1 Pavel Petrovitch sat down to the table.
2 'So he's going to cut them up,' observed Pavel Petrovitch.
3 Pavel Petrovitch drummed with his finger tips on the table.
4 Pavel Petrovitch sipped his cocoa; suddenly he raised his head.
5 Pavel Petrovitch began deliberately spreading butter on his bread.
6 Pavel Petrovitch knitted his brows severely, while Nikolai Petrovitch looked embarrassed.
7 'Say, "who respects nothing,"' put in Pavel Petrovitch, and he set to work on the butter again.
8 Nikolai Petrovitch was born in the south of Russia like his elder brother, Pavel, of whom more hereafter.
9 Pavel Petrovitch was not undressed, only some red Chinese slippers had replaced the kid shoes on his feet.
10 The word Teutons instead of Germans, Pavel Petrovitch had used with ironical intention; none noticed it however.
11 'That's very praiseworthy self-abnegation,' Pavel Petrovitch declared, drawing himself up, and throwing his head back.
12 After her there came out of the house a young lad, very like Piotr, dressed in a coat of grey livery, with white armorial buttons, the servant of Pavel Petrovitch Kirsanov.
13 She carried a large cup of cocoa, and setting it down before Pavel Petrovitch, she was overwhelmed with confusion: the hot blood rushed in a wave of crimson over the delicate skin of her pretty face.
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 Pavel Petrovitch himself felt that his epigram was unsuccessful, and began to talk about husbandry and the new bailiff, who had come to him the evening before to complain that a labourer, Foma, 'was deboshed,' and quite unmanageable.
16 Pavel Petrovitch took out of his trouser pocket his exquisite hand with its long tapering pink nails, a hand which seemed still more exquisite from the snowy whiteness of the cuff, buttoned with a single, big opal, and gave it to his nephew.
17 'Yes, I must wash,' answered Arkady, and was just moving towards the door, but at that instant there came into the drawing-room a man of medium height, dressed in a dark English suit, a fashionable low cravat, and kid shoes, Pavel Petrovitch Kirsanov.
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