Chapter 23 twenty one

Arkady opened the window after getting up, and the first thing he saw was Vasily Ivanitch.The old man was wearing a flannelette dressing gown with a kerchief around his waist, and was diligently plowing in the garden.He found the young guest standing in the window, and he greeted with a shovel in his hand: "I wish you good health! Have you had a good night's rest?" "Excellent," answered Arkady. "You see, I grow late turnips in the same field as New Xinnatas. Now, God testifies, it has come to a time when I can no longer support myself with my own hands. It seems that Jean-Jacques Rousseau was right : You should not rely on others, but on yourself. Sir, it would be different if you had met me half an hour ago. A country woman came to me and said she had a stomachache—that's what they say, and we put It's called dysentery, I...how can I say it? She had to be injected with opium. I also had the other tooth pulled. I suggested anesthesia before the tooth was pulled...but she just didn't want to. It's all gratis —Anamagyor. No wonder, since I myself am a commoner, homonovus, and do not come from a noble family like my good wife... Wouldn't you like to come under this tree for some fresh air before morning tea?" Al Katy went out of the house and came up to him.

-------- ①Cincinnatus (Cincinnatus), a nobleman, general and dictator in ancient Rome in the 5th century BC, he once worked as a farmer. ② Rousseau (Rousseau, 1712-78), a famous French writer and thinker. ③ Latin: Free. ④ Pronounced in French, it means "no charge, free clinic". ⑤ Latin: Newcomer. "Again I welcome!" Vasily Ivanitch raised his hand in military fashion to the brim of his greasy round hat. "I know you are used to luxury and comfort, but even the great men of our time do not dislike living for a while under the eaves of a small hut." "Oh, what a great man I am! And I'm not used to luxury," answered Arkady hastily.

"I'm sorry," said Vasily Ivanitch, with mocked elegance. "I'm old, but I've seen the world, and you can tell a man by what he says. I'm a half-hearted psychic." I daresay you, and a physiognomy, would have wiped out me as a little man if I didn't have them. I don't mean to compliment you in person, but I'm really happy to find your friendship with my son. I saw him just now. .As you probably know, he usually has the habit of getting up in the morning and going out for a walk. Please forgive my curiosity: have you and my Yevgeny known each other for a long time?"

"Since last winter." "Oh! Please allow me to ask one more question, but shall we sit down and agree? Please allow me, as his father, to ask you frankly, what do you think of my Yevgeny?" "Your son is one of the most wonderful men I have ever met," answered Arkady cheerfully. Vassily Ivanitch's eyes widened suddenly, his cheeks glowed, and the shovel slipped from his hand to the ground. "Then you think..." he began, Arkady was ahead of him: "I believe that your son's future is immeasurable, and he will shine on your lintel. I have firmly believed in it since I met you."

"What did you say? . . . Really?" Vasily Ivanitch was utterly agitated, and the excited smile widened his already wide mouth, and never disappeared. "You want to know how we met?" "Yes...and the whole..." Arkady then began to talk about Bazarov more passionately and vividly than he had said during the mazurka dance with Odintsova. Vassily Ivanitch listened and listened, blowing his nose, coughing, tugging at the handkerchief, ruffling his hair, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, leaned over and kissed Arkady on the shoulder. "You really make my day," he said with a smile on his face. "I have to say, I...I admire my son, not to mention my old wife, everyone knows: mother! But I dare not show my feelings in front of him, because he doesn't like, he hates any Passion. For this reason, many people blame him for his hard heart, either pride or lack of affection. But people like this cannot be measured by ordinary standards, don’t you think? If you change others, he would have to learn from his parents It's impossible to plunder, but believe it or not? We never took a kopeck from our parents in life, God knows."

"He was a selfless man," Arkady said. "Yes, an unselfish man. Arkady Nikolaitch, whom I not only admire, but who I am proud of, and what I long for is that one day I will write a line in his biography:' His father is an ordinary military doctor, but he has foreseen the future of his son and cultivated it carefully...'” The old man's voice broke into a whimper. Arkady shook his hand firmly. "What do you think?" asked Vassily Ivanitch after a moment's silence. "He will be famous in the world, as you so esteem, and not in the medical profession?"

