Mai Luren produced a corporate reading excerpt from the famous book "Father and Son"

"What, Peter, is there still no shadow?" The man in his forties asked this question. Wearing no hat, wrapped in a dusty coat, and wearing a pair of checkered trousers, he came out of the carriage shop by ×× Avenue on may 20, 1859, stood on the low steps at the door, and asked his servants. The servant was a young man, with a large face, light fur just growing on his chin, and a pair of cloudy eyes. Everything about the servant, including the jade ring on the root of his ear, the color of his oiled hair, and his respectful appearance, shows that he belonged to a generation educated in the new law. Following his master's wishes, he glanced at the avenue and reported, "Yes, there is no shadow yet." ”

"Didn't see the shadow?" The old man asked again.

"I haven't seen it," replied the servant.

The old man sighed and sat down on the exposed chair. While he sat with his legs folded, looking around, and meditating, let me introduce the reader.

His surname was Kirsanov, and his father's name was Nikolai Petrovich. Fifteen versts from this carriage shop (1) he had a very good manor with two hundred serfs, or, as he said, since subleasing the land to the peasants, he had run a "farm" of two thousand acres. His father was a general who had fought in the War of 1812 (2), a rough writer, a kind of Rude but not vicious Russian, who spent his life in command of a brigade, then a division, stationed in a foreign province, and because of his rank, he had a little reputation in the garrison. Born in southern Russia, Nikolai Petrovich, like his brother Pavel (as will be mentioned below), was educated at home until the age of fourteen, surrounded by mediocre governesses, a well-behaved but well-mannered aide-de-camp and a subordinate of the regimental headquarters. His mother's maiden name was Koliazin and her maiden name was Agathe (3), and after becoming the general's wife, she was known as Agafoklia Kuzminishna Kilsanova. This "official wife" wears a gorgeous little hat, wears a ringing brocade, is always the first to rush forward to kiss the cross when she is doing Mass in the church, speaks loudly and endlessly, lets the child kiss her hand in the morning, and bids farewell to the child before going to bed. Although Nikola Petrovich is the son of a general, he not only lacks the tiger spirit he deserves, but also has a "coward" nickname. He was supposed to join the army like his brother Pavel, but on the day of his appointment he fell and broke his leg, thus lying on the bed for two months, becoming a "lame". When his father saw that there was no hope, he asked him to change his career. At the age of eighteen, he was sent to Petersburg for university. It so happened that his brother had become an officer in the Guards at this time, so the young brothers shared a house and lived under the care of their cousin, Ilya Kolyazin, a dignitary at the time. Father settled them down and returned to his division and his wife, and it was rare for them to write letters, and even if they were, the four-open gray newspaper was also a ghostwriter font, and only at the end of the letter was he signed "Major General Piod Kilsanov" and added "cranberry pen" around the signing. In 1835 Nikolai Petrovich graduated from the university as a bachelor, and in the same year General Kirsanov was dismissed for his poor results in the review of his ranks, so he came to live in Petersburg with his wife. He had intended to rent a house near Tavryski's Garden and join the English Club (4), but suddenly suffered a stroke and died. Agafoklia Kuzminishna, who could bear the lonely and closed-door life of a lonely and closed-door guest in the capital, died soon after. When nikolai Petrovich was alive, he went against his parents' wishes and fell in love with his landlord, the daughter of the civil servant Prepolovinsky. This is a beautiful lady who is called "open-minded" and often reads serious articles in the "science column" of the magazine. As soon as he was full of mourning, he married Maria, gave up the official position of imperial property department that his father had obtained for him, and lived a happy life. They first lived in a villa near the College of Forestry, then moved to the city and rented a small and comfortable house with clean stairs and a cool living room. The last two moved to the countryside and have lived in the countryside ever since. There, their son Arkady was born. The couple lived a warm and quiet life, playing the piano and singing together. The hostess grows flowers and feeds birds, the hostess engages in farming or hunting, and Alkaj grows up in a warm and tranquil atmosphere. Ten years passed in a flash, and in 1847 Kirsanov's wife died, and he could not bear such a blow, and he added a lot of gray hair in a few weeks, so he planned to go abroad - even if it was a good idea! ...... But what followed was 1848 (5), so what can be done? I had to return to my country house. For a long time, he was idle, bored, and cared about agriculture. For five or five years, he took his son to school, and for three consecutive winters he spent three consecutive winters in Petersburg with him without going anywhere, and was as close as possible to Arkadi's young classmates. He didn't make it in the winter, so we didn't meet him until May 1859, and he was waiting for his son, who had received the same bachelor's degree as him, to return. At that time, his body was already blessed, his hair was already frosted white, and his waist was a little rickety.

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(1) One verst is equal to one kilometre.

(2) Refers to the war in which Napoleon invaded Russia and burned Moscow.

(3) French: Agat.

