Why did Bazar get sick? "Trial by Death"

We chose Turgenev's novel "Fathers and Sons", and in it the scene of Bazarov's death.

In order to do this job, you need to define what an episode is. According to explanatory dictionary Russian language by S. I. Ozhegov and N. Yu. Shvedova, episode - "part literary work, possessing relative independence and completeness. "The scene of Bazarov's death fully meets this criterion. We will also refer to the corresponding article of the literary encyclopedic dictionary, who interprets the term "episode" as "a relatively independent unit of action" of the work, "fixing what happened in the easily visible boundaries of space and time."
Since this article divides the actions into work of art into "external" and "internal", then the proposed episode can be considered as an independent unit of internal action, when "the hero's mentality is more subject to change" than his behavior. In the selected episode, it develops and ends final stage storyline associated with the main character - the illness and death of Bazarov. The time frame of the selected episode is three days (the last stage of Bazarov's illness), the scene is Bazarov's room in his father's house. Thus, the passage we have chosen about the death of Bazarov is quite suitable for the analysis of the episode.

This episode begins with the words: "The doctor, the same county doctor who did not have a hellish stone, came and, having examined the patient, advised to adhere to the methods of waiting and immediately said a few words about the possibility of recovery," and ends with the words: "And that's enough! - he said and sank down on the pillow. - Now ... darkness ... ". We defined the boundaries of the episode in this way, because the text limited to these phrases is completely devoted to the fading of Bazarov: from the moment when he began to take possession of unconsciousness to last word spoken in the mind.

We chose several phrases that, in our opinion, reflect the deep feelings of the hero, his state of mind.

Bazarov "suddenly grabbed the leg of a heavy table that stood near the sofa, shook it and moved it from its place." Bazarov realizes his powerlessness before death, is indignant that in the prime of life and full physical strength, he is forced to resign himself to the inevitability and recognize a more powerful force that "denies" himself - death.

"I don't want to rave," he whispered, clenching his fists, "what nonsense!" Bazarov is still struggling, trying to resist the disease.

"He asked Arina Vlasyevna to comb his hair, kissed her hand ....." It is no coincidence that Bazarov shows uncharacteristic tenderness for his mother: inwardly he has already realized the inevitability of death and, in the face of eternal parting, does not want to hide his true feelings for his mother - love, respect.

When his father invites him to take communion, "...something strange crawled across his son's face, although he continued to lie with his eyes closed." This is "strange", as can be seen from the following phrases, consent to communion. He, who denied religion, has changed so much inwardly that he is ready to accept a religious rite.

"Farewell," he said with sudden force, and his eyes flashed with a last gleam.

The last flash of consciousness revealed the power of his love.

So we see how deep soul feelings and changes occur to the hero in the last moments of his life.

In the episode, the central figure is himself main character, Evgeny Bazarov, and although there are others characters novel (parents of Bazarov, Odintsov), they are only the background for the full disclosure of Bazarov's character. In the selected episode, the main character is revealed with a new, unexpected side. In it, he appears as a tragic figure, as Turgenev himself wrote: "The death of Bazarov (...) should, in my opinion, put the last line on his tragic figure."

In order to understand the meaning of this scene, it is important to remember what the image of Bazarov in the novel is. This is a strong, active, purposeful nature, and at first glance, nature is whole. He sees the meaning of his life in the destruction of the old foundations of society, in serving the new society. He denies all the basic foundations of the former society, both social and moral-philosophical, believing that denial is his main task, believing that he has enough strength to carry it out. But in the episode of death, the hero realizes that he is powerless, denial is impossible and meaningless: "Yes, go and try to deny death. It denies you, and that's it!" He thought he was the owner own life and fate, that he can make grandiose plans and strive for their implementation. But now he finds himself in a situation that at once crossed out all his confidence with a simple and indisputable fact: he fell ill and will inevitably die. "And I also thought: I'll break off a lot of things, I won't die, where! There is a task, because I'm a giant! And now the whole task of a giant is how to die decently, although no one cares about this ...." Not only that, his plans not destined to come true main principle life is nonsense, so he also understands how lonely he is and, perhaps, not needed by the new society for which he wanted to work. "Russia needs me... No, apparently, it is not needed. And who is needed? A shoemaker is needed, a tailor is needed, a butcher... he sells meat... a butcher... wait, I'm confused..." The internal split he feels is exposed: somewhere in the depths of his soul, Bazarov has doubts about the usefulness and expediency of his activities for the benefit of society. And immediately the revelations of Bazarov come to mind, which he shares with Arkady: "I hated this last peasant. Well, he will live in a white hut, and burdock will grow out of me (...)". It was to this inner tragedy of his hero, revealed in his dying insights, that Turgenev led the reader throughout the entire novel. The suffering of the nihilist and the destroyer is laid bare in the scene of his death. It is no coincidence that this trait of Bazarov's character was noticed by F.M. Dostoevsky, calling the hero of Turgenev "yearning Bazarov".