"Certainly not in medicine, though he would be a first-rate scholar in that." "And in what, Arkady Nikolaitch?" "It's hard to say now, but he must be famous all over the world." "He will be famous all over the world!" The old man repeated, and then fell into deep thought. At this time, Anfisushka walked past them with a large basin of overripe marling nuts, and she said: "Arina Vlasyevna ordered me to invite the master to morning tea." "Is there cold cream with marinara?" "Yes, sir." "Look, the cold cream is mixed! You're welcome, Arkady Nikolaitch, get some more. Why hasn't Yevgeny come back?"

"Here I am," came Bazarov's voice from Arkady's room. Vasily Ivanitch looked back at him hurriedly. "Well, you want to visit your friend, but you are late, amice, we have been talking here for a long time, now go to tea, your mother is calling, and I want to discuss something with you by the way." "What's up?" "There was a farmer who was sick with Iktor..." "You mean jaundice?" "By the way, chronic jaundice, and it can't be cured for a long time, I prescribed him lotus flower and hypericum, and gave him soda, and told him to eat more carrots. But these are all placebos, and I need to find some effective prescription to cure them. Root cause. I'm sure you'll have a good idea, though you laugh at medicine. We'll talk about it later, but let's go to tea now."

Vasily Ivanitch got up lightly from his chair and hummed a passage from "Robert": Law, law, we make our own law, For, for, for living comfortably! -------- ①Italian: friend. ②The inaccurate pronunciation of the text icterus (jaundice) was pulled. ③ Originally known as "Robert and the Devil", it is an opera created by the composer Meyerbeer (G. Meyerbeer, 179-1864). "What an optimist!" Bazarov muttered and left the window. At noon, there was only a thin layer of white clouds in the sky, the sun was scorching like fire, everything was quiet, only the roosters in the village crowed like provocative ones, and somewhere on the top of the tree the young eaglets were flying. The sound of begging.All these make people suddenly feel lonely and helpless, and want to take a nap.Arkady and Bazarov took advantage of a small stack of hay to hide from the sun, and each embraced an armful of rustling, green, fragrant hay under their bodies.Bazarov said:

"That aspen tree over there reminds me of my childhood. It grows on the edge of a pothole that was left when the brick shed was demolished. At that time I believed that the pothole and the aspen tree had a special kind of relationship. Charm, I'm never lonely around it. I didn't understand then that I wasn't lonely because I was young. Now that I'm a man, the charm is gone." "How long have you lived here?" asked Arkady. "For about two years in a row, and then it just came and went. Our family lived in exile, moving around in various cities."

