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Updated: June 9, 2025
In a small back room there sat, on a large chest, a young woman in a blue dressing jacket with a white kerchief thrown over her dark hair, Fenitchka. She was half listening, half dozing, and often looked across towards the open door through which a child's cradle was visible, and the regular breathing of a sleeping baby could be heard.
Pavel Petrovitch showed himself, made a slight bow, and saying with a sort of malicious mournfulness, 'You are here, he retreated. Fenitchka at once gathered up all her roses and went out of the arbour. 'It was wrong of you, Yevgeny Vassilyevitch, she whispered as she went. There was a note of genuine reproach in her whisper.
He bore his captivity, as he called it, pretty patiently, though he took great pains over his toilette, and had everything scented with eau-de-cologne. Nikolai Petrovitch used to read him the journals; Fenitchka waited on him as before, brought him lemonade, soup, boiled eggs, and tea; but she was overcome with secret dread whenever she went into his room.
Fenitchka was much frightened when she heard the master had sent for her; however, she followed her mother. Nikolai Petrovitch led her to the window and took her head in his two hands. After thoroughly examining her red and swollen eye, he prescribed a fomentation, which he made up himself at once, and tearing his handkerchief in pieces, he showed her how it ought to be applied.
'Isn't it eight, Fedosya Nikolaevna? put in Dunyasha, with some timidity. 'No, seven; what an idea! The baby chuckled again, stared at the chest, and suddenly caught hold of his mother's nose and mouth with all his five little fingers. 'Saucy mite, said Fenitchka, not drawing her face away. 'He's like my brother, observed Pavel Petrovitch. 'Who else should he be like? thought Fenitchka.
'I was right in always declaring you the wisest and kindest-hearted fellow in the world, and now I see you are just as reasonable as you are noble-hearted. 'Quietly, quietly, Pavel Petrovitch interrupted him; 'don't hurt the leg of your reasonable brother, who at close upon fifty has been fighting a duel like an ensign. So, then, it's a settled matter; Fenitchka is to be my ... belle soeur.
It seemed as though she were ashamed of having come in, and at the same time felt that she had a right to come. Pavel Petrovitch knitted his brows severely, while Nikolai Petrovitch looked embarrassed. 'Good morning, Fenitchka, he muttered through his teeth.
He felt no pang, no shame. He never even admitted the possibility of comparison between his wife and Fenitchka, but he was sorry she had thought of coming to look for him. Her voice had brought back to him at once his grey hairs, his age, his reality.... The enchanted world into which he was just stepping, which was just rising out of the dim mists of the past, was shaken and vanished.
'Doctors, you know yourself, are grasping people. Fenitchka raised her eyes, which seemed still darker from the whitish reflection cast on the upper part of her face, and looked at Bazarov. She did not know whether he was joking or not. 'If you please, we shall be delighted.... I must ask Nikolai Petrovitch ... 'Why, do you think I want money? Bazarov interposed.
Going up to Fenitchka, he took off his cap. 'Allow me to introduce myself, he began, with a polite bow. 'I'm a harmless person, and a friend of Arkady Nikolaevitch's. Fenitchka got up from the garden seat and looked at him without speaking. 'What a splendid baby! continued Bazarov; 'don't be uneasy, my praises have never brought ill-luck yet. Why is it his cheeks are so flushed?
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