According to literary encyclopedia, climax - "moment highest voltage actions in the work, when the plot conflict, the goals of the characters, their inner qualities are especially clearly revealed. In the work large form, where several storylines are intertwined, two or more culminations are possible. "Of course, in the novel by I. S. Turgenev" Fathers and Sons "one can distinguish several climaxes. One of them is the duel scene ( story line relations between Bazarov and Pavel Petrovich). The other is the scene of Bazarov's explanation with Odintsova (the storyline of Bazarov's love for Odintsova).

However, in our opinion, in the novel, all these events, one after another, serve another purpose - to reveal the character of the protagonist Bazarov more and more vividly and versatile. And we believe that it is the episode of the death of the protagonist that fully reveals his contradictory nature, being thus the culmination of the development of the image of the protagonist.

The work was done by students of grade 10-1 Mikhail Ignatiev and Igor Khmelev.

The question of why Turgenev killed his hero of the novel "Fathers and Sons" - Yevgeny Bazarov, was of interest to many. Herzen said on this occasion that the author of the novel wanted to kill his hero with "lead", that is, with a bullet, but he killed him with typhus, because he did not accept much in him. Is it so? Maybe the reason lies much deeper? So why did Bazarov die?

Why Turgenev killed Bazarov

And the answer lies in life itself, in the political and social situation of that time. Opportunities in order to implement the aspirations of raznochintsy for democratic reforms, the social conditions of Russia in those years did not give. In addition, they remained cut off from the people they were drawn to and fought for. They were not able to carry out the titanic task that they set for themselves. They could fight, but they could not win. They were stamped with doom. It turns out that Eugene was doomed to death and defeat, to the fact that his deeds would not come true. Turgenev was sure that the Bazarovs had come, but their time had not yet come.

The death of the protagonist of "Fathers and Sons"

Answering the question of what Bazarov died from, we can say that the cause was blood poisoning. He injured his finger while opening up the corpse of a typhus patient he was treating. But most likely, the reasons lie much deeper. How did the hero accept his death, how did he treat it? How did Bazarov die?

At first, Bazarov tried to fight the disease by asking his father for a hellish stone. Realizing that he is dying, he ceases to cling to life and gives himself into the hands of death rather passively. It is clear to him that to comfort both himself and others with the hope of healing is a vain thing. Now the main thing is to die with dignity. And this means not to relax, not to whimper, not to give in to despair, not to panic and do everything to alleviate the suffering of old parents. Such concern for loved ones before death elevates Bazarov.

He himself has no fear of death, he is not afraid to part with life. During these hours, he is very courageous, which is confirmed by his words that he will not wag his tail anyway. But his resentment does not leave him because his heroic forces are perishing in vain. He demonstrates his power. Raising a chair by the leg, weakened and dying out, he says, “The power, the power is still here, but you have to die!”. He overcomes his semi-forgetfulness and at the same time speaks of his titanism.

The way Bazarov died looks random and ridiculous. He is young, he is a doctor and an anatomist. Therefore, his death looks symbolic. Medicine and natural sciences, which Bazarov hoped so much for, turn out to be insufficient for life. His philanthropy turned out to be misunderstood, because he dies just because of an ordinary peasant. His nihilism is also inexplicable, because now life denies him.

In the 60s of the XIX century, Russia was embraced by a new trend of "nihilists" and J.S. Turgenev studies its foundations, its directions with interest. He creates a wonderful novel "Fathers and Sons", the main character of which is an ardent representative of the nihilists.

Appears before readers. Throughout the novel, the author tries to reveal the features of his character, demeanor, habits and life principles.

Eugene was a hardworking person who studied natural sciences, devoted all his time to research. The hero is of the opinion that society needs only useful sciences, such as physics, mathematics or chemistry. They can be much more useful than ordinary poetry and poems.

Bazarov is blind in relation to the surrounding beauties of nature, he does not perceive art, does not believe in religion. According to the principles of the nihilists, he is trying to destroy everything that the ancestors left and handed over. In his opinion, it is necessary to clear the place in order to create something new. But, creation is no longer his concern.

The main character is extremely smart and witty. He is independent and independent. However, such life position quite dangerous, because it fundamentally contradicts the normal laws of human existence.

Deep changes take place in the soul of the hero after he falls in love with Anna Odintsova. Now Eugene understands what feelings are, what romance is. And most importantly, the emotions that have appeared are absolutely not subject to reason, they are difficult to manage. Everything that Eugene lived before is destroyed. All the life theories of the nihilists are dispelled. Bazarov does not know how to live on.

