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He, contrary to his habit, was talking a good deal, and obviously trying to interest her again a surprise for Arkady. He could not make up his mind whether Bazarov was attaining his object.
'Arkady Nikolaitch, put in Vassily Ivanitch solemnly, in a low voice. 'You must excuse a silly old woman like me. The old woman blew her nose, and bending her head to right and to left, carefully wiped one eye after the other. 'You must excuse me. You see, I thought I should die, that I should not live to see my da .. arling.
He felt both surprised, and for some reason or other pleased. 'Ah! he commented, 'and is that why you're sad? Bazarov yawned. 'You'll get old if you know too much. 'And Anna Sergyevna? persisted Arkady. 'What about Anna Sergyevna? 'I mean, will she let you go? 'I'm not her paid man. Arkady grew thoughtful, while Bazarov lay down and turned with his face to the wall.
Katya went unwillingly to the piano; and Arkady, though he certainly was fond of music, unwillingly followed her; it seemed to him that Madame Odintsov was sending him away, and already, like every young man at his age, he felt a vague and oppressive emotion surging up in his heart, like the forebodings of love. Katya raised the top of the piano, and not looking at Arkady, she said in a low voice
An example to you!... Good-bye! The cart creaked and rolled away. Bazarov had spoken truly. In talking that evening with Katya, Arkady completely forgot about his former teacher. He already began to follow her lead, and Katya was conscious of this, and not surprised at it. He was to set off the next day for Maryino, to see Nikolai Petrovitch.
The young peasant prostrated himself too. Arkady Pavlitch looked at their bent necks with an air of dignity, threw back his head, and stood with his legs rather wide apart. 'What is it? Whom do you complain of? 'Have mercy, lord! Let us breathe.... We are crushed, worried, tormented to death quite. 'Who worries you? 'Sofron Yakovlitch, your honour. Arkady Pavlitch was silent a minute.
Sofron Yakovlitch has taken a dislike to me; for some reason he dislikes me God be his judge! 'Have pity, gracious lord, defend us! 'And it's not us only, the young peasant began.... Arkady Pavlitch flew into a rage at once. 'And who asked your opinion, hey? Till you're spoken to, hold your tongue.... What's the meaning of it?
Bazarov, in whom Anna Sergyevna was obviously interested, though she seldom agreed with him, began to show signs of an unrest, unprecedented in him; he was easily put out of temper, and unwilling to talk, he looked irritated, and could not sit still in one place, just as though he were possessed by some secret longing; while Arkady, who had made up his mind conclusively that he was in love with Madame Odintsov, had begun to yield to a gentle melancholy.
'So he's going to cut them up, observed Pavel Petrovitch. 'He has no faith in principles, but he has faith in frogs. Arkady looked compassionately at his uncle; Nikolai Petrovitch shrugged his shoulders stealthily.
'Fenitchka ... Fedosya, answered Arkady. 'And her father's name? One must know that too. 'Nikolaevna. 'Bene. What I like in her is that she's not too embarrassed. Some people, I suppose, would think ill of her for it. What nonsense! What is there to embarrass her? She's a mother she's all right. 'She's all right, observed Arkady, 'but my father. 'And he's right too, put in Bazarov.
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