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Stepan
Arkadyevitch
had
not
chosen
his
political
opinions
or
his
views
;
these
political
opinions
and
views
had
come
to
him
of
themselves
,
just
as
he
did
not
choose
the
shapes
of
his
hat
and
coat
,
but
simply
took
those
that
were
being
worn
.
And
for
him
,
living
in
a
certain
society
—
owing
to
the
need
,
ordinarily
developed
at
years
of
discretion
,
for
some
degree
of
mental
activity
—
to
have
views
was
just
as
indispensable
as
to
have
a
hat
.
If
there
was
a
reason
for
his
preferring
liberal
to
conservative
views
,
which
were
held
also
by
many
of
his
circle
,
it
arose
not
from
his
considering
liberalism
more
rational
,
but
from
its
being
in
closer
accordance
with
his
manner
of
life
.
The
liberal
party
said
that
in
Russia
everything
is
wrong
,
and
certainly
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
had
many
debts
and
was
decidedly
short
of
money
.
The
liberal
party
said
that
marriage
is
an
institution
quite
out
of
date
,
and
that
it
needs
reconstruction
;
and
family
life
certainly
afforded
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
little
gratification
,
and
forced
him
into
lying
and
hypocrisy
,
which
was
so
repulsive
to
his
nature
.
The
liberal
party
said
,
or
rather
allowed
it
to
be
understood
,
that
religion
is
only
a
curb
to
keep
in
check
the
barbarous
classes
of
the
people
;
and
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
could
not
get
through
even
a
short
service
without
his
legs
aching
from
standing
up
,
and
could
never
make
out
what
was
the
object
of
all
the
terrible
and
high
-
flown
language
about
another
world
when
life
might
be
so
very
amusing
in
this
world
.
And
with
all
this
,
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
who
liked
a
joke
,
was
fond
of
puzzling
a
plain
man
by
saying
that
if
he
prided
himself
on
his
origin
,
he
ought
not
to
stop
at
Rurik
and
disown
the
first
founder
of
his
family
—
the
monkey
.
And
so
Liberalism
had
become
a
habit
of
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
’
s
,
and
he
liked
his
newspaper
,
as
he
did
his
cigar
after
dinner
,
for
the
slight
fog
it
diffused
in
his
brain
.
He
read
the
leading
article
,
in
which
it
was
maintained
that
it
was
quite
senseless
in
our
day
to
raise
an
outcry
that
radicalism
was
threatening
to
swallow
up
all
conservative
elements
,
and
that
the
government
ought
to
take
measures
to
crush
the
revolutionary
hydra
;
that
,
on
the
contrary
,
“
in
our
opinion
the
danger
lies
not
in
that
fantastic
revolutionary
hydra
,
but
in
the
obstinacy
of
traditionalism
clogging
progress
,
”
etc
.
,
etc
.
He
read
another
article
,
too
,
a
financial
one
,
which
alluded
to
Bentham
and
Mill
,
and
dropped
some
innuendoes
reflecting
on
the
ministry
.
With
his
characteristic
quickwittedness
he
caught
the
drift
of
each
innuendo
,
divined
whence
it
came
,
at
whom
and
on
what
ground
it
was
aimed
,
and
that
afforded
him
,
as
it
always
did
,
a
certain
satisfaction
.
But
today
that
satisfaction
was
embittered
by
Matrona
Philimonovna
’
s
advice
and
the
unsatisfactory
state
of
the
household
.
He
read
,
too
,
that
Count
Beist
was
rumored
to
have
left
for
Wiesbaden
,
and
that
one
need
have
no
more
gray
hair
,
and
of
the
sale
of
a
light
carriage
,
and
of
a
young
person
seeking
a
situation
;
but
these
items
of
information
did
not
give
him
,
as
usual
,
a
quiet
,
ironical
gratification
.
Having
finished
the
paper
,
a
second
cup
of
coffee
and
a
roll
and
butter
,
he
got
up
,
shaking
the
crumbs
of
the
roll
off
his
waistcoat
;
and
,
squaring
his
broad
chest
,
he
smiled
joyously
:
not
because
there
was
anything
particularly
agreeable
in
his
mind
—
the
joyous
smile
was
evoked
by
a
good
digestion
.
But
this
joyous
smile
at
once
recalled
everything
to
him
,
and
he
grew
thoughtful
.
Two
childish
voices
(
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
recognized
the
voices
of
Grisha
,
his
youngest
boy
,
and
Tanya
,
his
eldest
girl
)
were
heard
outside
the
door
.
They
were
carrying
something
,
and
dropped
it
.
“
I
told
you
not
to
sit
passengers
on
the
roof
,
”
said
the
little
girl
in
English
;
“
there
,
pick
them
up
!
”
“
Everything
’
s
in
confusion
,
”
thought
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
;
“
there
are
the
children
running
about
by
themselves
.
”
And
going
to
the
door
,
he
called
them
.
They
threw
down
the
box
,
that
represented
a
train
,
and
came
in
to
their
father
.
The
little
girl
,
her
father
’
s
favorite
,
ran
up
boldly
,
embraced
him
,
and
hung
laughingly
on
his
neck
,
enjoying
as
she
always
did
the
smell
of
scent
that
came
from
his
whiskers
.
At
last
the
little
girl
kissed
his
face
,
which
was
flushed
from
his
stooping
posture
and
beaming
with
tenderness
,
loosed
her
hands
,
and
was
about
to
run
away
again
;
but
her
father
held
her
back
.
“
How
is
mamma
?
”
he
asked
,
passing
his
hand
over
his
daughter
’
s
smooth
,
soft
little
neck
.
“
Good
morning
,
”
he
said
,
smiling
to
the
boy
,
who
had
come
up
to
greet
him
.
He
was
conscious
that
he
loved
the
boy
less
,
and
always
tried
to
be
fair
;
but
the
boy
felt
it
,
and
did
not
respond
with
a
smile
to
his
father
’
s
chilly
smile
.
