ABSTRACT
The brothers remained alone and at first just looked at each other.
“There you are,” Pavel finally began; “there's today's youth for you! There they are—our heirs!”
“Our heirs,” repeated Nikolai with a dejected sigh … “You know what I kept thinking of, Pavel? I quarreled with Mother once. She shouted, didn't want to listen to me. I finally told her, ‘You really can't understand me; we really belong to two different generations.’ She was terribly offended, but I thought: What can one do? It's a bitter pill—but it has to be swallowed. So now our turn has come, and our heirs can say to us: ‘You really aren't of our generation—swallow the pill.’ “
turgenev, Fathers and Sons