"Was this house built earlier?" "It was built a long time ago, it was built by my grandfather." "He, your grandfather, who is he?" "Who knows? Probably a lieutenant colonel. He served in Suvorov's army, so he's always talking about crossing the Alps. Maybe he's bragging." "Oh, no wonder there's a portrait of Suvorov in the living room. I rather like the little house you live in. It's old and warm, with a strange air." "It smells like magic lamp oil and sweet-scented osmanthus," Bazarov said, yawning. "As for the flies in this lovely little house... Pooh!" "Please tell me," asked Arkady, after a moment's silence, "were you disciplined very severely when you were a child?" "What are my parents like? Haven't you seen them all? They are kind people." "Do you love them, Yevgeny?" "Love, Arkady!" "They love you so much!" Bazarov was silent. "Do you know what I'm thinking?" he broke the silence with his hands behind his head. "I don't know, what are you thinking?" "I was thinking, my parents are living comfortably! My father is over 60 years old, a lot of age, but he is still talking about 'placebo', he is still treating diseases, and he pays attention to tolerance and kindness when interacting with farmers. Talk, feel at ease. My mother is also good: she is busy eating all day long, and she can't think of anything else at all. But I..." "What's wrong with you?" "I thought, lying beside this haystack . In eternity is very small, I can't reach eternity, there is no self in eternity. But in this immensity, at this mathematical point, my blood is circulating, my mind is working, but I have something to hope for... oh , Where did you think! Where did Hu go!" "Permit me to point out to you that what you say applies equally to everyone..." "You're right," Bazarov continued, "I meant to say about my parents, who spent their days doing nothing without knowing their own insignificance, and their inaction did not make them feel bad... But I . . . I just feel lonely and resentful." "Hate? Why hate?" "Why? Do you still have to ask why? Have you forgotten?" "I remember everything, but I still don't think you have reason to hate. You don't like it, I agree, but..." "Oh, you, Arkady Nikolaitch, look at love like a fashionable young man, cluck, cluck, cluck a little hen, and run away when it comes near. I'm different But, come on, don't talk about that, since it doesn't help the matter, it's unnecessary." He rolled over and changed to sleep on his side. "Well, a heroic ant is dragging a half-dead fly. Drag it away, little brother! Never mind that guy's resistance to death, you should use your right as an animal to deny any mercy, don't be like us You spoil your own people!" "Don't say that, Yevgeny. When did you spoil yourself?" Bazarov raised his head: "This is the only thing I can be proud of. I neither ruined myself nor let a woman ruin me. Amen! Of course, I will never mention this matter again in the future." The two friends lay still for a while. "That's right," Bazarov said again, "man, it's strange to say that if you look at the closed life of our 'parents' from a distance, from the side, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it: he eats, He drinks, his behavior is correct and reasonable, but I don't, I just feel bored, I want to deal with others, even quarrel, just want to deal with." "One should arrange life properly so that every moment of life is meaningful," Arkady said thoughtfully. "Well said! Even if this meaning of life is false, but it is sweet, and at this moment he is willing to agree with even meaningless things... But ah, meaningless quarrels, trivial gossip... are called It's unbearable." "Vain gossip doesn't exist for those who dismiss it." "Well... you're just saying a cliché in a way that contradicts the purpose." "What? What do you call that?" "That's the thing: for example, the saying that opening a book is beneficial is a cliché. If it is said that it is not beneficial, it is just the opposite. It sounds fresh, but it is actually a cliché." "Then where is the truth?" "Where? My answer is your question: where?" "You're feeling a little gloomy today, Yevgeny." "Really? Maybe it's because of the sun, maybe it's because I ate too many marlins. "In that case it would be better to sleep with him," said Arkady. "Sleep, just sleep, but don't look at me. People who sleep have ugly faces." "Don't you care what other people think?" "I don't know what to say to you. A real man doesn't care what other people say. There's nothing to talk about a real man, either submit to him or hate him." "Strange! I don't hate anyone," replied Arkady, after a moment's reflection. "But I hate a lot of people. You are weak and lack perseverance, how can you hate me!... You are so timid that you have little hope for yourself..." "And you?" interrupted Arkady, "you hope for yourself? You think highly of yourself?" "I'll change my opinion of myself when I meet someone who doesn't submit to me," he said, "Hate! To give an example, today you walked past the white, The beautiful hut said that if the last peasant in Russia could live in such a hut, then Russia would be perfect, and each of us should contribute to its realization... But I hate people like Philip or The last farmer like Sidor. Why do I have to work hard for him, and he doesn't even say thank you?... Even if I say thank you, how much is it worth? He lives in a beautiful hut for nothing, and I will die into the wood; what will happen in the future?" "That's