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Updated: June 25, 2025
Do consider.... Of course, General Kirsanov was not one of the ... 'Come, drop him, broke in Bazarov; 'I was pleased as I was driving along here to see your birch copse; it has shot up capitally. Vassily Ivanovitch brightened up. 'And you must see what a little garden I've got now! I planted every tree myself. I've fruit, and raspberries, and all kinds of medicinal herbs.
On the other hand Pavel Petrovitch had grown to detest Bazarov with all the strength of his soul; he regarded him as stuck-up, impudent, cynical, and vulgar; he suspected that Bazarov had no respect for him, that he had all but a contempt for him him, Pavel Kirsanov!
He positively sings a requiem to the 'fathers' in the person of the Kirsanovs, and especially Paul Kirsanov, having shown up their aristocratic idealism, their sentimental aestheticism, almost in a comical light, ay almost in caricature, as he himself has justly pointed out.
'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?
'Fancy, absolutely by chance, he replied, and returning to the trap, he waved his hand several times, and shouted, 'Follow, follow us! 'It's no use to hope; we come straight from him. 'Ah! in that case I will call on him too.... Yevgeny Vassilyitch, introduce me to your ... to the ... 'Sitnikov, Kirsanov, mumbled Bazarov, not stopping.
'Oh ... I was almost forgetting to tell you.... Send to Fedot's for our horses to-morrow. Vassily Ivanovitch was dumbfounded. 'Is Mr. Kirsanov leaving us, then? 'Yes; and I'm going with him. Vassily Ivanovitch positively reeled. 'You are going? 'Yes ... I must. Make the arrangements about the horses, please.
After her there came out of the house a young lad, very like Piotr, dressed in a coat of grey livery, with white armorial buttons, the servant of Pavel Petrovitch Kirsanov. Without speaking, he opened the door of the carriage, and unbuttoned the apron of the coach.
The feuds arising from this cause assumed at last such proportions that the ministry in Petersburg had found it necessary to send down a trusted personage with a commission to investigate it all on the spot. The choice of the authorities fell upon Matvy Ilyitch Kolyazin, the son of the Kolyazin, under whose protection the brothers Kirsanov had once found themselves.
His master sighed, and sat down on a little bench. We will introduce him to the reader while he sits, his feet tucked under him, gazing thoughtfully round. His name was Nikolai Petrovitch Kirsanov.
Sometimes, for the most part suddenly, this bewilderment passed into chill horror; her face took a wild, death-like expression; she locked herself up in her bedroom, and her maid, putting her ear to the keyhole, could hear her smothered sobs. More than once, as he went home after a tender interview, Kirsanov felt within him that heartrending, bitter vexation which follows on a total failure.
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