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Bazarov held aloof from these matters, and indeed as a guest it was not for him to meddle in other people's business. The day after his arrival at Maryino, he set to work on his frogs, his infusoria, and his chemical experiments, and was for ever busy with them. Arkady, on the contrary, thought it his duty, if not to help his father, at least to make a show of being ready to help him.
A January day was drawing to its close; the cold evening was more keen than ever in the motionless air, and a lurid sunset was rapidly dying away. There were lights burning in the windows of the house at Maryino; Prokofitch in a black frockcoat and white gloves, with a special solemnity, laid the table for seven.
The Princess K is dead, forgotten the day of her death. The Kirsanovs, father and son, live at Maryino; their fortunes are beginning to mend. Arkady has become zealous in the management of the estate, and the 'farm' now yields a fairly good income. Katerina Sergyevna has a son, little Nikolai, while Mitya runs about merrily and talks fluently.
But, added Nikolai Petrovitch, rubbing his forehead and eyebrows with his hand, which was always an indication with him of inward embarrassment, 'I told you just now that you would not find changes at Maryino.... That's not quite correct. I think it my duty to prepare you, though.... He hesitated for an instant, and then went on in French.
'And meantime, he added, 'only think what an important part you have to play! Piotr threw up his hands, looked down, and leaned against a birch-tree, looking green with terror. The road from Maryino skirted the copse; a light dust lay on it, untouched by wheel or foot since the previous day.
An example to you!... Good-bye! The cart creaked and rolled away. Bazarov had spoken truly. In talking that evening with Katya, Arkady completely forgot about his former teacher. He already began to follow her lead, and Katya was conscious of this, and not surprised at it. He was to set off the next day for Maryino, to see Nikolai Petrovitch.
'Upon my word, a man of forty-four, a paterfamilias in this out-of-the-way district, playing on the violoncello! Bazarov went on laughing; but much as he revered his master, this time Arkady did not even smile. About a fortnight passed by. Life at Maryino went on its accustomed course, while Arkady was lazy and enjoyed himself, and Bazarov worked.
The cholera began to make its appearance in some places in the neighbourhood, and even 'carried off' two persons from Maryino itself. In the night Pavel Petrovitch happened to have rather severe symptoms. He was in pain till the morning, but did not have recourse to Bazarov's skill.
The next day he set off with Bazarov to X . The younger part of the household at Maryino were sorry at their going; Dunyasha even cried ... but the old folks breathed more easily. The town of X to which our friends set off was in the jurisdiction of a governor who was a young man, and at once a progressive and a despot, as often happens with Russians.
During the whole course of the journey neither one nor the other even mentioned the name of Madame Odintsov; Bazarov, in particular, scarcely opened his mouth, and kept staring in a side direction away from the road, with a kind of exasperated intensity. At Maryino every one was exceedingly delighted to see them.
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