To put things in order in his thoughts, the hero leaves for parental home. And then misfortune befalls him. At the autopsy of a typhoid patient, Eugene becomes infected with a virus. Now, he will die! But, the desire to live in it flared up more and more. He understood that neither chemistry nor medicine would save him from death. And at such a moment, Bazarov thinks about the existence of a real God, who could miraculously correct the whole situation.

He asks his parents to pray for him. Right now, just before his death, Eugene understands the value of life. He looks differently at his parents, who were madly in love with their son. He rethinks his love for Anna. He calls Odintsova to him, goodbye and the woman fulfills the request of Eugene. It is in moments of communication with his beloved that Bazarov reveals true essence your soul. Only now he realizes that he lived his life completely senselessly, that he left nothing behind.

Turgenev's hero was endowed with intelligence, strength, and diligence. He was a good man who fell under the influence of nihilism. And what happened in the end? It was nihilism that killed all human impulses in his soul, destroyed all the bright dreams that a person can aspire to.

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The old Bazarovs were all the more delighted at the sudden arrival of their son, the less they expected him. Arina Vlasyevna was so alarmed and ran around the house that Vasily Ivanovich compared her to a "partridge": the short ponytail of her short blouse really gave her something birdlike. And he himself only mumbled and nibbled at the side of the amber of his chibouk, and, grabbing his neck with his fingers, turned his head, as if trying to see if it was well screwed on, and suddenly opened his wide mouth and laughed without any noise.

I came to you for six whole weeks, old man, ”Bazarov told him,“ I want to work, so please don’t bother me.

Forget my face, that's how I'll bother you! - answered Vasily Ivanovich.

He kept his promise. Having placed his son as before in the study, he just did not hide from him and kept his wife from any unnecessary explanations of tenderness. “We, my mother,” he told her, “on Enyushka’s first visit, he got a little bored: now you have to be smarter.” Arina Vlasyevna agreed with her husband, but gained little from this, because she saw her son only at the table and was completely afraid to speak to him. “Enyushenka!” she used to say, “and before he even has time to look back, she is already sorting through the laces of her reticule and babbling:“ Nothing, nothing, I’m like that, ”and then he will go to Vasily Ivanovich and say to him, propping his cheek:“ How, my dear, to find out: what does Enyusha want for dinner today, cabbage soup or borscht? “Why didn’t you ask him yourself?” - "And we'll get bored!" "However, Bazarov soon stopped locking himself up: the fever of work slipped from him and was replaced by dreary boredom and muffled anxiety. A strange weariness was noticeable in all his movements, even his gait, firm and swiftly bold, changed. He stopped walking alone and began to seek company; drank tea in the living room, wandered around the garden with Vasily Ivanovich and smoked with him "in silence"; once inquired about Father Alexei. Vasily Ivanovich was at first delighted at this change, but his joy was short-lived. "Enyusha crushes me," he complained quietly to his wife, "He's not just dissatisfied or angry, that would be nothing; he's upset, he's sad - that's what's terrible. Everything is silent, even if he scolds us with you; he's losing weight, his complexion is so bad." old woman, - I would put an amulet on his neck, but he won’t allow it. " Vasily Ivanovich several times tried to ask Bazarov in the most careful way about his work, about his health, about Arkady ... But Bazarov answered him reluctantly and carelessly, and once, noticing that his father, in conversation, was gradually getting under something, said to him with annoyance: “Why are you all walking around me as if on tiptoe? This manner is even worse than before.” - "Well, well, well, I'm nothing!" - Poor Vasily Ivanovich hastily answered. Just as fruitless were his political allusions. Having spoken once, about the imminent liberation of the peasants, about progress, he hoped to arouse the sympathy of his son; but he said indifferently: “Yesterday I passed the fence and heard the local peasant boys, instead of some old song, bawling: The right time comes, the heart feels love ... That's progress for you."

Sometimes Bazarov went to the village and, joking as usual, entered into a conversation with some peasant. “Well,” he said to him, “explain to me your views on life, brother: after all, in you, they say, all the strength and future of Russia, from you will begin new era in history - you will give us both the real language and the laws. The peasant either did not answer anything, or uttered words like the following: “But we can ... too, therefore, it means ... what kind of aisle we have, approximately.” “Will you explain to me what your world is? Bazarov interrupted him, “and is this the same world that stands on three fish?”

This, father, the earth stands on three fish, - the peasant explained soothingly, with patriarchal good-natured melodiousness, - but against ours, that is, the world, it is known, the master's will; therefore you are our fathers. And the stricter the master exacts, the sweeter the peasant.

After listening to such a speech, Bazarov once contemptuously shrugged his shoulders and turned away, and the peasant wandered off.

What was he talking about? another middle-aged man asked him and sullen look, from afar, from the threshold of his hut, who was present during his conversation with Bazarov. - About the arrears, or what?

