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Updated: June 18, 2025
In front went Elena and Zoya with Insarov; Anna Vassilyevna, with an expression of perfect happiness on her face, walked behind them, leaning on the arm of Uvar Ivanovitch. He waddled along panting, his new straw hat cut his forehead, and his feet twinged in his boots, but he was content; Shubin and Bersenyev brought up the rear.
Oblonsky was walking beside him, talking eagerly of something. Vronsky was frowning and looking straight before him, as though he did not hear what Stepan Arkadyevitch was saying. Probably on Oblonsky's pointing them out, he looked round in the direction where the princess and Sergey Ivanovitch were standing, and without speaking lifted his hat. His face, aged and worn by suffering, looked stony.
And from the sofa, her hands lying on her lap, she watched us enter, with her black, glittering eyes. Miss Haldin advanced into the middle of the room; I, faithful to my part of mere attendant, remained by the door after closing it behind me. Peter Ivanovitch was not to be seen, neither was Mr. Razumov present.
Everything was still, and the counting of the balls was heard. Then a single voice rose and proclaimed the numbers for and against. The marshal had been voted for by a considerable majority. All was noise and eager movement towards the doors. Snetkov came in, and the nobles thronged round him, congratulating him. "Well, now is it over?" Levin asked Sergey Ivanovitch.
I am no more extraordinary than the rest of us Russians, wandering abroad." But Peter Ivanovitch dissented emphatically "No! No! You are not ordinary. I have some experience of Russians who are well living abroad. You appear to me, and to others too, a marked personality." "What does he mean by this?" Razumov asked himself, turning his eyes fully on his companion.
The change for the better did not last long. The disease resumed its onslaughts. Vassily Ivanovitch was sitting by Bazarov. It seemed as though the old man were tormented by some special anguish. He was several times on the point of speaking and could not. 'Yevgeny! he brought out at last; 'my son, my one, dear son! This unfamiliar mode of address produced an effect on Bazarov.
You can't get along without the devil! It's a sin! by Heaven, it's a sin, Ivan Nikiforovitch!" "What do you mean, Ivan Ivanovitch, by offering the deuce knows what kind of a sow for my gun?" "Why is she 'the deuce knows what, Ivan Nikiforovitch?" "Why? You can judge for yourself perfectly well; here's the gun, a known thing; but the deuce knows what that sow is like!
In the discussions that arose between the brothers on their views of the peasantry, Sergey Ivanovitch always got the better of his brother, precisely because Sergey Ivanovitch had definite ideas about the peasant his character, his qualities, and his tastes.
See what I have won!" "How DID you do it, Madame?" Martha exclaimed ecstatically. "Eight thousand roubles!" "And I am going to give you fifty gulden apiece. There they are." Potapitch and Martha rushed towards her to kiss her hand. "And to each bearer also I will give a ten-gulden piece. Let them have it out of the gold, Alexis Ivanovitch.
This was a magnificent spectacle: and yet there was but one spectator; the boy in the ample coat, who stood quite quietly and picked his nose with his finger. Finally Ivan Ivanovitch took his hat. "You have behaved well, Ivan Nikiforovitch, extremely well! I shall remember it."
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