Then she'd go off to find Vasily Ivanovich and, resting her cheek on her hand, would say to him, "My dear, how can I find out what Enyusha would like for dinner today, cabbage soup or borsch?" "Why didn't you ask him yourself?" "I'd be pestering him!" But Bazarov soon stopped locking himself in:
eta gero Vasili Ivanovitxi galdetzen zion, masaila eskuan bermaturik: "Laztana, nola jakin Jeniushak zer nahi duen gaur bazkaltzeko, aza-zopa ala eltzekaria?".