(4) This is a club that only the rich, hereditary landlords, and big bureaucrats can join.

(5) The February and June Revolutions took place in France in 1848. Tsar Nicholas I of Russia, out of fear, took various precautions, one of which was to prohibit the departure of nationals.

The servant, perhaps out of courtesy or unwilling to make an eye out of the old man, went into the doorway and smoked his pipe. Nikolai Petrovich hung his head, looking at the dilapidated steps. On the steps, a swollen spotted chick paced back and forth with its tender yellow paws, while on the handrail of the steps, a dirty cat curled up was staring at it. The sun was shining. The smell of freshly baked oatmeal bread wafted from the semi-dark aisles of the carriage shop. Our Nikolai Petrovich thought to himself, "Son... bachelor...... Arkady "repeatedly swirled around in his head. He tried to think of something else, but the feeling of longing lingered. He couldn't help but remember his dead wife..." Unfortunately, he couldn't wait for this day!" He said to himself sadly... A fat gray pigeon flew onto the avenue and hurried to the pond next to the well to drink water. Just as Nikola Petrovich turned his eyes to look at it, he heard the sound of approaching wheels in his ears...

The servant went out of the door and reported to the old master, "It must be the young master who has come." ”

Nikolai Petrovich immediately stood up and looked toward the avenue. On the avenue appeared a four-wheeled carriage of three stagecoaches, and at the window of the carriage one could see the collar of the university student's hat and the familiar face of his dear son... "Alcati!" Arcati! Kirsanov shouted, danced his hands, and hurried forward... In no time his lips were pressed against the dusty, tanned young bachelor's cheeks.

"Let me pat myself on the dust first, Dad..." Arkady said happily as he hugged his father back. Because of the fatigue of the journey, the voice was a little hoarse, but it was still as loud as a young man's speech. "It's all right," Replied Nikola Petrovich with a kind smile, and dusted his son's uniform jacket and his own coat with his hand. "Let me take a good look, take a good look," he said, moving to the side and looking at his son, and walked quickly toward the carriage shop, urging: "Lead the horse here, lead the horse here, quick!" ”

It seemed that Nikolai Petrovich was more agitated than his son, and he was overwhelmed like a panicked god. Al qadhi was busy stopping him:

"Father, let me introduce you to my good friend Bazarov, the one who is often mentioned in his letters. He actually appreciated the light and agreed to come to our house as a guest. ”

Nikolai Petrovich hurriedly turned around, approached the tall guest who had just come down from the carriage and was wearing a wide robe with tassels, and held the other's long- outstretched, sunburned hand and said:

"I am sincerely pleased and grateful for your presence, and I hope... Dare to ask your daimyo and paternal name? ......”

"Yevgeny Vasilyich," Bazarov replied unhurriedly, looking natural, and then rolled down the collar of his coat to show Nikola Petrovich his entire face. It was a long thin face, a broad forehead, a flat nose, a pair of large green eyes, a pale brown beard and a serene smile that showed his confidence and wisdom.

"Dear Yevgeny Vasilyich, I hope that I will not feel lonely in the humble house," continued Nikolai Petrovich.

Bazarov lifted his hat, while his lips moved only once, without answering. He had thick dark yellow hair, but he couldn't hide his bulging round forehead.

"So, Arkady," Nikola Petrovich asked his son, "shall we order the carriage now, or shall we let you rest for a while?" ”

"Go home and rest, dear dad, and tell me to set up the car."

"This is going to be done, this is going to be done," the father said hastily. "Hey, Peter, did you hear me?" Go arrange it, hurry, brother. ”

The servant who had been educated in the new law did not go forward to kiss the young master's hand, but only bowed from a distance and disappeared into the gate.

"There are my light carriages here, but three horses have been prepared for your four-wheeled carriage," Nikolai explained in detail. At that time, Arkadi was drinking water from the iron pot brought by the lady of the carriage shop, and Bazarov lit his pipe and walked to the unloaded coachman. "But there are only two seats on the light carriage, and I don't know how to arrange your friends."

"Let him ride in a four-wheeled carriage," Arkadi interrupted him in a low voice.

"You don't have to be polite with him. He was a wonderful man, very simple, and you will know it in the future. ”

Nikolai Petrovich's chauffeur led the horse.

"Hey, big beard, turn this way!" Bazarov said to the driver.

Hear me, Michoha, said the other driver who had his hand in the back of his sheepskin coat, how did the old man call you? No, you're such a big beard. ”

Michyuha only waved his hat as a gift, and then took the horse's chew from the mouth of the sweaty horse.

"Hurry up, hurry up, man, do me a favor," Nikola Petrovich said in a loud voice, "you can't help but drink!" ”

In a few minutes, the carriage was set up, the father and son got into the wagon, Peter climbed onto the platform frame, Bazarov had just gotten on the quad, rested his head comfortably on the leather pillow, and the two carriages rutted away.

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