Book: Fathers and sons. Page 3

Introduced myself to him again, the deceased wife, but not such, what he knew her for many years, not Thrifty, kind mistress, and a young girl with fine mill, innocently inquiring look and a tightly wound oblique over detskou neck. He remembered how he saw her for the first time. He was then still a student. He met her on the stairs of the apartment in which he lived and accidentally pushed her, turned around, wanted to apologize and could only mutter: "Pardon, monsieur"[1], and she bowed her head, smiled, and suddenly, as if frightened and ran, and at the turn of the stairs looked at him quickly, took a serious look and blushed. And then the first timid visits, perfectly, poluulybki and bewilderment and sadness, and impulses, and, finally, this choking the joy... Where it all off? She became his wife, he was happy as few on earth... "But, he thought, those sweet first moments, why not live an eternal undying life?"

And so grumpy that young people today! I'll ask another: what wine you want red or white? "I tend to prefer red!" he says bass and with such an important person, as if the whole universe was looking at him in that instant...

You proshtudiruyte me the anatomy of an eye: from here to undertake, as you say, mysterious look? It's all romanticism, nonsense, rot, art.

People believe that when it thunders, it is Elijah the prophet in a chariot riding across the sky. Well? I agree with him?

- Aristocracy... so how many foreign words... and useless words! The Russian people, they do not need a gift.

He does everything good, much as you can; he's still a little noise: not for nothing was he once a lion; but to live it would be hard... harder than he suspects...

He is deeply unhappy, to despise him is sinful.

Under the influence of various vague senses, consciousness, life, desire of novelty, she had forced herself to walk to the famous features forced myself to look behind her and saw her not even an abyss, but emptiness...

Strange creature is man. Look that way on the side Yes, from afar in the dead of life are here, "fathers", it seems: which is better?

The appearance of vulgarity is often useful in life: it weakens too high tuned strings, sobering cocky or closability feelings, reminding them of his close kinship with them.

Like all women who fail to fall in love, she wanted something, she knew not what. In fact, she wanted nothing, although it seemed to her that she wanted everything.

His blood was on fire as soon as he thought about it; it is easy to cope with his own blood, but something else possessed him, something he could not allow something always going on here that resented the rest of his pride. In conversations with Anna Sergeevna he even more expressed their indifferent contempt of everything romantic; but when he was alone he indignantly aware of the romance in itself.

- You want to love, ' said Bazarov, and love what you can't: that is your misfortune.

- Happens! 'repeated Bazarov, exactly what do I state or society! In any case, this does not curiously; and, moreover, unless the person can always say all that is in it "comes"?