuing meanwhile.
'Why, I don't see why you can't speak freely of everything you have in your heart. 'Can you? asked Bazarov. 'Yes, answered Anna Sergyevna, after a brief hesitation. Bazarov bowed his head. 'You are more fortunate than I am. Anna Sergyevna looked at him questioningly.
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