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Fathers and ChildrenBy Ivan Turgenev ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XXIII
2 But do you remember; you assured me a book cannot take the place of.
Fathers and ChildrenBy Ivan Turgenev ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XVII
3 Instead of attacking them, you'd better read Michelet's book, De l'amour.
Fathers and ChildrenBy Ivan Turgenev ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XIII
4 He found Arkady at the writing-table with a book in his hands, his coat buttoned up to the throat.
Fathers and ChildrenBy Ivan Turgenev ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XVII
5 Pavel Petrovitch again turned the book over in his hands, and glanced from under his brows at his brother.
Fathers and ChildrenBy Ivan Turgenev ContextHighlight In CHAPTER X
6 Pavel Petrovitch took up from the chest of drawers a greasy book, an odd volume of Masalsky's Musketeer, and turned over a few pages.
Fathers and ChildrenBy Ivan Turgenev ContextHighlight In CHAPTER VIII
7 Fenitchka, who had set to work to spell out in a low voice the article on 'Creosote' she had chanced upon, laughed and threw down the book.
Fathers and ChildrenBy Ivan Turgenev ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XXIII
8 It turned out that Madame Odintsov had not wasted her time in solitude; she had read a good many excellent books, and spoke herself in excellent Russian.
Fathers and ChildrenBy Ivan Turgenev ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XV
9 In vain, then, had he spent whole days sometimes in the winter at Petersburg over the newest books; in vain had he listened to the talk of the young men; in vain had he rejoiced when he succeeded in putting in his word too in their heated discussions.
Fathers and ChildrenBy Ivan Turgenev ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XI
10 Both Arkady and Katya were silent; he was holding a half-open book in his hands, while she was picking out of a basket the few crumbs of bread left in it, and throwing them to a small family of sparrows, who with the frightened impudence peculiar to them were hopping and chirping at her very feet.
Fathers and ChildrenBy Ivan Turgenev ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XXV