What about the arrears, my brother! - answered the first peasant, and in his voice there was no longer a trace of patriarchal melodiousness, but, on the contrary, some kind of careless severity was heard, - so, he chatted something; I wanted to scratch my tongue. It is known, master; does he understand?

Where to understand! - answered the other peasant, and, shaking their hats and pulling down their sashes, they both began to talk about their affairs and needs. Alas! Bazarov, who contemptuously shrugged his shoulders and knew how to talk to the peasants (as he boasted in an argument with Pavel Petrovich), this self-confident Bazarov did not even suspect that in their eyes he was still something like a pea jester ...

However, he finally found something to do. Once, in his presence, Vasily Ivanovich was bandaging a peasant's wounded leg, but the old man's hands were shaking, and he could not cope with the bandages; his son helped him and from then on began to participate in his practice, without ceasing to laugh at the means that he himself advised, and at his father, who immediately put them into play. But Bazarov's taunts did not in the least embarrass Vassily Ivanovich; they even consoled him. Holding his greasy dressing gown with two fingers on his stomach and smoking his pipe, he listened to Bazarov with pleasure, and the more anger there was in his antics, the more good-naturedly his happy father laughed, showing all his black teeth to the last. He even repeated these, sometimes stupid or senseless, tricks and, for example, for several days, neither to the village nor to the city, kept repeating: “Well, this is the ninth case!” - only because his son, having learned that he went to matins, used this expression. "God bless! stop moping! he whispered to his wife. - How you beat me today, a miracle! But the thought that he had such an assistant delighted him, filled him with pride. “Yes, yes,” he said to some woman in a man’s coat and a horned kiche, handing her a glass of Goulard’s water or a jar of bleached ointment, “you, my dear, should thank God every minute that my son is visiting me: for the most You are now being treated with scientific and latest methods, do you understand that? Emperor of the French, Napoleon, and he does not have a better doctor. And the woman who came to complain that she was “raised on the bells” (however, she herself could not explain the meaning of these words), only bowed and climbed into her bosom, where she had four eggs wrapped at the end of a towel.

Bazarov once even pulled out a tooth from a visiting peddler with red goods, and although this tooth belonged to the number of ordinary ones, Vasily Ivanovich kept it as a rarity and, showing it to his father Alexei, incessantly repeated:

Look at the roots! Eugene has such strength! The Krasnoryadets rose into the air like that ... It seems to me that the oak tree would have flown out! ..

Commendable! Father Alexei finally said, not knowing what to answer and how to get rid of the old man who had come into ecstasy.

Once a peasant from a neighboring village brought his brother, who was ill with typhus, to Vasily Ivanovich. Lying face down on a bundle of straw, the unfortunate man was dying; dark spots covered his body, he had long lost consciousness. Vasily Ivanovich expressed regret that no one had thought of turning to medicine before, and announced that there was no salvation. Indeed, the peasant did not take his brother home: he died in the cart.

Three days later, Bazarov went into his father's room and asked if he had a hellish stone?

Eat; what do you need?

It is necessary ... to cauterize the wound.

How, yourself! Why is this? What is this wound? Where is she?

Here, on the finger. Today I went to the village, you know where the typhoid peasant was brought from. For some reason they were going to open it, but I had not practiced this for a long time.

Well, so I asked the county doctor; well, he cut himself.

Vasily Ivanovich suddenly turned pale all over and, without saying a word, rushed into the study, from where he immediately returned with a piece of hellish stone in his hand. Bazarov wanted to take him and leave.

For God's sake, - said Vasily Ivanovich, - let me do it myself.

Bazarov chuckled.

What a hunter of practice you are!

Don't joke, please. Show your finger. The rank is not big. Doesn't it hurt?

Push harder, don't be afraid.

Vasily Ivanovich stopped.

What do you think, Eugene, wouldn't it be better for us to cauterize with iron?

This should have been done earlier; and now, for real, and a hellish stone is not needed. If I've been infected, it's too late now.

How ... late ... - Vasily Ivanovich could hardly pronounce.

Still would! more than four hours have passed since then.

Vasily Ivanovich burned the wound a little more.

Didn't the county doctor have a hellish stone?

Did not have.

How is that, my God! Doctor - and does not have such a necessary thing?

You should have looked at his lancets," said Bazarov, and went out.

Until the evening and throughout next day Vasily Ivanovich found fault with every possible pretext for entering his son's room, and although he not only did not mention his wound, but even tried to talk about the most foreign objects, he looked into his eyes so insistently and watched him so anxiously that Bazarov lost his patience and threatened to leave. Vasily Ivanovich gave him his word not to worry, especially since Arina Vlasyevna, from whom, of course, he hid everything, began to pester him, why was he not sleeping and what had happened to him? For two whole days he was strong, although he did not like the sight of his son, at whom he kept looking furtively ... but on the third day at dinner he could not stand it. Bazarov sat looking down and did not touch a single dish.

