Chapter 22 twenty

Bazarov leaned out of the carriage, and Arkady looked behind his companion, and saw a tall, thin old man standing on the steps of the house with his legs spread apart, his old military uniform unbuttoned, and his hair fluffed up. , with a thin eagle nose, smoking a long pipe, eyes narrowed because of the sun. The carriage stopped. "It's finally here!" said Bazarov's father, still smoking his pipe, although the pipe was dancing between his fingers. "Get out of the car, get out of the car, let's have a meeting ceremony." He hugged his son... "Ah, my dear Yevgeny, Yevgeny," came a trembling female voice.The door opened wide, and a round little woman appeared under the doorway, wearing a white cap with pressed hair and a short flowered blouse.She groaned and became unstable. If Bazarov hadn't held her up in time, she would almost have fallen to the ground.Her chubby hands immediately hugged his neck, and buried her head in his chest. She was silent and motionless, but she could hear her sobbing intermittently.

Old Bazarov was panting heavily, and his eyes narrowed even more. "Come, come, Arina, let go," he said, looking at Arkady, who was standing quietly beside the carriage.The farmer on the platform deliberately turned his face away. "It's totally unnecessary! Just let go." "Oh, Vasily Ivanitch," sighed the old woman, "how long has it been since I saw my precious son, my Yevgeny..." She did not let go of her hand, but moved it from Bazarov's chest. With a wrinkled tearful face, he looked at his son with happy and ridiculous eyes for a while, and pressed his face to his chest again.

"Yes, a display of affection," muttered Vasily Ivanitch. "But it's better to come in, and there's a guest with Yevgeny. Excuse me," he said to Arkady, stepping forward, "of course you understand women's weaknesses, a mother's heart. ..." But his own mouth and eyebrows were trembling... He just tried his best to restrain himself and pretended not to care.Arkady lowered his head. "Really, mother, let's go in." Bazarov helped the weary old woman into the room, made her sit in an easy chair, hugged his father hastily, and introduced Arkady to him.

"I am delighted from the bottom of my heart to make your acquaintance," said Vasily Ivanitch, "but I hope you will forgive me, everything is very simple in my house, like a marching arrangement... Alina Vlassey Yevna, calm down quickly, you are so weak, Mr. Guest will despise you." "Master," said the old woman, wiping away her tears, "I haven't had time to ask you your name..." "Arkady Nikolaitch," Vasily Ivanitch said solemnly. "Forgive me, silly old woman." She blew her nose, drying first her right eye, then her left. "Please forgive me a lot, I thought I would not be able to wait for my son... son... son."

"Isn't it coming, madam?" Vasily Ivanitch interjected, and told a barefoot girl of twelve or thirteen years old in a red calico dress, who was looking fearfully behind the door: "Give it to madam." Bring a glass of water and bring it on a tray, do you hear me?..." Then he said to the two young men in a polite tone: "Please allow me to invite the two gentlemen to the study of a veteran doctor Sit down." "Let me hug you again, my dear Yevgeny," begged Alina Vlasyevna, and Bazarov bent over her. "You've grown into a beautiful man now!"

"Whether handsome or not," said Vasily Ivanitch, "he has grown up, and has become what is commonly called Omfi. And now Arina Frasier Funa, I hope you will satisfy the distinguished guest after satisfying your loving mother, because, you also know that Nightingale cannot fill his stomach with fables alone." -------- ①French Ommefait (hommefait): a real man. "The meal will be ready in no time, Vasily Ivanitch, and I will go to the kitchen myself and tell the samovar to be ready. Everything will be there, everything. You know, I haven't seen him for three years, Didn't feed him, didn't drink him, isn't it easy to endure the long days?"

"Well, Mistress, you can figure it out, go ahead, don't be ashamed! Gentlemen, please follow me. Oh, Yevgeny, you see Timofeyitch greets you. This is The old butler must be very happy. What do you think, old butler? Are you happy? . . . Come with me, gentlemen." And Vasily Ivanitch snatched his old worn-out shoes to the end. The house is divided into six small rooms, one of which is the so-called study where he took our friends.A dusty, thick-legged table took up the entire space between the windows, and many yellowed papers were placed on it.Along the walls hung Turkish guns, riding whips, sabers, two maps and some anatomical diagrams, a portrait of Fuferrand, a black frame with curly letters, and a framed diploma.A torn leather sofa is squeezed between two tall birch bookcases. Books, boxes, stuffed birds and animals, and bottles and jars are scattered on the shelves.There is a scrapped motor lying idle in the corner.

