1 Please don't be uneasy on Bazarov's account.
2 Bazarov especially said nothing, but he ate a great deal.
3 Bazarov went away, and a sense of great happiness came over Arkady.
4 The next morning Bazarov woke up earlier than any one and went out of the house.
5 Both he and Bazarov were soon asleep, but others in the house were awake long after.
6 'Stay, I'm coming with you,' cried Bazarov, pulling himself up suddenly from the sofa.
7 Bazarov's thin lips moved just perceptibly, though he made no reply, but merely took off his cap.
8 'A meal would not come amiss, certainly,' observed Bazarov, stretching, and he dropped on to a sofa.
9 Daddy,' he said, 'let me introduce you to my great friend, Bazarov, about whom I have so often written to you.
10 'Your uncle's a queer fish,' Bazarov said to Arkady, as he sat in his dressing-gown by his bedside, smoking a short pipe.
11 It's something astonishing,' pursued Bazarov, 'these old idealists, they develop their nervous systems till they break down.
12 'Yevgeny Vassilyev,' answered Bazarov, in a lazy but manly voice; and turning back the collar of his rough coat, he showed Nikolai Petrovitch his whole face.
13 Nikolai Petrovitch stopped, while Arkady, who had begun listening to him with some surprise, though with sympathy too, made haste to pull a silver matchbox out of his pocket, and sent it to Bazarov by Piotr.
14 Nikolai Petrovitch presented him to Bazarov; Pavel Petrovitch greeted him with a slight inclination of his supple figure, and a slight smile, but he did not give him his hand, and even put it back into his pocket.
15 Nikolai Petrovitch with his son and Bazarov walked through a dark and almost empty hall, from behind the door of which they caught a glimpse of a young woman's face, into a drawing-room furnished in the most modern style.
16 In a few minutes the horses were harnessed; the father and son were installed in the carriage; Piotr climbed up on to the box; Bazarov jumped into the coach, and nestled his head down into the leather cushion; and both the vehicles rolled away.
17 In a few minutes Bazarov had traversed all the little paths of the garden; he went into the cattle-yard and the stable, routed out two farm-boys, with whom he made friends at once, and set off with them to a small swamp about a mile from the house to look for frogs.
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