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Updated: May 19, 2025
In silence, only rarely exchanging a few insignificant words, our friends travelled as far as Fedot's. Bazarov was not altogether pleased with himself. Arkady was displeased with him. He was feeling, too, that causeless melancholy which is only known to very young people. The coachman changed the horses, and getting up on to the box, inquired, 'To the right or to the left? Arkady started.
'Very good.... faltered the old man; 'to Fedot's ... very good ... only ... only.... How is it? 'I must go to stay with him for a little time. I will come back again later. 'Ah! For a little time ... very good. Vassily Ivanovitch drew out his handkerchief, and, blowing his nose, doubled up almost to the ground. 'Well ... everything shall be done.
My father's all right, he's known all sorts of ups and downs himself. No, I can't smoke, he added, and he flung the cigarette into the dust of the road. 'Do you think it's twenty miles? asked Arkady. 'Yes. But ask this sage here. He indicated the peasant sitting on the box, a labourer of Fedot's.
'Oh ... I was almost forgetting to tell you.... Send to Fedot's for our horses to-morrow. Vassily Ivanovitch was dumbfounded. 'Is Mr. Kirsanov leaving us, then? 'Yes; and I'm going with him. Vassily Ivanovitch positively reeled. 'You are going? 'Yes ... I must. Make the arrangements about the horses, please.
Some minutes went by in silence. 'Yevgeny? cried Arkady suddenly. 'Well? 'I will leave with you to-morrow too. Bazarov made no answer. 'Only I will go home, continued Arkady. 'We will go together as far as Hohlovsky, and there you can get horses at Fedot's. I should be delighted to make the acquaintance of your people, but I'm afraid of being in their way and yours.
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