Chapter 11 Nine

On the same day as this incident, Bazarov also met Fedosia.He and Arkady were walking in the garden, explaining to Arkady why the trees, especially the oak, were not growing well here. "Actually, there should be some fertile black soil here, and poplars and firs, and lindens, too. The gazebo side is all right," he added, "because the acacias and lilacs are not delicate and need little care. Ah, inside Someone." In the gazebo sat Fedosya, Dunyasha and Mitya.Bazarov stopped, and Arkady nodded his greeting as if he had known him for a long time. "Who is this?" Bazarov asked just after passing the gazebo. "What a beauty!"

"Who are you talking about?" "Do you still need to ask? Only one of them is the most beautiful." Arkady briefly described, not without shyness, who Feodosia was. "Well," Bazarov praised, "your father has good eyesight. I really like your father, ha, he's really capable. But we should get to know each other," he added, turning and walking towards the gazebo. "Evgeny," cried Arkady, terrifiedly behind him, "God forbid, be careful!" "Don't worry," replied Bazarov, "we have lived in big cities, we have seen the world, we have experience."

He approached Fedosia, took off his hat, and said: "Allow me to introduce myself: I am a friend of Arkady Nikolayevich, a gentle and modest man." Fedosya got up from the bench and looked at him silently. "What a lovely child!" Bazarov went on, "you don't have to worry, I don't have bad eyes, and the children I have seen have never suffered from them. Why are his cheeks so red? Is he about to teeth? " "Yes, there are already four, and now his gums are red and swollen again." "Let me see...don't be afraid, I'm a doctor."

Bazarov held the baby.To Fedosya and Dunyasha's surprise, the child did not resist or make trouble. "See you, see you...it's okay, everything is normal, there will be a pair of steel teeth in the future. If you have any illnesses in the future, you can come to me. Are you in good health?" "Very well, God bless." "God bless, it's better not to have. And you?" Bazarov asked Dunyasha again. Dunyasha, a girl who is sullen in public and laughs behind her back, gave a chuckle as an answer. "Very good. Now, return the future Hercules to you."

Fedosia took the child. "It's pretty good in your hands," she whispered. "Children are always obedient in my hands," Bazarov replied, "I know how to coax children." "The child knows who loves him," Dunyasha interrupted. "That's all right," Feodosia replied, "Just say that we, Mitya, wouldn't be allowed to be hugged by someone else." "May I hug you?" Arkady asked, having stood at a distance at first, and now entering the gazebo. He held out his hand, but Mitya threw back her head and groaned and refused, much to Fedosya's embarrassment.

"Then let's hug him when we are familiar with each other," Arkady said tolerantly.The two friends left them and went. "What is her name?" asked Bazarov. "Fedosya..." Arkady answered. "Where's the father's name? ... You should know that too." "Nikolaevna." "Bene. I like how she's easygoing, not overly shy. Maybe other people think it's bad. What's there to be shy about? She's a mother, and she has a right to it!" -------- ① Latin: Good. "Of course, she's aboveboard," said Arkady, "but my father . . . ".

"He's above board, too," Bazarov interrupted. "Oh, I don't think so." "Is there an extra heir to the property, which makes you unhappy?" "Oh, you're not ashamed to think that I have such secrets!" said Arkady suddenly. "I think my father is wrong, but from another point of view. I think he ought to marry her formally." "Hey, look how magnanimous you are! I didn't expect you to attach so much importance to such a formality as marriage," said Bazarov calmly. They walked a few steps without making a sound. "I've seen your father's farm," Bazarov said again, "the animals are lifeless, the horses are skinny, the house is crumbling, and the hired workers are too lazy to tell, but it's hard to decide whether this guy is a fool or a liar." .”

"You have come here to find fault, Yevgeny Vasilyitch." "Your so-called sincere peasants are lying to your father. Do you know the saying? 'Russian peasants swallow God.'" "Now I agree with my uncle," said Arkady, "you speak so badly of the Russian peasants." "What's the big deal! Russians just screw themselves up. Two times two makes four, honestly. The rest is worthless." "Nature is worth nothing?" said Arkady, gazing at the colorful fields in the setting sun. "Whether it is worth money or not depends on which angle you look at it from. Nature is not a palace, but a workshop, and people are workers."

At this time, the melodious sound of the cello came from the room. I don’t know who was playing it full of emotion. Although the fingering was not very proficient, it was Schubert’s anticipation song, and the honey-like melody was rippling in the air. "Who is playing?" asked Bazarov. "My father." "Your father plays the cello?" "yes." "How old is he?" "Forty-four." Bazarov suddenly laughed. "What are you laughing at?" "How lovely! A man of forty-four years old, Paterfamilias, who lives in a remote town and plays his cello!"

-------- ① Latin: head of the family. Bazarov was still laughing, and Arkady, who adored his teacher in every possible way, did not smile this time.