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Anna Sergyevna was not disposed to put any constraint on the young people, and only on account of the proprieties did not leave them by themselves for too long together. She magnanimously kept the princess out of their way; the latter had been reduced to a state of tearful frenzy by the news of the proposed marriage.
He felt both surprised, and for some reason or other pleased. 'Ah! he commented, 'and is that why you're sad? Bazarov yawned. 'You'll get old if you know too much. 'And Anna Sergyevna? persisted Arkady. 'What about Anna Sergyevna? 'I mean, will she let you go? 'I'm not her paid man. Arkady grew thoughtful, while Bazarov lay down and turned with his face to the wall.
Never mind: I'm not going to turn tail." Bazarov was silent, and began feeling with his hand for the glass. Anna Sergyevna gave him some drink: not taking off her glove, and drawing her breath timorously. "You will forget me," he began again: "the dead's no companion for the living. My father will tell you what a man Russia is losing. That's nonsense, but don't contradict the old man.
Arkady was reduced at last to calling Fifi to him, and with an affable smile patting him on the head to give himself an appearance of being at home. Katya set to work again upon her flowers. Bazarov meanwhile was losing and losing. Anna Sergyevna played cards in masterly fashion; Porfiry Platonitch, too, could hold his own in the game.
You? 'Who? my sister; Porfiry Platonovitch, whom you've given up quarrelling with; auntie, whom you escorted to church the day before yesterday. 'Well, I couldn't refuse! And as for Anna Sergyevna, she agreed with Yevgeny in a great many things, you remember? 'My sister was under his influence then, just as you were. 'As I was?
Bazarov, in whom Anna Sergyevna was obviously interested, though she seldom agreed with him, began to show signs of an unrest, unprecedented in him; he was easily put out of temper, and unwilling to talk, he looked irritated, and could not sit still in one place, just as though he were possessed by some secret longing; while Arkady, who had made up his mind conclusively that he was in love with Madame Odintsov, had begun to yield to a gentle melancholy.
'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.
He found Arkady at the writing-table with a book in his hands, his coat buttoned up to the throat. 'You're not in bed yet? he said, in a tone, it seemed, of annoyance. 'You stopped a long while with Anna Sergyevna this evening, remarked Arkady, not answering him. 'Yes, I stopped with her all the while you were playing the piano with Katya Sergyevna.
Bazarov put his hand to his brow. Anna Sergyevna bent down to him. "Yevgeny Vassilyitch, I am here " He at once took his hand away, and raised himself. "Good-by," he said with sudden force, and his eyes gleamed with their last light. "Good-by. Listen you know I didn't kiss you then. Breathe on the dying lamp, and let it go out." Anna Sergyevna put her lips to his forehead.
Besides this, even the previous evening Anna Sergyevna had not been herself; and Katya herself had felt ill at ease, as though she were conscious of some fault in herself. As she yielded to Arkady's entreaties, she said to herself that it was for the last time.
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