enough, Yevgeny... Some people accused us of lacking standards. After hearing what you said today, I couldn't help but agree with them." "You talk like your uncle. There are no rules in general, have you not guessed it until now? There are only feelings, and everything depends on them." "how could this be?" "That's the way it is. Like me, I'm negative about the rules, I think the feeling is the most important thing. I like the negative, my mind is structured according to this, it's over. Why do I like chemistry and you like apples? It's also about feeling. Everything is like this, it is impossible for people to know something deeper than feeling. This is not something that anyone is willing to tell you, even me, I will not mention it to you next time." "How is it possible? Even honesty is a feeling?" "certainly!" "Evgeny! . . . " Arkady began sadly to go on. "Ah? What's the matter? It's not to your taste?" Bazarov interrupted him. "No, brother, don't pity yourself if you're going to throw everything away! . . . But we've talked enough about philosophy, Pushkin said:' Nature sends the silence of dreams.'” "He never sang such a poem," said Arkady. "Haven't chanted it, but as a poet he could and should have chanted it. By the way: he served in the army." "Pushkin was never a soldier." "Why not? On every page he writes: 'Fight, fight! For the honor of Russia!'" "Where did you come up with that nonsense? What a slander!" "Slander? What's the big deal! You use this word to frighten people. No amount of slander is too much for a person, but in reality a person is ten or twenty times worse than what is said to slander him." "We'd better go to sleep!" said Arkady with regret. "I wholeheartedly agree," Bazarov replied. But neither of them could sleep, some hostility gnawed at the hearts of the two young men.After five minutes, they opened their eyes at the same time, looking at each other silently. "Look," said Arkady suddenly, "isn't it strange that a withered maple leaf breaks off its branch and falls to the ground, fluttering like a butterfly? The sorrow of death is like the joy of life. " "Oh, Arkady Nikolaitch, my friend," said Bazarov, "I ask you one thing: don't use those beautiful words." "I said what I can say...you are too authoritarian! I have this idea in my head, why can't I say it?" "Can you say, why can't I say what I think? I think beautiful words are out of place." "What's appropriate? Abusive words?" "Well, I think you look like your uncle. That idiot would be glad to hear that from you." "What do you call Pavel Petrovich?" "I called him an idiot, as I should have called him." "This, with all due respect, is embarrassing!" exclaimed Arkady. "Oh, the family affection is at work," Bazarov said calmly. "I've long since discovered that family affection runs deep in people, and he can give up any prejudices, but, for example, it is difficult for him to say that his brother was a thief when he took a handkerchief from someone else's handkerchief. , my brother, mine - I'm not an extraordinary person, can you say it?" "I do it purely out of a sense of justice, not any familial feeling," Arkady protested. "Since you don't understand such feelings and don't have such feelings, you can't make unreasonable comments." "In other words, Arkady Kirsanov is too advanced for me to understand, and I ought to bow my head and keep my mouth shut." "That's enough, Yevgeny, go on and we'll quarrel." "Ah, Arkady, if you please. Let's have a good quarrel, at least once, without any hesitation." "It's so noisy, in the end it's not..." "It's necessary to fight?" Bazarov interjected. "What's wrong with that? Here, on the grass, in the idyllic atmosphere, away from the world, away from people's eyes, it's okay to fight, just You can't beat me, I can grab your neck in one fell swoop..." Bazarov's strong, strong fingers... Arkady turned around as if joking, ready to resist... The man's ferocious face, the grin on the corner of his mouth was not a joke, and the aggressive gaze, he couldn't help but feel fear... At that very moment Vasily Ivanitch's voice came: "Oh, you are here!" Immediately the old military doctor appeared in front of the two young men, wearing a home-woven linen shirt and a straw hat made by himself. "I'm looking for it, I'm looking for it... But, you did choose a good place to lie on the 'earth' and look up at the 'sky', enjoying yourself... It's very meaningful." "I only look at the sky when I sneeze," said Bazarov, and then whispered to Arkady: "Unfortunately, he's in our way." "That's enough," answered Arkady in the same low voice, shaking his friend's hand. "No friendship can stand such a conflict." "I look at you, my young friends," said Vasily Ivanitch, shaking his head, resting in both hands a fine, self-made cane with a Turk's head, "and cannot help admiring: what strength you have, how powerful you are! Vigorous youth and talents! It's just... Castor and Pollux!" -------- ①Castor and Pollux, also known as the Deouguli brothers below, are found in Greek mythology.They are a pair of twins, brotherly love. "Look, you've also used mythology," said Bazarov. "You don't seem to have forgotten your Latin. I remember you wrote a composition in Latin, for which you won a silver medal, didn't you? " "Brother D'ogoly, brother Dogoly!" repeated Vassily Ivanitch. "But enough has been said about it, father, don't be so sentimental!" "It's not too rare," replied the old man, "but I'm not looking for you as a compliment, but