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She was not liked in the province; there had been a fearful outcry at her marriage with Odintsov, all sorts of fictions were told about her; it was asserted that she had helped her father in his cardsharping tricks, and even that she had gone abroad for excellent reasons, that it had been necessary to conceal the lamentable consequences ... 'You understand? the indignant gossips would wind up.
The deceased Odintsov had not liked innovations, but he had tolerated 'the fine arts within a certain sphere, and had in consequence put up in his garden, between the hothouse and the lake, an erection after the fashion of a Greek temple, made of Russian brick.
She raised her crushed fingers to her lips, breathed on them, and suddenly, impulsively getting up from her low chair, she moved with rapid steps towards the door, as though she wished to bring Bazarov back.... A maid came into the room with a decanter on a silver tray. Madame Odintsov stood still, told her she could go, and sat down again, and again sank into thought.
'It can't be helped! repeated Bazarov. 'Why go away? said Madame Odintsov, dropping her voice. He glanced at her. Her head had fallen on to the back of her easy-chair, and her arms, bare to the elbow, were folded on her bosom. She seemed paler in the light of the single lamp covered with a perforated paper shade.
Don't you know yourself that I've nothing in common with the elegant side of life, the side you prize so much? Madame Odintsov bit the corner of her handkerchief. 'You may think what you like, but I shall be dull when you go away. 'Arkady will remain, remarked Bazarov. Madame Odintsov shrugged her shoulders slightly. 'I shall be dull, she repeated. 'Really?
'I expect tea is ready, said Madame Odintsov. 'Come gentlemen; aunt, will you go in to tea? The princess got up from her chair without speaking and led the way out of the drawing-room. They all followed her in to the dining-room.
Irina in "Smoke," Madame Odintsov in "Fathers and Children," all the lionesses, in fact, fiery, alluring, insatiable creatures for ever craving for something, are all nonsensical. When one thinks of Tolstoy's "Anna Karenin," all these young ladies of Turgenev's, with their seductive shoulders, fade away into nothing.
After waiting till the end of the quadrille, Sitnikov led Arkady up to Madame Odintsov; but he hardly seemed to be intimately acquainted with her; he was embarrassed in his sentences, while she looked at him in some surprise. But her face assumed an expression of pleasure when she heard Arkady's surname. She asked him whether he was not the son of Nikolai Petrovitch. 'Yes.
Arkady began to tell his tale, and to talk of Bazarov with even greater warmth, even greater enthusiasm than he had done on the evening when he danced a mazurka with Madame Odintsov.
'Draw the blind and sit down, said Madame Odintsov; 'I want to have a talk with you before you go away. Tell me something about yourself; you never talk about yourself. 'I try to talk to you upon improving subjects, Anna Sergyevna. 'You are very modest.... But I should like to know something about you, about your family, about your father, for whom you are forsaking us.
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