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Updated: June 9, 2025
'Did he come of himself? Nikolai Petrovitch asked Fenitchka. 'Yes; he knocked and came in. 'Well, and has Arkasha been in to see you again? 'No. Hadn't I better move into the lodge, Nikolai Petrovitch? 'Why so? 'I wonder whether it wouldn't be best just for the first. 'N ... no, Nikolai Petrovitch brought out hesitatingly, rubbing his forehead.
Fenitchka, Fedosya Nikolaevna, after her husband and Mitya, adores no one so much as her daughter-in-law, and when the latter is at the piano, she would gladly spend the whole day at her side. A passing word of Piotr.
'Good-evening, Fenitchka! I don't bite. 'Good-evening, she whispered, not coming out of her ambush. By degrees she began to be more at home with him, but was still shy in his presence, when suddenly her mother, Arina, died of cholera. What was to become of Fenitchka? She inherited from her mother a love for order, regularity, and respectability; but she was so young, so alone.
Here's your gallant fellow. Fenitchka received the baby in her arms. 'How good he was with you! she commented in an undertone. 'Children are always good with me. answered Bazarov; 'I have a way with them. 'Children know who loves them, remarked Dunyasha. 'Yes, they certainly do, Fenitchka said. 'Why, Mitya will not go to some people for anything.
Anna Sergyevna had gone there also directly after the ceremony was over, after making very handsome presents to the young people. Precisely at three o'clock they all gathered about the table. Mitya was placed there too; with him appeared a nurse in a cap of glazed brocade. Pavel Petrovitch took his seat between Katya and Fenitchka; the 'husbands' took their places beside their wives.
'I'm here, he answered; 'I'm coming, run along. 'There it is, the traces of the slave owner, flashed through his mind. Fenitchka peeped into the arbour at him without speaking, and disappeared; while he noticed with astonishment that the night had come on while he had been dreaming. Everything around was dark and hushed. Fenitchka's face had glimmered so pale and slight before him.
'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?
Fenitchka jumped up from the chair on which she was sitting with her baby, and giving him into the arms of a girl, who at once carried him out of the room, she put straight her kerchief hastily. 'Pardon me, if I disturb you, began Pavel Petrovitch, not looking at her; 'I only wanted to ask you ... they are sending into the town to-day, I think ... please let them buy me some green tea.
'Wait a minute; I want to smell it with you, said Bazarov. He bent down and kissed her vigorously on her parted lips. She started, pushed him back with both her hands on his breast, but pushed feebly, and he was able to renew and prolong his kiss. A dry cough was heard behind the lilac bushes. Fenitchka instantly moved away to the other end of the seat.
'It's like a bucket of cold water on one, Fenitchka complained to Dunyasha, and the latter sighed in response, and thought of another 'heartless' man. Bazarov, without the least suspicion of the fact, had become the cruel tyrant of her heart. Fenitchka liked Bazarov; but he liked her too.
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