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Updated: May 1, 2025
'Really, how could I possibly.... But in that case, let me ask you for a mazurka. Madame Odintsov smiled graciously. 'Certainly, she said, and she looked at Arkady not exactly with an air of superiority, but as married sisters look at very young brothers.
"And would you like to know the reason for this reticence?" he queried. "Would you like to know what is passing within me?" "Yes," rejoined Madame Odintsov, with a sort of dread she did not at the time understand. "And you will not be angry?" "No." "No?" Bazaroff was standing with his back to her.
On the evening of the same day, Madame Odintsov was sitting in her own room with Bazarov, while Arkady walked up and down the hall listening to Katya's playing. The princess had gone upstairs to her own room; she could not bear guests as a rule, and 'especially this new riff-raff lot, as she called them.
There drove into the courtyard of his little house a carriage with seats for two, with four horses harnessed abreast. Without stopping to consider what it could mean, with a rush of a sort of senseless joy, he ran out on to the steps. A groom in livery was opening the carriage door; a lady in a black veil and a black mantle was getting out of it. "I am Madame Odintsov," she said.
At X , the two friends made the acquaintance of Madame Odintsov, a wealthy widow, who lived alone in her large, well-ordered establishment, with her one daughter, Katya Sergyevna. Bazaroff was contemptuously amused at the luxury and peace that pervaded the house.
Bazarov disdaining everyone, sick of all smallness, is roused to fury by the obvious irritations of Pavel Petrovitch. Savagely announcing the creed of nihilism and the end of romance, he has only to feel the calm, aristocratic smile of Madame Odintsov fixed on him and he suffers all the agony of first love.
The visitors started off after lunch. As she said good-bye to Bazarov, Madame Odintsov held out her hand to him, and said, 'We shall meet again, shan't we? 'As you command, answered Bazarov. 'In that case, we shall. Arkady was the first to descend the steps; he got into Sitnikov's carriage.
He went up to her, but even then did not raise his eyes, and said hoarsely 'I have to apologise to you, Anna Sergyevna. You must be in a fury with me. 'No, I'm not angry with you, Yevgeny Vassilyitch, answered Madame Odintsov; 'but I am sorry. 'So much the worse. Any way, I'm sufficiently punished. My position, you will certainly agree, is most foolish. You wrote to me, "Why go away?"
'This is my Katya, said Madame Odintsov, indicating her with a motion of her head. Katya made a slight curtsey, placed herself beside her sister, and began picking out flowers. The greyhound, whose name was Fifi, went up to both of the visitors, in turn wagging his tail, and thrusting his cold nose into their hands. 'Did you pick all that yourself? asked Madame Odintsov. 'Yes, answered Katya.
Heavy expensive furniture stood in the ordinary stiff arrangement along the walls, which were covered with cinnamon-coloured paper with gold flowers on it; Odintsov had ordered the furniture from Moscow through a friend and agent of his, a spirit merchant. Over a sofa in the centre of one wall hung a portrait of a faded light-haired man and it seemed to look with displeasure at the visitors.
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