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They were pursued by a nervously malicious, but somewhat faint-hearted laugh from Madame Kukshin; her vanity had been deeply wounded by neither of them having paid any attention to her. She stayed later than any one at the ball, and at four o'clock in the morning she was dancing a polka-mazurka with Sitnikov in the Parisian style. This edifying spectacle was the final event of the Governor's ball.
'And what do you say to it, Mr. Kirsanov? Sitnikov put in. 'You must come too; we can't go without you. 'But how can we burst in upon her all at once? 'That's no matter. Kukshina's a brick! 'There will be a bottle of champagne? asked Bazarov. 'Three! cried Sitnikov; 'that I answer for. 'What with? 'My own head. 'Your father's purse would be better. However, we are coming.
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.
There was a kind of gracious and gentle force about her face. 'Do you know her? Arkady asked Sitnikov. 'Intimately. Would you like me to introduce you? 'Please ... after this quadrille. Bazarov's attention, too, was directed to Madame Odintsov. 'That's a striking figure, he remarked. 'Not like the other females.
Falcon too I declined. Sitnikov showed me several horses.... One at last, a dapple-grey beast of Voyakov breed, took my fancy. I could not restrain my satisfaction, and patted him on the withers. Sitnikov at once feigned absolute indifference. "Well, does he go well in harness?" I inquired. "Oh, yes," answered the horsedealer carelessly. "Can I see him?" "If you like, certainly.
Arkady, as we are aware, danced badly, while Bazarov did not dance at all; they both took up their position in a corner; Sitnikov joined himself on to them, with an expression of contemptuous scorn on his face, and giving vent to spiteful comments, he looked insolently about him, and seemed to be really enjoying himself.
And with you, sir, he went on, turning to me, 'we'll settle matters another time.... Fomka, a bench for his excellency. From a special stable which I had not at first observed they led out Peacock. A powerful dark sorrel horse seemed to fly across the yard with all its legs in the air. Sitnikov even turned away his head and winked. The prince laughed.
'She's charming, charming! piped Sitnikov. 'I will introduce you. Clever, rich, a widow. It's a pity, she's not yet advanced enough; she ought to see more of our Evdoksya. I drink to your health, Evdoxie! Let us clink glasses! Et toc, et toc, et tin-tin-tin! Et toc, et toc, et tin-tin-tin!!! 'Victor, you're a wretch. The lunch dragged on a long while.
There was nothing repulsive in the little plain person of the emancipated woman; but the expression of her face produced a disagreeable effect on the spectator. One felt impelled to ask her, 'What's the matter; are you hungry? Or bored? Or shy? What are you in a fidget about? Both she and Sitnikov had always the same uneasy air.
'Get in, Bazarov brought out through his teeth. Sitnikov, who had been walking to and fro round the wheels of his carriage, whistling briskly, could only gape when he heard these words; while Arkady coolly pulled his luggage out of the carriage, took his seat beside Bazarov, and bowing politely to his former fellow-traveller, he called, 'Whip up! The coach rolled away, and was soon out of sight.... Sitnikov, utterly confused, looked at his coachman, but the latter was flicking his whip about the tail of the off horse.
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