bent and coughing all the time; nothing but a burden to herself. That's a dreadful life!'
'So it's better to be young?'
'Well, isn't it?'
'But why is it better? Tell me!'
'How can you ask why? Why, here I now, while I'm young, I can do everything—go and come and carry, and needn't ask any one for anything.... What can be better?'
'And to me it's all the same whether I'm young or old.'
'How do you mean—it's all the same? It's not possible what you say.'
'Well, judge for yourself, Fedosya Nikolaevna, what good is my youth to me. I live alone, a poor lonely creature ...'
'That always depends on you.'
'It doesn't at all depend on me! At least, some one ought to take pity on me.'
Fenitchka gave a sidelong look at Bazarov, but said nothing. 'What's this book you have?' she asked after a short pause.
'That? That's a scientific book, very difficult.'
'And are you still studying? And don't you find it dull? You know everything already I should say.'
'It seems not everything. You try to read a little.'
'But I don't understand anything here. Is
