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'Yes, it's in my line, muttered Sitnikov, and again he gave vent to the same convulsive laugh. 'Are there any pretty women here? inquired Bazarov, as he drank off a third glass. 'Yes, there are, answered Evdoksya; 'but they're all such empty-headed creatures. Mon amie, Odintsova, for instance, is nice-looking.
The small gentleman's house in the Moscow style, in which Avdotya Nikitishna, otherwise Evdoksya, Kukshin, lived, was in one of the streets of X , which had been lately burnt down; it is well known that our provincial towns are burnt down every five years.
Thank God, I'm independent; I've no children.... What was that I said: thank God! It's no matter though. Evdoksya rolled a cigarette up between her fingers, which were brown with tobacco stains, put it to her tongue, licked it up, and began smoking. The maid came in with a tray. 'Ah, here's lunch! Will you have an appetiser first? Victor, open the bottle; that's in your line.
'Whom do you mean? put in Evdoksya. 'Pretty women. 'What? Do you adopt Proudhon's ideas, then? Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. 'I don't adopt any one's ideas; I have my own. 'Damn all authorities! shouted Sitnikov, delighted to have a chance of expressing himself boldly before the man he slavishly admired. 'But even Macaulay, Madame Kukshin was beginning ...
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?
Things came at last to Evdoksya, flushed from the wine she had drunk, tapping with her flat finger-tips on the keys of a discordant piano, and beginning to sing in a hoarse voice, first gipsy songs, and then Seymour Schiff's song, 'Granada lies slumbering'; while Sitnikov tied a scarf round his head, and represented the dying lover at the words 'And thy lips to mine In burning kiss entwine.
'A cigar's all very well, put in Sitnikov, who by now was lolling in an armchair, his legs in the air; 'but give us some lunch. We're awfully hungry; and tell them to bring us up a little bottle of champagne. 'Sybarite, commented Evdoksya, and she laughed. 'I like comfort in life, Sitnikov brought out, with dignity. 'That does not prevent my being a Liberal.
'No, it does; it does prevent it! cried Evdoksya. She gave directions, however, to her maid, both as regards the lunch and the champagne. 'What do you think about it? she added, turning to Bazarov. 'I'm persuaded you share my opinion. 'Well, no, retorted Bazarov; 'a piece of meat's better than a piece of bread even from the chemical point of view. 'You are studying chemistry?
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.
You're interested in the woman question, I suppose? And in the schools too? What does your friend do? What is his name? Madame Kukshin shed her questions one after another with affected negligence, not waiting for an answer; spoilt children talk so to their nurses. 'My name's Arkady Nikolaitch Kirsanov, said Arkady, 'and I'm doing nothing. Evdoksya giggled. 'How charming! What, don't you smoke?
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