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Updated: June 13, 2025
'It can't be helped! repeated Bazarov. 'Why go away? said Madame Odintsov, dropping her voice. He glanced at her. Her head had fallen on to the back of her easy-chair, and her arms, bare to the elbow, were folded on her bosom. She seemed paler in the light of the single lamp covered with a perforated paper shade.
Bazarov suddenly turned over on the sofa, bent a fixed dull look on his father, and asked for drink. Vassily Ivanovitch gave him some water, and as he did so felt his forehead. It seemed on fire. 'Governor, began Bazarov, in a slow, drowsy voice; 'I'm in a bad way; I've got the infection, and in a few days you'll have to bury me.
That is pleasant to friends, and always very unpleasant to those who are not friends, especially when it is impossible either to have things out or to separate. 'Haven't I bound up your leg too tight? inquired Bazarov at last.
He was greatly perturbed, and now I shall have to upset him more than ever.... Never mind! Never say die! He'll get over it! Bazarov said, 'Never mind'; but the whole day passed before he could make up his mind to inform Vassily Ivanovitch of his intentions. At last, when he was just saying good-night to him in the study, he observed, with a feigned yawn
Pavel Petrovitch turned slowly on his heels, and slowly walked away; Nikolai Petrovitch went after him. 'Is he always like that? Bazarov coolly inquired of Arkady directly the door had closed behind the two brothers. 'I must say, Yevgeny, you weren't nice to him, remarked Arkady. 'You have hurt his feelings. 'Well, am I going to consider them, these provincial aristocrats!
'I beg your pardon, I believe I have kept you waiting, he observed, bowing first to Bazarov, then to Piotr, whom he treated respectfully at that instant, as representing something in the nature of a second. 'I was unwilling to wake my man. 'It doesn't matter, answered Bazarov; 'we've only just arrived ourselves. 'Ah! so much the better! Pavel Petrovitch took a look round.
'I am sensible of my obligation to you, replied Pavel Petrovitch; 'and may reckon then on your accepting my challenge without compelling me to resort to violent measures. 'That means, speaking without metaphor, to that stick? Bazarov remarked coolly. 'That is precisely correct. It's quite unnecessary for you to insult me. Indeed, it would not be a perfectly safe proceeding.
'He will go in the coach, interposed Arkady in an undertone. 'You must not stand on ceremony with him, please. He's a splendid fellow, so simple you will see. Nikolai Petrovitch's coachman brought the horses round. 'Come, hurry up, bushy beard! said Bazarov, addressing the driver.
Arkady was very much surprised, and even grieved, but he did not think it necessary to show this; he only asked whether his uncle's wound was really not serious; and on receiving the reply that it was most interesting, but not from a medical point of view, he gave a forced smile, but at heart he felt both wounded and as it were ashamed. Bazarov seemed to understand him.
'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.
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