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But of this interesting peculiarity of Russian intellectual life, in the years 1840 to 1860, I will speak more fully when analysing another of Turgenev's novels in which this contrast is most conspicuous. I will say nothing of the minor characters of the story before us: Lezhnyov, Pigasov, Madame Lasunsky, Pandalevsky, who are all excellent examples of what may be called miniature-painting.
Lezhnyov pressed Rudin's hand, and calling his servant, ordered dinner, and told him to have a bottle of champagne put in ice. In the course of dinner, Lezhnyov and Rudin, as though by agreement, kept talking of their student days, recalling many things and many friends dead and living. At first Rudin spoke with little interest, but when he had drunk a few glasses of wine his blood grew warmer.
The friends clinked their glasses, and sang the old student song in strained voices, all out of tune, in the true Russian style. 'So you are going now to your country place, Lezhnyov began again. 'I don't think you will stay there long, and I cannot imagine where and how you will end.... But remember, whatever happens to you, you have always a place, a nest where you can hide yourself.
'Not the least! replied Alexandra Pavlovna slowly; 'why should you think so? I don't altogether understand you, but I don't think it ridiculous. 'We have had time to grow wiser since then, of course, Lezhnyov continued, 'all that may seem childish to us now.... But, I repeat, we all owed a great deal to Rudin then.
The traveller went into the room and at once throwing off his cloak and scarf, sat down on the sofa, and with his fists propped on his knees, he first looked round as though he were hardly awake yet, and then gave the order to send up his servant. The hotel waiter made a bow and disappeared. The traveller was no other than Lezhnyov.
Let us revive the old habit,... will you? Let us drink to those days! Rudin started and drew himself up a little, and there was a gleam in his eyes of something no word can express. 'Let us drink to them, he said. 'I thank you, brother, we will drink to them! Lezhnyov and Rudin drained their glasses.
Once he spent a whole morning with him, discussing the weightiest problems of life, and awakening his keenest enthusiasm, but afterwards he took no further notice of him. Evidently it was only a phrase when he said that he was seeking for pure and devoted souls. With Lezhnyov, who began to be a frequent visitor at the house, Rudin did not enter into discussion; he seemed even to avoid him.
Half an hour later, Alexandra Pavlovna again came to the door. 'Mihailo Mihailitch is here, she said, 'will you see him? 'Yes, answered Volintsev, 'let them show him up here. Lezhnyov came in. 'What, aren't you well? he asked, seating himself in a chair near the sofa.
He had come from the country to C about some conscription business. Lezhnyov's servant, a curly-headed, rosy-cheeked youth in a grey cloak, with a blue sash round the waist, and soft felt shoes, came into the room. 'Well, my boy, here we are, Lezhnyov said, 'and you were afraid all the while that a wheel would come off.
If the ideals they set before us by their eloquence are true, their own failures do not negate them. Whose fault is it if we do not reach them? Lezhnyov gives the inefficient Rudin a splendid eulogy. "Genius, very likely he has! but as for being natural. . . . That's just his misfortune, that there's nothing natural in him. . . . I want to speak of what is good; of what is rare in him.
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