Chapter 4 two

"Let me dust myself off first, papa..." said Arkady cheerfully, hugging his father back.His voice was a little hoarse from the fatigue of the journey, but still as loud as a young man's. "Never mind," replied Nikolai Petrovich with a benign smile, brushing the dust off his son's uniform jacket and his own overcoat with his hands. "Let me take a good look, take a good look," he moved aside to look at his son and said, then hurried to the carriage shop, urging: "Bring the horse here, bring the horse here, quick!" It seemed that Nikolai Petrovich was more agitated than his son, and he was as bewildered as in a panic.Arkady hurriedly stopped him:

"Father, let me introduce you to my good friend Bazarov, who is often mentioned in the letter. He actually gave us the honor and agreed to come to our house as a guest." Nikolai Petrovich hastily turned around, approached the tall guest who had just got out of the carriage and wore a fringed frock coat, and firmly grasping the sunburned hand that he had been extending lately, he said: "I am sincerely glad and grateful for your presence, and I hope... may I ask your name and father's name?..." "Evgeny Vasiliich," Bazarov answered calmly, with a natural expression, and then turned down the collar of his coat, showing Nikolai Petrovich his whole face.It was a thin and long face with a broad forehead, a flat nose and a pointed nose, a pair of big green eyes, light brown sideburns and a serene smile all revealing his confidence and intelligence.

"My dear Yevgeny Vasilyitch, I hope you will not feel lonely in the lodgings," continued Nikolai Petrovich. Bazarov raised his hat, but his lips moved only once, without answering.He has a thick head of dark yellow hair, but it still can't hide his protruding round forehead. "So, Arkady," asked Nikolai Petrovich to his son, "shall I order the harness now, or shall I let you rest for a while?" "Go home and rest, dear father, order the car to be harnessed." "Let's do it now, let's do it now," my father said quickly. "Hey, Peter, do you hear? Go make arrangements, hurry up, buddy."

Instead of going up to kiss the young master's hand, the servant educated in the new law just bowed from a distance and disappeared through the gate. "Here is my buggy, but there are three horses for your buggy," Nikolay explained at length.At that moment Arkady was drinking from an iron jug brought up by the headmaid of the carriage shop, when Bazarov lit his pipe and went to the coachman unloading the shaft. "But there are only two seats in the buggy, and I don't know what to do with your friend." "Let him take a carriage," interrupted Arkady in a low voice.

"Don't be polite to him. He's a wonderful fellow, very down-to-earth, as you'll know later on." Nikolai Petrovich's driver brought the horses. "Hey, bearded man, turn this way!" Bazarov said to the driver. "Did you hear that, Miqiuha," said another driver with his hand in the back of the sheepskin coat, "Why did the master call you? You are really a bearded man." Miqiuha only waved his hat as a salute, and then took the bit from the sweaty shaft horse. "Come on, come on, boy, do me a favor," cried Nikolai Petrovitch, "you'll need your drink!"

The car was harnessed within a few minutes. The father and son got into the buggy, Peter climbed onto the platform frame, and Bazarov just got on the four-wheeled cart and rested his head comfortably on the leather pillow. went.