midday
Vassily Ivanovitch jumped up briskly from the garden seat , and hummed from _ Robert le Diable _ -- ` The rule , the rule we set ourselves , To live , to live for pleasure ! ' ` Singular vitality ! ' observed Bazarov , going away from the window . It was midday . The sun was burning hot behind a thin veil of unbroken whitish clouds . Everything was hushed ; there was no sound but the cocks crowing irritably at one another in the village , producing in every one who heard them a strange sense of drowsiness and ennui ; and somewhere , high up in a tree-top , the incessant plaintive cheep of a young hawk . Arkady and Bazarov lay in the shade of a small haystack , putting under themselves two armfuls of dry and rustling , but still greenish and fragrant grass .