-------- ①Christopher Fufeland (C.W.Hufeland, 1762-1836), a German doctor, was the author of the very popular book "Longevity". "Dear visitor, as I said beforehand," began Vasily Ivanitch, "that our life here is like that of an army camp . . . " "Stop talking! Why pay for it?" Bazarov interrupted him. "Kirsanov knows very well that you and I are not Kleos, and you don't have a palace. But where he lives is a question." "Oh, yes, Yevgeny, there's a nice little room in the wing, and he'll be very comfortable there."

"You built the wing?" "Why isn't it covered, sir? It's over there at the bathhouse," Timofeyitch interrupted. "That's right by the bathroom," said Vasily Ivanitch hastily, "it's summer now... I'll give orders. And you, Timofeyitch, fetch their luggage... Ev Kenny, of course I'm giving you the study, Suumcuique." -------- ①Croesus (Croesus, 560-546 BC), the king of Lydia in Asia Minor, is said to have a lot of treasure. ②Latin: each in his own right. "See you! A charming old man with a good heart," said Bazarov, as soon as Vasily Ivanitch had left, "like your father, but of a different kind; I especially like to nag."

"Your mother appears to be very kind, too," said Arkady. "My mother? A solid eye. Looking back, it must have been a good lunch." "I didn't expect you to arrive today, sir, so there was no beef," explained Timofeyitch, who had just entered the room with Bazarov's box. "It's okay if you don't have beef, and if you don't have it, you have to have it. As the saying goes: the poor are innocent." "How many serfs does your father have?" asked Arkady suddenly. "The farm doesn't belong to him. It belongs to my mother. Serfs. I think there were about fifteen of them."