Why don't you eat, Eugene? he asked, putting on his most unconcerned expression. - The dish seems to be well prepared.

I don't want to, so I don't eat.

Do you have no appetite? And the head? he added in a timid voice, "does it hurt?"

Hurts. Why doesn't she get sick?

Arina Vlasyevna straightened up and became alert.

Don't be angry, please, Yevgeny," continued Vasily Ivanovich, "but won't you let me feel your pulse?

Bazarov got up.

I'll tell you without touching that I have a fever.

And was there a chill?

There was also chills. I'll go lie down, and you send me linden tea. I must have caught a cold.

That's what I heard, you coughed tonight, - said Arina Vlasyevna.

I caught a cold,” repeated Bazarov, and left.

Arina Vlasyevna busied herself with making tea from lime blossoms, while Vasily Ivanovich went into the next room and silently clutched his hair.

Bazarov did not get up that day and spent the whole night in a heavy, half-forgetful slumber. At one o'clock in the morning, opening his eyes with an effort, he saw the pale face of his father above him by the light of the lamp, and ordered him to go away; he obeyed, but immediately returned on tiptoe and, half-hidden by the closet doors, looked inescapably at his son. Arina Vlasyevna also did not go to bed, and, opening the study door a little, she kept coming up to listen to “how Enyusha was breathing” and to look at Vassily Ivanovich. She could only see his motionless, hunched back, but even that gave her some relief. In the morning Bazarov tried to get up; his head was spinning, his nose bled; he lay down again. Vasily Ivanovich waited on him silently; Arina Vlasyevna came in and asked him how he felt. He answered: "Better" - and turned to the wall. Vasily Ivanovich waved both hands at his wife; she bit her lip to keep from crying and went out. Everything in the house suddenly seemed to darken; all faces stretched out, there was a strange silence; some loud-mouthed rooster was carried from the yard to the village, which for a long time could not understand why they were doing this to him. Bazarov continued to lie, leaning against the wall. Vasily Ivanovich tried to turn to him with various questions, but they tired Bazarov, and the old man froze in his chairs, only occasionally cracking his fingers. He went for a few moments into the garden, stood there like a statue, as if stricken with unspeakable amazement (the expression of amazement did not leave his face at all), and returned again to his son, trying to avoid his wife's questions. She finally grabbed his hand and convulsively, almost with a threat, said: "What's wrong with him?" Then he caught himself and forced himself to smile back at her; but, to his own horror, instead of a smile, laughter came from somewhere. He sent for the doctor in the morning. He considered it necessary to warn his son about this, so that he would not get angry somehow.

Bazarov suddenly turned around on the sofa, looked intently and stupidly at his father, and asked for a drink.

Vassily Ivanovich gave him some water and by the way felt his forehead. He burned like that.

Old man,” Bazarov began in a hoarse and slow voice, “my business is lousy. I am infected, and in a few days you will bury me.

Vasily Ivanovich staggered as if someone had hit him on the legs.

Eugene! - he murmured, - what are you! .. God be with you! You caught a cold…

Enough, - Bazarov interrupted him slowly. - It's not right for a doctor to say that. All the signs of infection, you yourself know.

Where are the signs of… infection, Eugene?.. have mercy!

And what's that? said Bazarov, and, lifting up the sleeve of his shirt, he showed his father the ominous red spots that had come out.

Vasily Ivanovich trembled and went cold with fear.

Let's suppose, - he said at last, - let's suppose ... if ... even if something like ... infection ...

- Pyemia, said the son.

Well, yes ... like ... epidemics ...

Piemii," Bazarov repeated sternly and distinctly. - Has Al forgotten his notebooks?

Well, yes, yes, as you please ... But still we will cure you!

Well, it's boobies. But that's not the point. I didn't expect to die so soon; this is an accident, a very, to tell the truth, unpleasant. You and your mother must now take advantage of the fact that religion is strong in you; Here's your chance to put it to the test. He drank some more water. - And I want to ask you about one thing ... while my head is still in my power. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow my brain, you know, will resign. Even now I'm not quite sure if I'm expressing myself clearly. While I was lying, it seemed to me that red dogs were running around me, and you were doing a stance over me, like over a black grouse. I'm definitely drunk. Do you understand me well?

Have mercy, Evgeny, you speak absolutely properly.

All the better; you told me, you sent for the doctor... You amuse yourself with this... you will amuse me too: you send a courier...

To Arkady Nikolaitch, - picked up the old man.

