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Updated: June 14, 2025
'This essay deals with the relations to commerce or no, of manufactures to commerce in our country.... That was your expression, I think, Darya Mihailovna? 'Yes, it deals with'... began Darya Mihailovna, pressing her hand to her forehead. 'Why does it seem so to you? Pigasov smiled and looked across at Darya Mihailovna.
The egoist withers like a solitary barren tree; but pride, ambition, as the active effort after perfection, is the source of all that is great.... Yes! a man must prune away the stubborn egoism of his personality to give it the right of self-expression. 'Can you lend me a pencil? Pigasov asked Bassistoff. Bassistoff did not at once understand what Pigasov had asked him.
He dare to call Rudin a sponge indeed! Why, I consider the part he plays Pigasov I mean is a hundred times worse! He has an independent property, and he sneers at every one, and yet see how he fawns upon wealthy or distinguished people!
'I am a practical man and all these metaphysical subtleties I don't enter into and don't want to enter into. 'Very good! That's as you prefer. But take note that your very desire to be exclusively a practical man is itself your sort of system your theory. 'Civilisation you talk about! blurted in Pigasov; 'that's another admirable notion of yours! Much use in it, this vaunted civilisation!
Only yesterday Elena Antonovna complained to me of you. 'Well! And what did she tell you, if I may know? 'She told me that far one whole morning you would make no reply to all her questions but "what? what?" and always in the same squeaking voice. Pigasov laughed. 'But that was a happy idea, you'll allow, Alexandra Pavlovna, eh? 'Admirable, indeed!
'Nature yes yes of course.... I am passionately fond of it; but do you know, Dmitri Nikolaitch, even in the country one cannot do without society. And here there is practically none. Pigasov is the most intelligent person here. 'The cross old gentleman who was here last night? inquired Rudin. 'Yes.... In the country though, even he is of use he sometimes makes one laugh.
After living with him a few years, his wife went off secretly to Moscow and sold her estate to an enterprising speculator; Pigasov had only just finished building a house on it. Utterly crushed by this last blow, Pigasov began a lawsuit with his wife, but gained nothing by it.
While Alexandra Pavlovna busied herself with her son, Pigasov walked off muttering to the other corner of the balcony. Suddenly, not far off on the road that ran the length of the garden, Mihailo Mihailitch made his appearance driving his racing droshky. Two huge house-dogs ran before the horse, one yellow, the other grey, both only lately obtained.
Rudin tried to look at him, but he could not control his eyes, and turned away smiling without opening his lips. 'Aha! so you too have lost your tail! thought Pigasov; and Natalya's heart sank in terror. Darya Mihailovna gave Volintsev a long puzzled stare and at last was the first to speak; she began to describe an extraordinary dog belonging to a minister So-and-So.
Volintsev did not ask what the one thing was, and in profound silence they all returned to Darya Mihailovna's house. Before dinner the party was again assembled in the drawing-room. Pigasov, however, did not come. Rudin was not at his best; he did nothing but press Pandalevsky to play Beethoven. Volintsev was silent and stared at the floor.
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