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In company with two or three such young chemists, who don't know oxygen from nitrogen, but are filled with scepticism and self-conceit, and, too, with the great Elisyevitch, Sitnikov roams about Petersburg, also getting ready to be great, and in his own conviction continues the 'work' of Bazarov.
'Fancy, absolutely by chance, he replied, and returning to the trap, he waved his hand several times, and shouted, 'Follow, follow us! 'It's no use to hope; we come straight from him. 'Ah! in that case I will call on him too.... Yevgeny Vassilyitch, introduce me to your ... to the ... 'Sitnikov, Kirsanov, mumbled Bazarov, not stopping.
'Whom do you mean? put in Evdoksya. 'Pretty women. 'What? Do you adopt Proudhon's ideas, then? Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. 'I don't adopt any one's ideas; I have my own. 'Damn all authorities! shouted Sitnikov, delighted to have a chance of expressing himself boldly before the man he slavishly admired. 'But even Macaulay, Madame Kukshin was beginning ...
'Damn Macaulay, thundered Sitnikov. 'Are you going to stand up for the silly hussies? 'For silly hussies, no, but for the rights of women, which I have sworn to defend to the last drop of my blood. 'Damn! but here Sitnikov stopped. 'But I don't deny them, he said. 'No, I see you're a Slavophil. 'No, I'm not a Slavophil, though, of course ... 'No, no, no! You are a Slavophil.
'Is that you, Victor? sounded a shrill voice from the adjoining room. 'Come in. The woman in the cap disappeared at once. 'I'm not alone, observed Sitnikov, with a sharp look at Arkady and Bazarov as he briskly pulled off his overcoat, beneath which appeared something of the nature of a coachman's velvet jacket. 'No matter, answered the voice. 'Entrez. The young men went in.
'And is that establishment of your governor's an expression of the highest morality too? observed Bazarov, pointing to a ginshop which they were passing at that instant. Sitnikov again went off into a shrill laugh. He was greatly ashamed of his origin, and did not know whether to feel flattered or offended at Bazarov's unexpected familiarity.
KATYA SERGYEVNA, her sister. PORFIRY PLATONITCH, her neighbor. MATVY ILYITCH KOLYAZIN, government commissioner. VIKTOR SITNIKOV, a would-be liberal. PROKOFITCH, head servant to Nikolai. DUNYASHA, a maid servant. MITYA, infant of Fedosya. TIMOFEITCH, manager for Vassily.
'Long! mercy on us! Start him, Petya, start him, but at a trot, a trot ... don't let him gallop. Again Petya ran round the yard with Ermine. None of us spoke for a little. 'There, lead him back, said Sitnikov, and show us Falcon. Falcon, a gaunt beast of Dutch extraction with sloping hind-quarters, as black as a beetle, turned out to be little better than Ermine.
'A cigar's all very well, put in Sitnikov, who by now was lolling in an armchair, his legs in the air; 'but give us some lunch. We're awfully hungry; and tell them to bring us up a little bottle of champagne. 'Sybarite, commented Evdoksya, and she laughed. 'I like comfort in life, Sitnikov brought out, with dignity. 'That does not prevent my being a Liberal.
'Fie; you must have your joke.... She will give us a bottle of champagne. 'Oh, that's it. One can see the practical man at once. By the way, is your father still in the gin business? 'Yes, said Sitnikov, hurriedly, and he gave a shrill spasmodic laugh. 'Well? Will you come? 'I don't really know. 'You wanted to see people, go along, said Arkady in an undertone.
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