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'No, but I am dissatisfied, Madame Odintsov replied, dwelling on each syllable. 'I think if I could interest myself strongly in something.... 'You want to fall in love, Bazarov interrupted her, 'and you can't love; that's where your unhappiness lies. Madame Odintsov began to examine the sleeve of her lace. 'Is it true I can't love? she said. 'I should say not!
He had expected that Bazarov would talk to a clever woman like Madame Odintsov about his opinions and his views; she had herself expressed a desire to listen to the man 'who dares to have no belief in anything'; but, instead of that, Bazarov talked about medicine, about homoeopathy, and about botany.
So we have seen each other again as you promised.... I loved you! there was no sense in that even before, and less than ever now. Love is a form, and my own form is already breaking up." Madame Odintsov gave an involuntary shudder. "Noble-hearted!" he whispered. "Oh, how young and fresh and pure... in this loathsome room! Well, good-bye.... I thought I wouldn't die; I'd break down so many things.
One of them, the goddess of Silence, with her finger on her lip, had been sent and put up; but on the very same day some boys on the farm had broken her nose; and though a plasterer of the neighbourhood undertook to make her a new nose 'twice as good as the old one, Odintsov ordered her to be taken away, and she was still to be seen in the corner of the threshing barn, where she had stood many long years, a source of superstitious terror to the peasant women.
'Thanks for the suggestion, Anna Sergyevna, and for your flattering opinion of my conversational talents. 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 Bazarov.
'You amaze me, gentlemen, commented Madame Odintsov, 'but we will have more talk together. But now I hear my aunt coming to tea; we must spare her.
Would you like to know what is passing within me? 'Yes, repeated Madame Odintsov, with a sort of dread she did not at the time understand. 'And you will not be angry? 'No. 'No? Bazarov was standing with his back to her. 'Let me tell you then that I love you like a fool, like a madman.... There, you've forced it out of me.
Katya put a footstool under her feet; the old lady did not thank her, did not even look at her, only her hands shook under the yellow shawl, which almost covered her feeble body. The Princess liked yellow; her cap, too, had bright yellow ribbons. 'How have you slept, aunt? inquired Madame Odintsov, raising her voice.
'How is it Katya is playing so late? observed Madame Odintsov. Bazarov got up. 'Yes, it is really late now; it's time for you to go to bed. 'Wait a little; why are you in a hurry?... I want to say one word to you. 'What is it? 'Wait a little, whispered Madame Odintsov. Her eyes rested on Bazarov; it seemed as though she were examining him attentively.
Anna Sergyevna desired to see Bazarov, and sent a summons to him by a steward. Bazarov changed his clothes before going to her; it turned out that he had packed his new suit so as to be able to get it out easily. Madame Odintsov received him not in the room where he had so unexpectedly declared his love to her, but in the drawing-room.
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