Eugène Onegin:
"How sad to me is your coming,
O spring, spring, season of love!"
Is it youth? No, it is not youth alone. Is it that there hovers about them less of the barin than hovers about ourselves? Possibly
Principally in natural science. But, to tell the truth, he knows practically everything, and is to become a doctor next year.
When Bazarov enters the house of Arkady's father, he is like Don Quixote entering the inn of his direst probation.
Don Quixote himself was, in his inimitable extravagance, a type of the eternal spirit of revolution.
Bazarov, he said once and again, was his favourite child
