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Updated: May 11, 2025
'Katerina Sergyevna, he began with a sort of bashful easiness, 'since I've had the happiness of living in the same house with you, I have discussed a great many things with you; but meanwhile there is one, very important ... for me ... one question, which I have not touched upon up till now.
'Why, I don't see why you can't speak freely of everything you have in your heart. 'Can you? asked Bazarov. 'Yes, answered Anna Sergyevna, after a brief hesitation. Bazarov bowed his head. 'You are more fortunate than I am. Anna Sergyevna looked at him questioningly.
He informed his son that for the sake of his mother's dying hours, and for the sake of the little Fedor, he sent him his blessing and was keeping Malanya Sergyevna in his house. Two rooms on the ground floor were devoted to her; he presented her to his most honoured guests, the one-eyed brigadier Skurchin, and his wife, and bestowed on her two waiting-maids and a page for errands.
She stretched, smiled, clasped her hands behind her head, then ran her eyes over two pages of a stupid French novel, dropped the book and fell asleep, all pure and cold, in her pure and fragrant linen. The following morning Anna Sergyevna went off botanising with Bazarov directly after lunch, and returned just before dinner; Arkady did not go off anywhere, and spent about an hour with Katya.
Anna Sergyevna Odintsov was the daughter of Sergay Nikolaevitch Loktev, notorious for his personal beauty, his speculations, and his gambling propensities, who after cutting a figure and making a sensation for fifteen years in Petersburg and Moscow, finished by ruining himself completely at cards, and was forced to retire to the country, where, however, he soon after died, leaving a very small property to his two daughters Anna, a girl of twenty, and Katya, a child of twelve.
Malanya Sergyevna began, in her distress, to beseech Ivan Petrovitch, in her letters, to return home soon. Piotr Andreitch himself wanted to see his son, but Ivan Petrovitch did nothing but write. He thanked his father on his wife's account, and for the money sent him, promised to return quickly and did not come. The year 1812 at last summoned him home from abroad.
'Never mind, don't be uneasy.... Sit down there.... Don't come close to me; you know, my illness is catching. Anna Sergyevna swiftly crossed the room, and sat down in the armchair near the sofa on which Bazarov was lying. 'Noble-hearted! he whispered.
It is impossible that Bazarov was not like the Nihilists of the sixties; but in any case as a figure in fiction, whatever the fact may be, he lives and will continue to live.... From "An Outline of Russian Literature" . NIKOLAI PETROVITCH KIRSANOV, a landowner. PAVEL PETROVITCH KIRSANOV, his brother. ARINA VLASYEVNA, mother of Bazarov. ANNA SERGYEVNA ODINTSOV, a wealthy widow.
But Anna Sergyevna soon set their minds at rest; and it was not difficult for her she had set her own mind at rest. Bazarov's old parents were all the more overjoyed by their son's arrival, as it was quite unexpected.
He knew Anna Sergyevna was sitting alone with Bazarov, and he felt no jealousy, as once he had; on the contrary, his face slowly brightened; he seemed to be at once wondering and rejoicing, and resolving on something.
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