Who is Arkady Nikolaevich? said Bazarov, as if in thought. - Oh yes! this chick! No, don't touch him: he is now in the jackdaws. Do not be surprised, this is not nonsense. And you sent a courier to Anna Sergeevna Odintsova, there is such a landowner here ... You know? (Vasily Ivanovich nodded his head.) Yevgeny, they say, Bazarov ordered to bow and ordered to say that he was dying. Will you do it?

I will fulfill it... But is it possible for you to die, you, Eugene... Judge for yourself! Where will the justice be then?

I do not know this; but only you went on purpose.

I'll send it this minute, and I'll write the letter myself.

No, why; say that you ordered to bow, nothing more is needed. And now I'm back to my dogs. Strange! I want to stop the thought on death, and nothing comes out. I see some kind of stain ... and nothing else.

He turned heavily to the wall again; and Vasily Ivanovich left the study and, reaching his wife's bedroom, collapsed on his knees in front of the icons.

Pray, Arina, pray! he groaned, "our son is dying."

The doctor, the same county doctor, who did not have a hellish stone, came and, having examined the patient, advised to adhere to the methods of waiting and immediately said a few words about the possibility of recovery.

Have you ever seen that people in my position do not go to the Elysees? asked Bazarov, and, suddenly seizing the leg of a heavy table that stood near the sofa, shook it and moved it from its place.

The strength, the strength, - he said, - is still here, but you have to die! .. The old man, at least he managed to wean himself from life, and I ... Yes, go and try to deny death. She denies you, and that's it! Who is crying there? he added, after a little while. - Mother? Poor! Who will she feed now with her amazing borscht? And you, Vasily Ivanovich, seem to be sniffing too? Well, if Christianity does not help, be a philosopher, a stoic, or what? You boasted that you were a philosopher, didn't you?

What a philosopher I am! yelled Vassily Ivanovich, and tears dripped down his cheeks.

Bazarov grew worse every hour; the disease took on a rapid course, which usually happens with surgical poisons. He had not yet lost his memory and understood what was said to him; he was still fighting. “I don’t want to rave,” he whispered, clenching his fists, “what nonsense!” And then he said: “Well, subtract ten from eight, how much will it come out?” Vasily Ivanovich walked around like a madman, offering one remedy, then another, and doing nothing but covering his son's legs. “Wrap in cold sheets… vomit… mustard plasters to the stomach… bloodletting,” he said with tension. The doctor, whom he begged to stay, agreed with him, gave the patient lemonade to drink, and for himself he asked for tubes, then “strengthening-warming”, that is, vodka. Arina Vlasyevna sat on a low stool near the door, and only from time to time went out to pray; a few days ago the dressing-mirror slipped out of her hands and broke, which she always considered a bad omen; Anfisushka herself could not tell her anything. Timofeich went to Odintsova.

The night was not good for Bazarov ... The cruel heat tormented him. By morning he felt better. He asked Arina Vlasyevna to comb his hair, kissed her hand and drank two sips of tea. Vasily Ivanovich perked up a little.

God bless! - he repeated, - the crisis has come ... the crisis has passed.

Eka, think! - said Bazarov, - what do words mean! Found him, said: "crisis" - and consoled. It's amazing how a person still believes in words. They will tell him, for example, a fool and not beat him, he will be sad; they will call him a smart girl and they will not give him money - he will feel pleasure.

This little speech by Bazarov, reminiscent of his former "antics", brought Vasily Ivanovich to emotion.

Bravo! well said, excellent! he exclaimed, showing the appearance of beating his hands.

Bazarov smiled sadly.

So how, in your opinion, - he said, - did the crisis pass or come?

It’s better for you, that’s what I see, that’s what pleases me, ”Vasily Ivanovich answered.

Very well; rejoicing is never bad. And that one, remember? sent?

Sent, how.

The change for the better did not last long. The attacks of the disease resumed. Vasily Ivanovich was sitting next to Bazarov. It seemed that some special torment tormented the old man. He tried several times to speak, but he couldn't.

Eugene! - he said at last, - my son, my dear, dear son!

This extraordinary appeal had an effect on Bazarov ... He turned his head a little and, apparently trying to wriggle himself out from under the burden of oblivion that was crushing him, said:

What, my father?

Evgeny,” continued Vasily Ivanovich, and knelt before Bazarov, although he did not open his eyes and could not see him. - Eugene, you're feeling better now; you, God willing, will recover, but take advantage of this time, console us with your mother, fulfill the duty of a Christian! What is it like for me to tell you this, it's terrible; but even more terrible ... after all, forever, Eugene ... just think, what is it like ...

I do not refuse, if it can console you, - he said at last, - but it seems to me that there is still no need to hurry. You yourself say that I'm better.

Better, Eugene, better; but who knows, because this is all in God's will, and having fulfilled the duty ...