"Twenty-two together," Timofeyitch corrected him dissatisfied. Vasily Ivanitch reappeared at the sound of slippers. "Your bedroom will be ready for you in a few minutes," he announced triumphantly. "Arkady...Nikolaitch, is that what you call your Excellency? You order," he pointed at the little boy who followed.The kid had short hair, a blue jacket, and a hole in the elbow, which he obviously borrowed from someone else. "His name is Fedka. But I want to repeat that, although my son won't tell me, please forgive me, he's not very useful, but he can fill a pipe. Of course you smoke?" "Mostly I smoke cigars," answered Arkady. "Reasonably, I myself think cigars are more palatable. But in our backcountry, cigars are hard to come by." "Stop talking about poverty," Bazarov interrupted, "you'd better sit on the sofa and let me have a good look at it." Vasily Ivanitch sat down, laughing.His face was very like that of his son, but with a lower and narrower forehead and a larger mouth.He kept moving, shrugging his shoulders as if his arm sleeves were too short, blinking, coughing, and moving his fingers.In comparison, his son seemed lazy. "'Speaking of being poor'!" continued Vasily Ivanitch. "You, Yevgeny, don't think that I'm complaining in front of guests that we live in a poor country. On the contrary, I have another opinion: For thinking people, there is no backcountry, at least I will do everything I can to keep my mind from rusting and falling behind the times." Vasily Ivanitch took out of his pocket a new yellow silk veil which he had thrown on impromptuly before going to Arkady's room.He waved the yellow handkerchief and went on: "Not to mention anything else, for example, I changed the corvee system into a rent system, reluctantly parted ways, and divided the annual land income with farmers in half. I think this is my duty, and it is the best way under the current circumstances. And other landowners can't even think about it, let alone practice it. Neither do I in science and education." "Yes, I see you have "The Healthy Friend" from 1853," Bazarov interrupted. "It was a gift from an old friend of mine," explained Vasily Ivanitch hastily. "I know a thing or two about phrenology," he added.He said this mainly to Arkady, pointing to the plaster skull model on the bookcase. "I'm also quite familiar with Sintaiyin and Rajmakh." "Are there any believers in Rajmakh in XX province?" Bazarov asked. Vasily Ivanitch coughed dryly. "In the province... of course you are well-informed, people like us can't catch up with you! You are here to replace our old people. We used to laugh at the disciple Hoffman⑤ of the theory of bodily fluids, who held the view of vitalism Brown and his like, but they were really great for a while. You adore the man who replaced Rajmakh, but maybe twenty years from now the man you adored will be a laughingstock again." -------- ① "Friends of Health" is a medical newspaper published in Petersburg from 1833 to 1869. ②Phrenology, a pseudoscience, believes that human psychology depends on the shape of the skull. ③④⑤ are German doctors. ④British doctor. “You can take comfort in the fact that we laugh at the discipline of medicine and we worship no one,” Bazarov said. "What's going on? Don't you want to be a doctor?" "I want to, but it doesn't matter." With his middle finger Vasily Ivanitch flicked the unburnt tobacco in his pipe. "It might be so, I don't mean to argue. What am I? A retired military doctor, Volato, who is now engaged in agriculture. I served in grandfather Ling's regiment." He turned to Arkady again. "Yes, yes. Yes, I have seen quite a lot in my life, and I have never seen any class or any kind of people! I, the one who stands before you, have also held counts for Count Wittgenstein and Zhukovsky. You know, in the army in the south, I knew every single person in 1814 (Vassily Ivanitch pursed his lips at this moment), but I stayed out of it and only cared about my own. One portion—the surgical lancet, and nothing else. Grandpa Ling was a very respectable and true soldier.” "You mean he's an out-and-out boor," Bazarov put in. "Oh, Yevgeny, why are you talking like that! Don't... Of course, General Kirsanov does not belong to..." "Come on, let's not mention him," Bazarov stopped, "I saw your birch forest when I entered the village, and the trees are so cute." Vasily Ivanitch listened to the music and said: "Go and look at my garden again! I didn't plant any tree with my own hands. There are berries, wild berries, and herbs. Young gentlemen, although you are highly talented, old man Paracelisi's argument Still undeniable: inherbis, verbiset la Tpidibus②... I no longer practice medicine, but twice a week, I have to receive people who seek medical treatment. After all, patients cannot be turned away! My place is short of doctors and medicines. A nearby Major, can you think of it? He also healed people. I asked: Have you ever studied medicine? He said: No, I have never learned it. I mainly do it out of the heart of doing good... Haha, out of the heart of doing good ! Even if you don't know anything about medicine, you can go to treat the disease! Haha! Haha!" -------- ①French (voilatout)) pronunciation, meaning: nothing more. ② Latin: herbs, verbal comfort and mineral water. "Fetka, fill me with a cigarette!" Bazarov ordered sharply. "Another so-called doctor was called in," said Vasily Ivanitch in a resigned tone, "but the patient had already adpatres, and the servant said to the doctor: 'No need now!' The doctor did not expect that, Embarrassed, I asked: "Did your master hiccup on his deathbed?" "Yes." "Did he burp a lot?" "A lot." "Oh, that's good." So I went back. Hahaha!" -------- ①Latin: to see his ancestors. The old man laughed alone, Arkady showed only a slight smile on his face, and Bazarov smoked himself.The conversation lasted about an hour, during which time Arkady took time to look into his room.It turned out to be the front room of the bathhouse, but it was comfortable and tidy.At last Danyushka came in and reported that dinner was ready. Vasily Ivanitch was the first to rise. "Gentlemen, please! I have tired you both very much. Please bear with me, but I think your mistress may satisfy you." The hastily prepared lunch was not bad, even very rich, but the wine was a little less, just for a "slightly drunk" as the saying goes.Timofeitch bought a wine from a well-known store in the city, the Helles wine, which was dark and strong, smelled like copper and turpentine, and there were too many flies.These annoying flies were usually driven away by the housekeeper's boy breaking a green branch, but this time Vassily Ivanitch, afraid of