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Updated: June 11, 2025
'To Arkady Nikolaitch? put in the old man. 'Who's Arkady Nikolaitch? said Bazarov, as though in doubt.... 'Oh, yes! that chicken! No, let him alone; he's turned jackdaw now. Don't be surprised; that's not delirium yet. Will you do that? 'Yes, I will do it.... But is it a possible thing for you to die, Yevgeny?... Think only! Where would divine justice be after that?
To his great satisfaction the patients were not being received by the doctor, who was himself ill, but by the assistant, Maxim Nikolaitch, an old man of whom everyone in the town used to say that, though he drank and was quarrelsome, he knew more than the doctor. "I wish you good-day," said Yakov, leading his old woman into the consulting room.
Their mother kept running into the nursery with an anxious face, asking: "Who has taken my scissors? Ivan Nikolaitch, have you taken my scissors again?" "Mercy on us! I'm not even allowed a pair of scissors!" their father would respond in a lachrymose voice, and, flinging himself back in his chair, he would pretend to be a deeply injured man; but a minute later, he would be in ecstasies again.
You call him a republican and he's simply a fool! Oo! That's what he is! All his republicanism simply means that he can never get on anywhere! 'Ah! so that's your idea! A fool! can never get on! but let me tell you, I pursued, with sudden heat, 'let me tell you, my dear Vladimir Nikolaitch, that in these days to get on nowhere is a sign of a fine, a noble nature!
He screws up his eyes affectionately at the blue trousers and shouts: "Good-morning, Semyon Nikolaitch, I have the honour to congratulate you on the Thursday." "And the same to you, Kapiton Petrovitch!" "Come to my seat! It's cool here!" The blue trousers, with much sighing and groaning and waddling from side to side like a duck, cross the street.
He was very handsome, you know, used to turn all the women's heads. 'Oh, that's it, is it? So he keeps it up in memory of the past. It's a pity there's no one for him to fascinate here though. I kept staring at his exquisite collars. They're like marble, and his chin's shaved simply to perfection. Come, Arkady Nikolaitch, isn't that ridiculous? 'Perhaps it is; but he's a splendid man, really.
Well, the old woman has lived her life, thank God. . . . How old is she?" "She'll be seventy in another year, Maxim Nikolaitch." "Well, the old woman has lived her life, it's time to say good-bye." "You are quite right in what you say, of course, Maxim Nikolaitch," said Yakov, smiling from politeness, "and we thank you feelingly for your kindness, but allow me to say every insect wants to live."
In the morning he got up with an effort and went to the hospital. The same Maxim Nikolaitch told him to put a cold compress on his head, and gave him some powders, and from his tone and expression of face Yakov realized that it was a bad case and that no powders would be any use.
But I could not expel Mísha, whom I had invited in. He himself extricated me from this dilemma. That very day before I had even left my study I suddenly heard a dull and vicious voice behind me. "Nikolái Nikoláitch, hey there, Nikolái Nikoláitch!" I looked round. In the doorway stood Mísha, with a terrible, lowering, distorted visage. "What dost thou want?" "Let me go ... this very moment!"
'I shall scarcely have time, replied Rudin, getting up. 'Excuse me, he added; 'I cannot at once repay you my debt, but directly I reach my place 'Nonsense, Dmitri Nikolaitch! Darya Mihailovna cut him short. 'I wonder you're not ashamed to speak of it!... What o'clock is it? she asked.
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