No, I'll wait," Bazarov interrupted. - I agree with you that the crisis has come. And if you and I are wrong, well! after all, even the memoryless are communed.

Have mercy, Eugene ...

I'll wait. And now I want to sleep. Do not disturb me.

And he laid his head back.

The old man got up, sat down on an armchair and, holding his chin, began to bite his fingers...

The sound of the spring carriage, that sound which is so especially noticeable in the wilderness of the countryside, suddenly struck his ears. Nearer, nearer the light wheels rolled; the snorting of the horses was already heard... Vassily Ivanovich jumped up and rushed to the window. A two-seater carriage drove into the yard of his house, harnessed by quadruplets. Without realizing what this could mean, in a fit of some senseless joy, he ran out onto the porch ... A footman in livery opened the doors of the carriage; a lady under a black veil, in a black mantilla, was coming out of it ...

I am Odintsova, she said. - Evgeny Vasilyevich is alive? Are you his father? I brought a doctor with me.

Benefactress! exclaimed Vassily Ivanovich, and, seizing her hand, pressed it convulsively to his lips, while the doctor brought by Anna Sergeevna, small man wearing spectacles, with a German physiognomy, climbed out of the carriage without haste. - He is still alive, my Eugene is alive and now he will be saved! Wife! wife! .. To us an angel from heaven ...

What is it, Lord! murmured the old woman, running out of the drawing-room, and, not understanding anything, immediately fell at Anna Sergeevna's feet in the hallway and began, like a mad woman, kissing her dress.

What do you! what do you! - repeated Anna Sergeevna; but Arina Vlasyevna did not listen to her, and Vasily Ivanovich only repeated: “Angel! angel!"

Woist der Kranke? And where is the patient? said the doctor at last, not without some indignation.

Vasily Ivanovich came to his senses.

Here, here, please follow me wertester herr colleague he added from old memory.

E! - said the German and grinned sourly.

Vasily Ivanovich led him into the office.

Doctor from Anna Sergeevna Odintsova, - he said, bending down to the very ear of his son, - and she herself is here.

Bazarov suddenly opened his eyes.

What you said?

I say that Anna Sergeevna Odintsova is here and brought this doctor to you.

Bazarov rolled his eyes around him.

She's here... I want to see her.

You will see her, Eugene; but first you need to talk to the doctor. I will tell them the whole history of the disease, since Sidor Sidorych left (that was the name of the county doctor), and we will do a little consultation.

Bazarov glanced at the German.

Well, talk quickly, but not in Latin; I understand what it means: jam moritur.

- Der Herr scheint des Deutschen mächtig zu sein, - began the new pet of Aesculapius, referring to Vasily Ivanovich.

- Their ... gabe ..."You'd better speak Russian," said the old man.

Ah, ah! so this photo is like this… Prank…

And the consultation began.

Half an hour later, Anna Sergeevna, accompanied by Vasily Ivanovich, entered the office. The doctor managed to whisper to her that there was nothing to think about the recovery of the patient.

She glanced at Bazarov ... and stopped at the door, she was so struck by this inflamed and at the same time dead face with dull eyes fixed on her. She was simply frightened by some kind of cold and languid fright; the thought that she would not have felt it if she really loved him flashed in her head instantly.

Thank you," he said intensely, "I didn't expect that. This is a good deed. Here we are again and saw each other, as you promised.

Anna Sergeevna was so kind ... - began Vasily Ivanovich.

Father, leave us. Anna Sergeevna, you allow? It seems now...

He pointed his head at his prostrate, powerless body.

Vasily Ivanovich left.

Well, thank you,” repeated Bazarov. - It's royal. They say that kings also visit the dying.

Yevgeny Vasilyevich, I hope...

Oh, Anna Sergeevna, let's start telling the truth. It's over with me. Got hit by a wheel. And it turns out that there was nothing to think about the future. The old thing is death, but new for everyone. Until now, I’m not afraid ... and then unconsciousness will come, and fuit! (He weakly waved his hand.) Well, what can I tell you ... I loved you! It didn't make any sense before, and even more so now. Love is a form, and my own form is already decaying. I'd rather say that - how nice you are! And now here you are, so beautiful ...

Anna Sergeevna shuddered involuntarily.

Nothing, don't worry... sit there... Don't come near me: after all, my disease is contagious.

Anna Sergeevna quickly crossed the room and sat down on an armchair near the sofa on which Bazarov was lying.

Generous! he whispered. - Oh, how close, and how young, fresh, clean ... in this nasty room! .. Well, goodbye! Live long, that's the best, and use it while it's time. You look at what an ugly sight: a worm half-crushed, but still bristling. And after all, I also thought: I’ll break off a lot of things, I won’t die, where! There is a task, because I am a giant! And now the whole task of the giant is how to die decently, although no one cares about this ... Anyway: I won’t wag my tail.

