Fathers and sons Author:Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: and swarthy, in a brown tailed coat with brass buttons and a pink handkerchief, entered the room. He grinned, went up to kiss Arcady's hand and, having bowed to ... more »the guest, retreated to the door and put his hands behind his back. 'Here he is, Prokofyich,' Nicholas Petrovich began. 'He has arrived at last.... Well? How do you find him?' 'Looking his best,' the old servitor replied, grinning once again. Then knitting his thick brows, he inquired significantly: 'Do you wish me to lay the table, sir?' 'Yes, yes, please. But, Eugene Vassilich, wouldn't you like to retire to your room first?' 'No thank you, I have no need. But will you be so good as to have my luggage taken there, and this little garment too?' he added, pulling off his travelling coat. 'Certainly. Prokofyich, will you see to the gentleman's coat?' With a look of slight perplexity on his face, Prokofyich picked up Bazarov's 'little garment' and, holding it with both hands high above his head, tiptoed out of the room. 'Now what about you, Arcady? Do you wish to retire for a moment?' ClYes, I must tidy myself,' Arcady replied. He was about to direct his steps to the door when, at that instant, in came a man of medium height, dressed in an English suit of dark material, a fashionable cravat, and patent-leather shoes. It was Paul Petrovich Kirsanov. His appearance suggested that he might be forty-five: his grey, close-trimmed hair shone dark as silver; his bilious, unwrinkled face, whose lines were unusually symmetrical and clean-cut as though carved by a fine, light chisel, bore the traces of exceptional good looks: his black, glowing, almond-shaped eyes were particularly attractive. The whole mien of Arcady's uncle, elegant and well-bred in appearance, had preserved a youthful uprightness and a certain soa...« less