the young man's ridicule, sent him away early.Arina Vlasyevna changed her attire before dinner; she wore a high cap with a silk ribbon on her head, and a blue flowered shawl on her shoulders.At the sight of her dear son Yevgeny, she wept again, but this time without her husband's prompting, she held back her tears just in time so as not to splash the shawl.Only two young people dined, because the host and hostess had eaten.Fedka waited at the table.He wore a pair of large boots that were apparently improvised.There is another woman named Anfei Sushika who is taking care of her.She had a manly face and one eye; she was housekeeper, livestock and laundry as well.While the young man ate, Vasily Ivanitch paced the room, talking with a happy, even triumphant air, about how Napoleon's policies had aroused his anxieties and the messy Italian problems.Alina Vlasyevna simply ignored Arkady and did not persuade him to try the various dishes, but rested her small round face with her full cherry-red lips, her left and right cheeks, resting on her fist. And the moles on the eyebrows make this small round face look extraordinarily kind.She kept her eyes on her son, sighed constantly, and wanted to ask how long he could live at home, but was afraid to ask. "What if he said he would only stay for two days?" Thinking of this, my heart sank.After serving the roast, Vasily Ivanitch disappeared suddenly, and when he came back, he raised a half-opened bottle of champagne and exclaimed: "See, although we live in the backcountry, there are people who make people happy on solemn occasions." Pleasant stuff!" He poured the wine into three goblets and a shot glass, toasted his "honorable guests" to health, and then, in his military fashion, drank his share, And urged Arina Vlasyevna to drink the wine from the sippy glass.When the candied fruit was served, Bazarov refused immediately and smoked a cigar. Although Arkady ate no sweets, but out of politeness, he tasted four different varieties of freshly boiled candied fruit.Afterwards tea, cheese, butter and double rolls were served.At last Vasily Ivanitch led the crowd to the garden to admire the beauty of the evening. He whispered to Arkady as he passed the armchair: "I like to sit on this bench and watch the sunset and do some philosophizing, which is just fine for a hermit. And over there, a little further away, I have a few Horace's favorite tree." "What tree?" Bazarov asked when he heard it from the side. "It's... the locust tree." Bazarov yawned several times. "I think it's time for the traveler to fall into the arms of Morpheus," said Vasily Ivanitch. -------- ① Horace (Horatius, 65-8 BC), a Roman poet. ②Morpheus (Morpheus) the god of dreams in Greek mythology. "That means it's time to go to bed," Bazarov interjected, "this kind of thinking is correct. It's time, there's nothing much to say." Bazarov said good night to his mother and kissed her on the forehead, while the mother embraced him and blessed him three times behind him.Arkady was escorted home by Vasily Ivanitch.He wished Arkady "a wonderful rest, as in his youthful and happy days."If so, Arkady slept very soundly in the antechamber of the bathhouse, where the smell of mint and the flickering flames of two candles behind the stove were urging one to sleep.After returning to his study from Arkady's lodging, Vasily sat down on the sofa where his son slept with his legs curled up, and was going to have a long talk with him.Bazarov said he wanted to sleep, and immediately sent him away. In fact, he couldn't fall asleep until dawn. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the darkness.He is not caught in the memory of a distant childhood, but is haunted by the imprint of a recent pain.Alina Vlasyevna said her prayers of thanksgiving for her blessings, and talked for a long time with Anfisushka Shushu.Anfisushka remained motionless as if nailed to his wife, staring with one eye, and mysteriously and quietly narrated her impressions and opinions of Yevgeny Vasiliich.The old woman's mind was clouded with joy, with wine, with the smell of cigars, and her husband could only wave his hand when he tried to talk to her. Alina Vlasyevna is a real Russian old-fashioned noblewoman. She should have lived in the Moscow era two hundred years ago.She believes in God, is sentimental, believes in divination, spells, and dreams; believes in the predictions of mad monks, the power of house gods and forest demons, unlucky encounters, bewitched by evil spirits, folk herbs, holy salt on Thursday, and the end of the world; If the Easter candles stay up all night, the buckwheat harvest will be plentiful; if the mushrooms are unearthed and people see them, they will not grow; she believes that ghosts like to hang around in places with water, and every Jew will have a blood mark on his chest; she Afraid of mice, snakes, frogs, sparrows, leeches, thunder, cold water, drafts, horses, goats, red-haired men, and black cats; she considered both crickets and dogs unlucky; she never ate veal or pigeon, Shrimp, cheese, asparagus, ghost ginger, rabbit meat, watermelon, which is said to have been cut to remind one of the bloody head of John Bryce; she shudders when talking about oysters; She sleeps ten hours, but if Vasily Ivanitch has a headache, she stays up all night; she has never read a book except "Alexis or the Cabin in the Woods"; she writes only once a year. One, two letters at most, but very good at housework, drying and making jam, although she doesn't move a finger.On the whole, she is lazy to act.Alina Vlasyevna was very kind, she was not stupid, she knew that in the world there were lords who commanded others, and there were common people who were commanded by others, so she did not dislike servility and bowing.However, she is also kind and kind to her subordinates, and will give food to every beggar.Although she also likes to listen to some gossip, she never chats about people's faults.She was pretty when she was young, she could play the old-fashioned piano, and she could also speak a few words of French. However, after living in exile with her husband for many years (the marriage was not of her choice), she completely forgot about that music and French.She loved her son but was terribly afraid of him.She handed over the territory to Vasily Ivanitch for management and never asked about it again. Her husband told her about the current reforms and her own plan.She is always full of doubts, maybe that day disaster will come suddenly.As long as she thinks of sad things, she immediately bursts into tears... Such women are becoming rarer and rarer, should they be happy about this?God only knows.