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The weather kept splendidly fine; in the distance, it is true, the cholera was threatening, but the inhabitants of that province had had time to get used to its visits. Bazarov used to get up very early and go out for two or three miles, not for a walk he couldn't bear walking without an object but to collect specimens of plants and insects. Sometimes he took Arkady with him.
Sweet it is to fall asleep in one's own home, in the familiar bed, under the quilt worked by loving hands, perhaps a dear nurse's hands, those kind, tender, untiring hands. Arkady remembered Yegorovna, and sighed and wished her peace in heaven.... For himself he made no prayer. Both he and Bazarov were soon asleep, but others in the house were awake long after.
'The present condition of the people requires it, added Arkady, with dignity; 'we are bound to carry out these requirements, we have no right to yield to the satisfaction of our personal egoism.
'Perhaps, he said, at last, 'she supposes ... she is ashamed. Arkady turned a rapid glance on his father. 'She has no need to be ashamed.
I don't believe the gossip of the town; but I should like to think, as our cultivated Governor says, that it's well-grounded. Arkady made no answer, and knocked at the door of the apartments. A young servant in livery, conducted the two friends in to a large room, badly furnished, like all rooms in Russian hotels, but filled with flowers.
Permit me, as a father, to ask without reserve, What is your opinion of my Yevgeny? 'Your son is one of the most remarkable men I have ever met, Arkady answered emphatically. Vassily Ivanovitch's eyes suddenly grew round, and his cheeks were suffused with a faint flush. The spade fell out of his hand. 'And so you expect, he began ...
'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.
Pavel Petrovitch glanced at Arkady, as though he would say to him, 'Your friend's polite, I must say. 'For my own part, he began again, not without some effort, 'I am so unregenerate as not to like Germans. Russian Germans I am not speaking of now; we all know what sort of creatures they are. But even German Germans are not to my liking.
Five minutes later, they opened their eyes and glanced at one another in silence. 'Look, said Arkady suddenly, 'a dry maple leaf has come off and is falling to the earth; its movement is exactly like a butterfly's flight. Isn't it strange? Gloom and decay like brightness and life. 'Oh, my friend, Arkady Nikolaitch! cried Bazarov, 'one thing I entreat of you; no fine talk.
I'm convinced that he solemnly imagines himself a superior creature because he reads that wretched Galignani, and once a month saves a peasant from a flogging. 'But remember his education, the age in which he grew up, observed Arkady. 'Education? broke in Bazarov. 'Every man must educate himself, just as I've done, for instance.... And as for the age, why should I depend on it?
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