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Updated: June 9, 2025
On the wall just above a small chest of drawers hung some rather bad photographs of Nikolai Petrovitch in various attitudes, taken by an itinerant photographer; there too hung a photograph of Fenitchka herself, which was an absolute failure; it was an eyeless face wearing a forced smile, in a dingy frame, nothing more could be made out; while above Fenitchka, General Yermolov, in a Circassian cloak, scowled menacingly upon the Caucasian mountains in the distance, from beneath a little silk shoe for pins which fell right on to his brows.
Our friends had changed of late; they all seemed to have grown stronger and better looking; only Pavel Petrovitch was thinner, which gave even more of an elegant and 'grand seigneur' air to his expressive features.... And Fenitchka too was different.
But I know a hand which could overcome me if it liked. 'What hand? 'Why, don't you know, really? Smell, how delicious this rose smells you gave me. Fenitchka stretched her little neck forward, and put her face close to the flower.... The kerchief slipped from her head on to her shoulders; her soft mass of dark, shining, slightly ruffled hair was visible.
But there's some one in here. In the arbour was sitting Fenitchka, with Dunyasha and Mitya. Bazarov stood still, while Arkady nodded to Fenitchka like an old friend. 'Who's that? Bazarov asked him directly they had passed by. 'What a pretty girl! 'Whom are you speaking of? 'You know; only one of them was pretty. Arkady, not without embarrassment, explained to him briefly who Fenitchka was.
As for Fenitchka, who was at that time seventeen, no one spoke of her, and scarcely any one saw her; she lived quietly and sedately, and only on Sundays Nikolai Petrovitch noticed in the church somewhere in a side place the delicate profile of her white face. More than a year passed thus.
'What did you send your little one away for? said Pavel Petrovitch at last. 'I love children; let me see him. Fenitchka blushed all over with confusion and delight. She was afraid of Pavel Petrovitch; he had scarcely ever spoken to her. 'That doesn't matter, remarked Pavel Petrovitch. 'I will be back directly, answered Fenitchka, and she went out quickly.
Fenitchka listened to all he had to say, and then was going. 'Kiss the master's hand, silly girl, said Arina. Nikolai Petrovitch did not give her his hand, and in confusion himself kissed her bent head on the parting of her hair. Fenitchka's eye was soon well again, but the impression she had made on Nikolai Petrovitch did not pass away so quickly.
'You are more comfortable here than in the little lodge you used to have? inquired Pavel Petrovitch urbanely, but without the slightest smile. 'Certainly, it's more comfortable. 'Who has been put in your place now? 'The laundry-maids are there now. 'Ah! Pavel Petrovitch was silent. 'Now he is going, thought Fenitchka; but he did not go, and she stood before him motionless.
'I am not telling lies, Pavel Petrovitch. Not love Nikolai Petrovitch I shouldn't care to live after that. 'And will you never give him up for any one? 'For whom could I give him up? 'For whom indeed! Well, how about that gentleman who has just gone away from here? Fenitchka got up. 'My God, Pavel Petrovitch, what are you torturing me for? What have I done to you?
Bazarov went late to bed, and all night long he was harassed by disordered dreams.... Madame Odintsov kept appearing in them, now she was his mother, and she was followed by a kitten with black whiskers, and this kitten seemed to be Fenitchka; then Pavel Petrovitch took the shape of a great wood, with which he had yet to fight.
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