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Updated: June 3, 2025
"What are you doing!" protested Anna Sergyevna; but Arina Vlasyevna did not heed her, while Vassily Ivanovitch could only repeat, "An angel! an angel!" Vassily Ivanovitch recovered himself. "Here, here; follow me, würdigster Herr Collega," he added through old associations. "Ah!" articulated the German, grinning sourly. Vassily Ivanovitch led him into the study.
On ordinary days a serf-boy used to keep driving them away with a large green branch; but on this occasion Vassily Ivanovitch had sent him away through dread of the criticism of the younger generation. Arina Vlasyevna had had time to dress: she had put on a high cap with silk ribbons and a pale blue flowered shawl.
Arina Vlasyevna did not go to bed either, and leaving the study door just open a very little, she kept coming up to it to listen 'how Enyusha was breathing, and to look at Vassily Ivanovitch. She could see nothing but his motionless bent back, but even that afforded her some faint consolation.
Arina Vlasyevna was greatly excited, and kept running backwards and forwards in the house, so that Vassily Ivanovitch compared her to a 'hen partridge'; the short tail of her abbreviated jacket did, in fact, give her something of a birdlike appearance.
'Is this the road to the town, do you mean to tell me? Timofeitch hesitated, and made no answer. 'Is my father well? 'Thank God, yes. 'And my mother? 'Anna Vlasyevna too, glory be to God. 'They are expecting me, I suppose? The little old man held his tiny head on one side. 'Ah, Yevgeny Vassilyitch, it makes one's heart ache to see them; it does really. 'Come, all right, all right! shut up!
Arina Vlasyevna first prayed to her heart's content, then she had a long, long conversation with Anfisushka, who stood stock-still before her mistress, and fixing her solitary eye upon her, communicated in a mysterious whisper all her observations and conjectures in regard to Yevgeny Vassilyevitch.
In the morning Bazarov tried to get up; he was seized with giddiness, his nose began to bleed; he lay down again. Vassily Ivanovitch waited on him in silence; Arina Vlasyevna went in to him and asked him how he was feeling. He answered, 'Better, and turned to the wall. Vassily Ivanovitch gesticulated at his wife with both hands; she bit her lips so as not to cry, and went away.
'He will be famous! repeated the old man, and he sank into a reverie. 'Arina Vlasyevna sent me to call you in to tea, announced Anfisushka, coming by with an immense dish of ripe raspberries. Vassily Ivanovitch started. 'And will there be cooled cream for the raspberries? 'Yes. 'Cold now, mind! Don't stand on ceremony, Arkady Nikolaitch; take some more. How is it Yevgeny doesn't come?
Vassily Ivanovitch gave him a promise not to bother him, the more readily as Arina Vlasyevna, from whom, of course, he kept it all secret, was beginning to worry him as to why he did not sleep, and what had come over him.
Arina Vlasyevna busied herself about the preparation of the decoction of lime-flowers, while Vassily Ivanovitch went into the next room and clutched at his hair in silent desperation. Bazarov did not get up again that day, and passed the whole night in heavy, half-unconscious torpor.
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