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The princess, sitting on the other side of the table with Marya Vlasyevna and Stepan Arkadyevitch, called Levin to her side, and began to talk to him about moving to Moscow for Kitty's confinement, and getting ready rooms for them.
Arina Vlasyevna sat on a low stool near the door, and only went out from time to time to pray. A few days before, a looking-glass had slipped out of her hands and been broken, and this she had always considered an omen of evil; even Anfisushka could say nothing to her. Timofeitch had gone off to Madame Odintsov's. The night passed badly for Bazarov.... He was in the agonies of high fever.
'The food, I think, is very nicely cooked. 'I don't want anything, so I don't eat. 'Have you no appetite? And your head? he added timidly; 'does it ache? 'Yes. Of course, it aches. Arina Vlasyevna sat up and was all alert. 'Don't be angry, please, Yevgeny, continued Vassily Ivanovitch; 'won't you let me feel your pulse? Bazarov got up.
'I can tell you without feeling my pulse; I'm feverish. 'Has there been any shivering? 'Yes, there has been shivering too. I'll go and lie down, and you can send me some lime-flower tea. I must have caught cold. 'To be sure, I heard you coughing last night, observed Arina Vlasyevna. 'I've caught cold, repeated Bazarov, and he went away.
He kept his promise. After installing his son as before in his study, he almost hid himself away from him, and he kept his wife from all superfluous demonstrations of tenderness. 'On Enyusha's first visit, my dear soul, he said to her, 'we bothered him a little; we must be wiser this time. Arina Vlasyevna agreed with her husband, but that was small compensation since she saw her son only at meals, and was now absolutely afraid to address him. 'Enyushenka, she would say sometimes and before he had time to look round, she was nervously fingering the tassels of her reticule and faltering, 'Never mind, never mind, I only and afterwards she would go to Vassily Ivanovitch and, her cheek in her hand, would consult him: 'If you could only find out, darling, which Enyusha would like for dinner to-day cabbage-broth or beetroot-soup? 'But why didn't you ask him yourself? 'Oh, he will get sick of me! Bazarov, however, soon ceased to shut himself up; the fever of work fell away, and was replaced by dreary boredom or vague restlessness. A strange weariness began to show itself in all his movements; even his walk, firm, bold and strenuous, was changed. He gave up walking in solitude, and began to seek society; he drank tea in the drawing-room, strolled about the kitchen-garden with Vassily Ivanovitch, and smoked with him in silence; once even asked after Father Alexey. Vassily Ivanovitch at first rejoiced at this change, but his joy was not long-lived. 'Enyusha's breaking my heart, he complained in secret to his wife; 'it's not that he's discontented or angry that would be nothing; he's sad, he's sorrowful that's what's so terrible. He's always silent. If he'd only abuse us; he's growing thin, he's lost his colour. 'Mercy on us, mercy on us! whispered the old woman; 'I would put an amulet on his neck, but, of course, he won't allow it. Vassily Ivanovitch several times attempted in the most circumspect manner to question Bazarov about his work, about his health, and about Arkady.... But Bazarov's replies were reluctant and casual; and, once noticing that his father was trying gradually to lead up to something in conversation, he said to him in a tone of vexation: 'Why do you always seem to be walking round me on tiptoe? That way's worse than the old one. 'There, there, I meant nothing! poor Vassily Ivanovitch answered hurriedly. So his diplomatic hints remained fruitless. He hoped to awaken his son's sympathy one day by beginning
But Arina Vlasyevna, all in tears, hung upon his neck, and both fell on their faces together. "Side by side," Anfisushka related afterward in the servants' room, "they drooped their poor heads like lambs at noonday." But the heat of noonday passes, and evening comes and night; and then, too, the return to the kindly refuge, where sleep is sweet for the weary and heavy-laden.
'I said I should rebel, he shrieked hoarsely, with his face inflamed and distorted, shaking his fist in the air, as though threatening some one; 'and I rebel, I rebel! But Arina Vlasyevna, all in tears, hung upon his neck, and both fell on their faces together. 'Side by side, Anfisushka related afterwards in the servants' room, 'they dropped their poor heads like lambs at noonday ...
Vassily Ivanovitch walked up and down during the whole of dinner, and with a perfectly happy, positively beatific countenance, talked about the serious anxiety he felt at Napoleon's policy, and the intricacy of the Italian question. Arina Vlasyevna took no notice of Arkady.
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.
'Wouldn't you like some currant tea, Enyusha? inquired Arina Vlasyevna. Bazarov merely shrugged his shoulders. 'No! he said to Arkady the next day. I'm off from here to-morrow. I'm bored; I want to work, but I can't work here. I will come to your place again; I've left all my apparatus there too. In your house one can at any rate shut oneself up.
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