Bazarov fell silent and began feeling his glass with his hand. Anna Sergeevna served him a drink, without taking off her gloves and breathing fearfully.

You will forget me, - he began again, - dead alive not a friend. Your father will tell you that, they say, what kind of person Russia is losing ... This is nonsense; but don't dissuade the old man. Whatever the child enjoys... you know. And caress your mother. After all, people like them cannot be found in your big world during the day with fire ... Russia needs me ... No, apparently, it is not needed. And who is needed? A shoemaker is needed, a tailor is needed, a butcher… he sells meat… a butcher… wait, I’m getting confused… There’s a forest here…

Bazarov put his hand on his forehead.

Anna Sergeevna leaned towards him.

Yevgeny Vasilyevich, I'm here...

He took the hand at once and stood up.

Farewell,” he said with sudden force, and his eyes flashed with the last gleam. - Farewell ... Listen ... I didn’t kiss you then ... Blow on the dying lamp, and let it go out ...

Anna Sergeevna pressed her lips to his forehead.

And enough! he said and sank down on the pillow. “Now… darkness…”

Anna Sergeevna quietly left.

What? Vasily Ivanovich asked her in a whisper.

He fell asleep, - she answered almost audibly.

Bazarov was no longer destined to wake up. By evening he fell into complete unconsciousness, and the next day he died. Father Alexei performed religious rites on him. When he was unctioned, when the holy ointment touched his chest, one of his eyes opened, and it seemed that at the sight of a priest in vestments, a smoking censer, and candles in front of the icon, something like a shudder of horror was instantly reflected on his dead face. When, at last, he breathed his last and a general moaning arose in the house, Vasily Ivanovich was seized by a sudden frenzy. “I said that I would grumble,” he shouted hoarsely, with a flaming, contorted face, shaking his fist in the air, as if threatening someone, “and I will grumble, I will grumble!” But Arina Vlasyevna, all in tears, hung on his neck, and both fell down on their faces together. “So,” Anfisushka later said in the human room, “side by side and bowed their heads like sheep at noon ...”

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The episode of Bazarov's death is one of the most important in the work. Being the denouement of the idea of ​​the work, this episode plays a key role in the novel, being the answer to the question: "Is it possible to live, rejecting all human feelings and recognizing only reason?"

Bazarov returns home to his parents a person different from what he was before. He begins to avoid the loneliness that used to be an integral part of his life and helped him to work.

He is always looking for company: he drinks tea in the living room, walks in the forest with his father, because being alone becomes unbearable for him. Alone, his thoughts are taken over by Odintsova, the woman he loves, who destroyed his unshakable faith in the absence of romantic feelings. Because of this, Bazarov becomes less attentive and less focused on work. And, due to this very inattention, he receives a slight cut, which later became fatal for him.

Bazarov, as an experienced doctor, is well aware that he has little time left to live. Understanding the imminent inevitable death tears off the mask of insensibility from him. He worries about his parents and tries to protect them from worries, hiding the disease from them to the last. When Bazarov’s condition worsens completely, and he stops getting out of bed, it doesn’t even occur to him to complain about the pain. He reflects on life, sometimes inserting his characteristic ironic jokes.

Realizing that he had very little time left, Bazarov asks to send Odintsova to see her in last time before death. She arrives dressed all in black, as if to a funeral. Seeing the dying Bazarov, A.S. finally realizes that he does not love him. Bazarov tells her everything about what is in his soul. He still does not complain, but only talks about life and his role in it. When E. B. asks Odintsova to give him a glass of water, she does not even take off her gloves and timidly breathes in fear of getting infected. This once again proves the lack of romantic feelings in her towards Bazarov. The dying Bazarov still has a small spark of hope for reciprocity of love, and he asks for her kiss. A. S. fulfills his request, but kisses him only on the forehead, that is, in the way that the dead are usually kissed. For her, the death of Bazarov is not important event, and she already mentally said goodbye to him.

Analyzing this episode, we see that illness and the understanding of imminent death finally turns Bazarov from an independent nihilist into ordinary person with your weaknesses. In their last days he no longer harbors any feelings and opens his soul. And he dies strong man without complaining or showing pain. Odintsova's behavior shows her lack of love for Bazarov. Her visit to the dying man is only politeness, but not the desire to see the hero for the last time and say goodbye.

This episode is inextricably linked with others in this work. It is the denouement of the main conflict of the work, logically continuing the whole idea of ​​the novel, and especially chapter 24. In this chapter, a duel takes place between Kirsanov and Bazarov, which is why the latter has to go back home to his parents.

From all of the above, we can conclude that this episode plays one of the key roles in the work. As a denouement, it brings to an end the story of a man who rejected all feelings, and shows that to live, denying human joys and being guided only by reason, it is still impossible.