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When the time came in due course for preserves, Arkady, who could not bear anything sweet, thought it his duty, however, to taste four different kinds which had been freshly made, all the more as Bazarov flatly refused them and began at once smoking a cigarette.
Vassily Ivanovitch was sorry for his old wife; he did not mean to tell her over night what a sorrow there was in store for her. Bazarov and Arkady set off the next day. From early morning all was dejection in the house; Anfisushka let the tray slip out of her hands; even Fedka was bewildered, and was reduced to taking off his boots.
'No orders, answered Bazarov; 'perhaps you will be so good as to trouble yourself to bring me a glass of vodka. 'Yes, sir, said the steward, looking in some perplexity, and he withdrew, his boots creaking as he walked. 'What grand genre! remarked Bazarov. 'That's what it's called in your set, isn't it? She's a grand-duchess, and that's all about it.
Perhaps Bazarov is right; but one thing I confess, makes me feel sore; I did so hope, precisely now, to get on to such close intimate terms with Arkady, and it turns out I'm left behind, and he has gone forward, and we can't understand one another. 'How has he gone forward? And in what way is he so superior to us already? cried Pavel Petrovitch impatiently.
'Have you ever chanced to see people in my state not set off for Elysium? asked Bazarov, and suddenly snatching the leg of a heavy table that stood near his sofa, he swung it round, and pushed it away. 'There's strength, there's strength, he murmured; 'everything's here still, and I must die!... An old man at least has time to be weaned from life, but I ... Well, go and try to disprove death.
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.
'You are right ... What an imbecile countenance! remarked the wounded gentleman with a forced smile. 'Well, go for the water, damn you! shouted Bazarov. 'No need.... It was a momentary vertigo.... Help me to sit up ... there, that's right.... I only need something to bind up this scratch, and I can reach home on foot, or you can send a droshky for me.
'Whom do you mean? put in Evdoksya. 'Pretty women. 'What? Do you adopt Proudhon's ideas, then? Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. 'I don't adopt any one's ideas; I have my own. 'Damn all authorities! shouted Sitnikov, delighted to have a chance of expressing himself boldly before the man he slavishly admired. 'But even Macaulay, Madame Kukshin was beginning ...
'To Arkady Nikolaitch? put in the old man. 'Who's Arkady Nikolaitch? said Bazarov, as though in doubt.... 'Oh, yes! that chicken! No, let him alone; he's turned jackdaw now. Don't be surprised; that's not delirium yet. Will you do that? 'Yes, I will do it.... But is it a possible thing for you to die, Yevgeny?... Think only! Where would divine justice be after that?
Meanwhile Bazarov was not altogether mistaken. He had struck Madame Odintsov's imagination; he interested her, she thought a great deal about him.
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