"Indeed I do not.... But try reading a few lines of the book."
"I should never understand them. Is it a Russian book?" (She took the heavily bound volume into her hands.)
"What a large book!" she continued.
"Yes. Also, it is a Russian book."
"Nevertheless I should not be able to understand it.
"I do not want you to understand it. I merely want to be able to watch you as you read. For when you read you twitch your little nose most charmingly!"
She began to read aloud a page "on Creosote," but soon burst out laughing, and replaced the book upon the bench, whence it slipped to the ground.
"I love to see you laugh," said Bazarov.
"Say no more," she interrupted.
"Also, I love to hear you speak. Your voice is like the bubbling of a brook."