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Bazarov went late to bed, and all night long he was harassed by disordered dreams.... Madame Odintsov kept appearing in them, now she was his mother, and she was followed by a kitten with black whiskers, and this kitten seemed to be Fenitchka; then Pavel Petrovitch took the shape of a great wood, with which he had yet to fight.
Instead of attacking them, you'd better read Michelet's book, De l'amour. That's exquisite! Gentlemen, let us talk of love, added Evdoksya, letting her arm fall languidly on the rumpled sofa cushion. A sudden silence followed. 'No, why should we talk of love, said Bazarov; 'but you mentioned just now a Madame Odintsov ... That was what you called her, I think? Who is that lady?
There Arkady left his companion in order to see Katya. Bazaroff, determined to cure himself of his passion for Madame Odintsov, made the rest of the journey alone, and took up his quarters once more in the house of Nicolai Petrovitch. The fact of Arkady's absence did not tend to improve matters between Pavel Petrovitch and Bazaroff. After a week the aristocrat's antipathy passed all bounds.
'What was the name of that book? she began, after a brief silence. 'Pelouse et Frémy, Notions générales, answered Bazarov. 'I might though recommend you also Ganot, Traité élémentaire de physique éxpérimentale. In that book the illustrations are clearer, and in general it's a text-book. Madame Odintsov stretched out her hand.
"The doctor from Anna Sergyevna Odintsov," he said, bending down quite to his son's ear, "and she herself is here." Bazarov suddenly opened his eyes. "What did you say?" "I say that Anna Sergyevna is here; and has brought this gentleman, a doctor, to you." Bazarov moved his eyes about him. "She is here? I want to see her."
'Yevgeny Vassilyitch, I beg your pardon, but I didn't invite you in here to discuss text-books. I wanted to continue our conversation of last night. You went away so suddenly.... It will not bore you ... 'I am at your service, Anna Sergyevna. But what were we talking about last night? Madame Odintsov flung a sidelong glance at Bazarov. 'We were talking of happiness, I believe.
And now let us sit down. Madame Odintsov delivered all this little speech with peculiar precision, as though she had learned it by heart; then she turned to Arkady. It appeared that her mother had known Arkady's mother, and had even been her confidante in her love for Nikolai Petrovitch. Arkady began talking with great warmth of his dead mother; while Bazarov fell to turning over albums.
Do stay." "Thanks for the suggestion," he retorted, "and for your flattering opinion of my conversational talent. But I think I have already been moving too long in a sphere which is not my own. Flying fishes can hold out for a time in the air, but soon they must splash back into the water; allow me, too, to paddle in my own element." Madame Odintsov looked at Bazaroff.
There was a kind of gracious and gentle force about her face. 'Do you know her? Arkady asked Sitnikov. 'Intimately. Would you like me to introduce you? 'Please ... after this quadrille. Bazarov's attention, too, was directed to Madame Odintsov. 'That's a striking figure, he remarked. 'Not like the other females.
"Good-bye.... Listen.... You know I didn't kiss you then.... Breathe on the dying lamp, and let it go out...." She put her lips on his forehead. "Enough!" he murmured, and dropped back on to the pillow. "Now... darkness...." Madame Odintsov went softly out. "Well?" Vassily Ivanovitch asked her in a whisper. "He has fallen asleep," she answered, hardly audible. But Bazaroff was not fated to awaken.
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