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Updated: June 9, 2025
Is he cutting his teeth? 'Yes, said Fenitchka; 'he has cut four teeth already, and now the gums are swollen again. 'Show me, and don't be afraid, I'm a doctor. Bazarov took the baby up in his arms, and to the great astonishment both of Fenitchka and Dunyasha the child made no resistance, and was not frightened.
One day the incident took place in the morning Pavel Petrovitch felt better and moved from his bed to the sofa, while Nikolai Petrovitch, having satisfied himself he was better, went off to the threshing-floor. Fenitchka brought him a cup of tea, and setting it down on a little table, was about to withdraw. Pavel Petrovitch detained her.
'Listen, said Pavel Petrovitch, tugging at his moustaches; 'I have long wanted to ask you something; you seem somehow afraid of me? 'Yes, you. You never look at me, as though your conscience were not at rest. Fenitchka crimsoned, but looked at Pavel Petrovitch. He impressed her as looking strange, and her heart began throbbing slowly. 'Is your conscience at rest? he questioned her.
When you read, the end of your little nose moves so nicely. Fenitchka, who had set to work to spell out in a low voice the article on 'Creosote' she had chanced upon, laughed and threw down the book ... it slipped from the seat on to the ground. 'Nonsense! 'I like it too when you laugh, observed Bazarov. 'I like it when you talk. It's just like a little brook babbling.
'I love Nikolai Petrovitch, and no one else in the world, and I shall always love him! cried Fenitchka with sudden force, while her throat seemed fairly breaking with sobs.
'Oh, yes, the curtains; Nikolai Petrovitch was so good as to make me a present of them; but they have been put up a long while now. 'Yes, and it's a long while since I have been to see you. Now it is very nice here. 'Thanks to Nikolai Petrovitch's kindness, murmured Fenitchka.
'You were in too great a hurry to move on to the sofa. Where are you going? added Nikolai Petrovitch, turning round to Fenitchka; but she had already closed the door behind her. 'I was bringing in my young hero to show you, he's been crying for his uncle. Why has she carried him off? What's wrong with you, though? Has anything passed between you, eh? 'Brother! said Pavel Petrovitch solemnly.
Fenitchka had put her own hair too in order, and had arranged her kerchief; but she might well have remained as she was. And really is there anything in the world more captivating than a beautiful young mother with a healthy baby in her arms? 'What a chubby fellow! said Pavel Petrovitch graciously, and he tickled Mitya's little double chin with the tapering nail of his forefinger.
'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.
Her husband had long been dead, leaving her an only daughter, Fenitchka. Nikolai Petrovitch's choice proved a successful one. Arina brought order into the household.
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