because, first, I told you that lunch is coming soon; second, I want to tell you in advance, Yevgeny ... You are a wise man, you are understanding, and you understand women, so you should forgive ... Your mother saw you came back, and decided to give a thanksgiving mass. Don't think I came to ask you to attend the mass, no, the mass It's over. But Father Alexey..." "Priest?" "Yes, a priest. He's going to... lunch... I wasn't invited, as I expected... But that's it... He didn't understand me... Besides, Alina Frasi Yevna, she... he can be considered a good person here, well educated and reasonable." "He won't eat my share, will he?" asked Bazarov. Vasily Ivanitch laughed. "How can it be!" "Well, I have nothing else to say, and I'll dine with anyone." Vasily Ivanitch straightened his straw hat. "I believed it beforehand," he said, "you disregard any prejudice. As far as I am concerned, I have lived to be sixty-two years old, I have become an old man, and I have not believed in evil (Vassily Ivanitch dare not admitting that celebrating Mass is what he wishes to do). Father Alexey wants to get to know you. I'm sure you'll like this man... He's not against playing cards, and even... we're just talking... suck A few cigarettes." "So what? Let's have a game with him after dinner, and I'll definitely beat him." "Hee-hee, just wait and see! I don't know who will win!" "What's the matter, you want to show your housekeeping skills?" Bazarov said the four words housekeeping skills very clearly. A faint blush came over Vasily Ivanitch's dark cheeks. "Aren't you ashamed to say that, Yevgeny? ... Don't mention the past. Yes, I admit, I had such a hobby when I was young, but I paid the price for it. Look how hot it is!Let me sit with you for a while, okay? " "Not at all," answered Arkady. Vasily Ivanitch sat down on the grass, panting. "Gentlemen," he began again, "your box reminds me of the erratic military life. Our dressing-houses are often set up next to the haystacks, and sometimes we can't even find such a good place," said Here he sighed. "I have had a hard life, and if you will allow me to tell you an interesting story about the plague epidemic in Bessarabia." "You got the Order of Vladimir for that?" Bazarov interjected. "Yes, yes . . . By the way: why don't you wear it?" "I have already said that I am not superstitious," answered Vasily Ivanitch (who had ordered the red sash from his coat to be removed on the eve of his arrival), and went on to tell an interesting incident during the plague epidemic. "Oh, Yevgeny is asleep," he whispered, and winked kindly at Arkady. "Evgeny, get up!" he raised his voice, "go to lunch..." Father Alexei was tall and strong, with thick hair combed smoothly, and an embroidered belt tied around the waist of his priest's gown, he was very smart.As if anticipating that Arkady and Bazarov did not need his blessing, he first shook hands with them and greeted them. On the whole, he behaved without restraint, without lowering his dignity or He provoked trouble; he laughed a little at the Latin proficiency in the seminary, but he defended the bishop vigorously; he declined when pouring the third glass after two glasses of wine; he accepted the cigar offered by Arkady, but did not smoke it. , Said to take it home.There is only one thing that makes people feel slightly unpleasant: catching flies with your hands.He reached out and, stealthily and cautiously, flicked the fly off his face, and sometimes he caught it.He implied that he might as well play cards, and he won two rubles and forty kopecks from Bazarov—how many rubles in silver no one in the Arina Vlasyevna family could figure out. . . . . . . and Alina Vlasyevna sat beside her son as usual (she never played cards), kept her face in her fists, and stood up only to order something delicious.She was afraid of revealing her beloved son's affection, for Bazarov did not encourage it, and Vasily Ivanitch repeatedly urged her not to "disturb." "Young people don't like mother-in-laws," he explained.There was no way to describe the richness of the food that day. Timofeich himself rode his horse to the morning market and bought the best beef from Cherkas, while the steward went in the other direction to buy burbot, sea bass and lobster. For the mushroom alone, the village girl was paid forty-two copper kopecks.At this moment Arina Vlasyevna was looking intently at Bazarov, expressing not only love and tenderness, but also sentimentality, curiosity, and fear, and implicit reproach. But Bazarov didn't care to analyze his mother's eyes, and rarely talked to her, even if he did, it was only a few simple words.Once he begged her to give him a handshake for "good luck."She silently put her soft little hand into his rough big palm. "How?" she asked after a moment, "Does it work?" "It's even worse," he said, with a casual smile. "The cards he played were too risky," Father Alexey stroked his beautiful beard in regret. "That's the Napoleonic way, Father, the Napoleon way," Vasily Ivanitch said with an ace. "That's sending him to St. Helena," said Father Alexey, trumpeting Ace. "Would you like some gooseberry juice, dear Yevgeny?" asked Arina Vlasyevna. Bazarov just shrugged. "No!" he said to Arkady the next day. "To-morrow I have to go. I'm so bored. I want to work, but I can't work here. Go to your house, where my specimens are still there." Well. You can at least close the door and not be disturbed, but here, my father said, 'The study is yours to