Ivan Turgenev

“ You are a Slavophil. You're a supporter of patriarchal despotism. You want to have the whip in your hand!"
"A whip is a good thing," said Bazarov, "but we've got to the last drop . . ."
"Of what?" interrupted Evdoksya.
"Of champagne, most honored Avdotya Nikitishna, of champagne--not of your blood."
"I can never listen calmly when women are attacked," went on Evdoksya. "It's awful, awful. Instead of attacking them you should read Michelet's book De l'Amour! That's something exquisite! Gentlemen, let us talk about love," added Evdoksya, letting her arm rest on the crumpled sofa cushion. ”

“ We're frightfully hungry; and tell them to bring us up a little bottle of champagne."
"You sybarite," cried Evdoksya with a laugh. (When she laughed the gums showed over her upper teeth.) "Isn't it true, Bazarov, he's a sybarite?"
"I like comfort in life," pronounced Sitnikov gravely. "But that doesn't prevent me from being a liberal."
"It does, though, it does!" exclaimed Evdoksya, and nevertheless gave instructions to her maid both about the lunch and about the champagne. "What do you think about that?" she added, turning to Bazarov. "I'm sure you share my opinion." ”

“ You're a dangerous gentleman, you're such a critic. My God, how absurd! I'm talking like some provincial landowner--but I really am one. I manage my property myself, and just imagine, my bailiff Yerofay--he's a wonderful type, just like Fenimore Cooper's Pathfinder--there's something so spontaneous about him! ”