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Nikolai was standing next to them and heard it all, too. 'Now we're here, they said, 'but we can't get away again unless we walk." Just to say something, I asked her: "Four rooms I thought you only had three?" "Yes, but the workshop could be turned into a room, too," the big mouth replied. "So that's it!" I thought.
This, no doubt, was the sort of thing Fru Ingeborg had been used to and considered in good taste. But in Petra's day, this had been a light and spacious room. "How's your mother?" I asked Nikolai. As usual he was slow to reply. His wife answered for him: "She's very well." I wanted to ask, "Where is she?" but I refrained. "Look, I want to show you something," said Fru Ingeborg.
The next morning Bazarov woke up earlier than any one and went out of the house. 'Oh, my! he thought, looking about him, 'the little place isn't much to boast of! When Nikolai Petrovitch had divided the land with his peasants, he had had to build his new manor-house on four acres of perfectly flat and barren land.
'And she the daughter of Nikolai Artemyevitch Stahov! And after that people talk about blood, about stock! The amusing part of it is that she really is his daughter, like him, as well as like her mother, Anna Vassilyevna. I respect Anna Vassilyevna from the depths of my heart, she's been awfully good to me; but she's no better than a hen. Where did Elena get that soul of hers?
Only in the distance could still be heard: 'Arise, O Lord God of righteousness! ... Come forth to judge the unjust And be Thou the only Ruler of the nations! 'What a clown! remarked Nikolai Antonov. 'He didn't get enough of the rod in his young days, observed the deacon, appearing on the steps. He had come to inquire what hour it would please the mistress to fix for the night service.
In his usual place behind the bar, almost filling up the entire opening in the partition, stood Nikolai Ivanitch in a striped print shirt; with a lazy smile on his full face, he poured out with his plump white hand two glasses of spirits for the Blinkard and the Gabbler as they came in; behind him, in a corner near the window, could be seen his sharp-eyed wife.
Why did I, indeed, want to see Carpenter Nikolai, the artisan? Yet I have visited him and made his acquaintance. He is a bull in stature, strong and plain-featured, a man of few words. Last Saturday we saw the town together; why, I don't know, but I suggested it myself. I made friends with the carpenter for my own sake, because of my loneliness.
'I hope, dear Yevgeny Vassilyitch, you won't be dull with us, continued Nikolai Petrovitch. Bazarov's thin lips moved just perceptibly, though he made no reply, but merely took off his cap. His long, thick hair did not hide the prominent bumps on his head. 'Then, Arkady, Nikolai Petrovitch began again, turning to his son, 'shall the horses be put to at once? or would you like to rest?
We expected this bear would again make his appearance in the afternoon, and in this surmise we were correct, for he came out into the open three hours later, when Nikolai and I with Stereke made the stalk. We circled well to leeward, fording the many rapid streams with great difficulty.
Nikolai Petrovitch visited Bazarov much oftener than his brother; he would have come every day, as he expressed it, to 'study, if his worries on the farm had not taken off his attention. He did not hinder the young man in his scientific researches; he used to sit down somewhere in a corner of the room and look on attentively, occasionally permitting himself a discreet question.
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