use, and no one will interfere'. In fact, he followed me every step of the way. I can't bear it, my mother is the same, always sighing in the next room, go and see her, there is nothing to say." "She will feel very badly," said Arkady, "and your father too." "I will come back to visit in the future." "when?" "Before returning to Petersburg." "I especially sympathize with your mother." "Why? Because did you eat marlin fruit?" Arkady lowered his eyes. "You don't know enough about your mother, Yevgeny. She is not only a wonderful woman, but she is also very intelligent, and she talked to me for half an hour this morning. It was very practical and interesting." "Must be me?" "It's not just about you." "As a bystander, you may see better. A woman who can talk to you for half an hour is a good sign. However, I will go." "It's hard to tell them we're leaving. They thought we'd be here for two weeks." "It wasn't easy. Father got pissed off this morning by some sort of trick. Two days ago he ordered one of his tenant farmers to be flogged. Yes, yes, well and rightly,--don't you be so frightened." Look at me!—because that man is a thief and a drunk. However, my father never expected that I found out about this, and I was very embarrassed, and now I am making him worse... But it doesn't matter, he will gradually get over it later angry." Bazarov said, "It doesn't matter," he hesitated all day and did not dare to actually tell Vasily Ivanitch, but at night, when he was saying good night in his study, he yawned, Say: "Yes... I almost forgot to tell you... Please order our horses to be harnessed to Fedot." Vassily Ivanitch was suddenly taken aback. "Is Mr. Kirsanov going away?" "Yes, I will go with him." Vasily Ivanitch turned around. "you are leaving?" "Yes, we must go. Please give orders to send horses." "Okay..." The old man said tremblingly, "Go to the car... Okay... But... But... What's going on here?" "I have to go to his house for a period and come back." "Yes . . . for a while . . . well," Vasily Ivanitch blew his nose with his handkerchief, and let his waist almost reach the ground, "send the horse? . . . everything will be all right. I thought you could Stay longer at home. Three days... three years of separation, too little, too little, Yevgeny!" "I have already said, I will be back soon, I have something to do." "There is something... how can you not go? The mission is the most important... so tell me to send the horse? Okay. Of course, Arina Wan and I didn't expect it. She also asked the female neighbor for flowers to decorate your room. " Vasily Ivanitch didn't mention that every day at dawn, he would discuss business with Timofeyitch with his bare feet and slippers, and with trembling fingers, count the tattered banknotes and entrust him to buy various items. Especially food and red wine, because he noticed that young people like this red wine very much. "The main thing is...freedom. This is my principle...you can't force it...you can't..." He stopped talking suddenly and walked towards the door. "We'll meet soon, Father, really." But Vasily Ivanitch did not look back, and with a wave of his hand went out of the room.When he returned to the bedroom, he found that his wife had already fallen asleep. He prayed in a low voice so as not to wake her up. The wife was still awakened with a start, and she asked: "Vassily Ivanitch, is that you?" "It's me, mother." "From Yevgeny? I was worried about his comfort on the sofa, and I told Anfiushka to send you your marching mattress and new pillows. I was going to send him to us. duvet, but I remembered he didn't like a quilt that was too soft." "It's all right, mother, don't worry, he slept well. Lord, please forgive us sinners!" Vasily Ivanitch felt sorry for his wife and didn't want to tell her the pain he was facing at the time, so he continued his prayer. After a night, Bazarov and Arkady left.Early in the morning, the whole family was shrouded in depression.The plate in Anfisushka's hand fell to the floor; Fichka forgot to put on his boots; Vasily Ivanitch, contrary to his usual habit, was busy doing nothing, and, as a show of courage, he spoke loudly and stomped on his feet. feet, but the face was obviously thin and deflated, and her eyes wandered around her son's body in a trance; , to be at a loss. When Bazarov repeatedly promised to come back within a month, struggled out of his embrace, and got into the carriage, when the horses started, the bell rang, the wheels began to roll, when the dust that was raised died down again, Timofey Qi stomped back to his room, and when only the old couple were left, and they suddenly became stooped and old, Vasily Ivan, who had been waving his handkerchief on the steps not long ago, Nicky slumped into a chair with his head on his chest. "Abandoned, abandoned us!" he moaned in despair, "Abandoned us and gone. Feeling lonely and bored with us. It's just us lonely old man now Already!" He held up an index finger as he spoke.Arina Vlasyevna came up to him at this moment, and the White Prime Minister agreed: "What can you do, Vasily! The son is a cut from his body. He is like an eagle, and he flies when he is happy, when he is happy." Just fly away. But we are two fungus in the tree hole, we can’t move when we grow together, I will stay with you, and you will stay with me.” Vasily Ivanitch put his hands from his face and embraced his wife, his companion, whom he had never embraced so tightly even in his youth, who soothed his grief.