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But
three
months
had
passed
and
he
had
not
left
off
minding
about
it
;
and
it
was
as
painful
for
him
to
think
of
it
as
it
had
been
those
first
days
.
He
could
not
be
at
peace
because
after
dreaming
so
long
of
family
life
,
and
feeling
himself
so
ripe
for
it
,
he
was
still
not
married
,
and
was
further
than
ever
from
marriage
.
He
was
painfully
conscious
himself
,
as
were
all
about
him
,
that
at
his
years
it
is
not
well
for
man
to
be
alone
.
He
remembered
how
before
starting
for
Moscow
he
had
once
said
to
his
cowman
Nikolay
,
a
simple
-
hearted
peasant
,
whom
he
liked
talking
to
:
“
Well
,
Nikolay
!
I
mean
to
get
married
,
”
and
how
Nikolay
had
promptly
answered
,
as
of
a
matter
on
which
there
could
be
no
possible
doubt
:
“
And
high
time
too
,
Konstantin
Dmitrievitch
.
”
But
marriage
had
now
become
further
off
than
ever
.
The
place
was
taken
,
and
whenever
he
tried
to
imagine
any
of
the
girls
he
knew
in
that
place
,
he
felt
that
it
was
utterly
impossible
.
Moreover
,
the
recollection
of
the
rejection
and
the
part
he
had
played
in
the
affair
tortured
him
with
shame
.
However
often
he
told
himself
that
he
was
in
no
wise
to
blame
in
it
,
that
recollection
,
like
other
humiliating
reminiscences
of
a
similar
kind
,
made
him
twinge
and
blush
.
There
had
been
in
his
past
,
as
in
every
man
’
s
,
actions
,
recognized
by
him
as
bad
,
for
which
his
conscience
ought
to
have
tormented
him
;
but
the
memory
of
these
evil
actions
was
far
from
causing
him
so
much
suffering
as
those
trivial
but
humiliating
reminiscences
.
These
wounds
never
healed
.
And
with
these
memories
was
now
ranged
his
rejection
and
the
pitiful
position
in
which
he
must
have
appeared
to
others
that
evening
.
But
time
and
work
did
their
part
.
Bitter
memories
were
more
and
more
covered
up
by
the
incidents
—
paltry
in
his
eyes
,
but
really
important
—
of
his
country
life
.
Every
week
he
thought
less
often
of
Kitty
.
He
was
impatiently
looking
forward
to
the
news
that
she
was
married
,
or
just
going
to
be
married
,
hoping
that
such
news
would
,
like
having
a
tooth
out
,
completely
cure
him
.
Meanwhile
spring
came
on
,
beautiful
and
kindly
,
without
the
delays
and
treacheries
of
spring
,
—
one
of
those
rare
springs
in
which
plants
,
beasts
,
and
man
rejoice
alike
.
This
lovely
spring
roused
Levin
still
more
,
and
strengthened
him
in
his
resolution
of
renouncing
all
his
past
and
building
up
his
lonely
life
firmly
and
independently
.
Though
many
of
the
plans
with
which
he
had
returned
to
the
country
had
not
been
carried
out
,
still
his
most
important
resolution
—
that
of
purity
—
had
been
kept
by
him
.
He
was
free
from
that
shame
,
which
had
usually
harassed
him
after
a
fall
;
and
he
could
look
everyone
straight
in
the
face
.
In
February
he
had
received
a
letter
from
Marya
Nikolaevna
telling
him
that
his
brother
Nikolay
’
s
health
was
getting
worse
,
but
that
he
would
not
take
advice
,
and
in
consequence
of
this
letter
Levin
went
to
Moscow
to
his
brother
’
s
and
succeeded
in
persuading
him
to
see
a
doctor
and
to
go
to
a
watering
-
place
abroad
.
He
succeeded
so
well
in
persuading
his
brother
,
and
in
lending
him
money
for
the
journey
without
irritating
him
,
that
he
was
satisfied
with
himself
in
that
matter
.
In
addition
to
his
farming
,
which
called
for
special
attention
in
spring
,
and
in
addition
to
reading
,
Levin
had
begun
that
winter
a
work
on
agriculture
,
the
plan
of
which
turned
on
taking
into
account
the
character
of
the
laborer
on
the
land
as
one
of
the
unalterable
data
of
the
question
,
like
the
climate
and
the
soil
,
and
consequently
deducing
all
the
principles
of
scientific
culture
,
not
simply
from
the
data
of
soil
and
climate
,
but
from
the
data
of
soil
,
climate
,
and
a
certain
unalterable
character
of
the
laborer
.
Thus
,
in
spite
of
his
solitude
,
or
in
consequence
of
his
solitude
,
his
life
was
exceedingly
full
.
Only
rarely
he
suffered
from
an
unsatisfied
desire
to
communicate
his
stray
ideas
to
someone
besides
Agafea
Mihalovna
.
With
her
indeed
he
not
infrequently
fell
into
discussion
upon
physics
,
the
theory
of
agriculture
,
and
especially
philosophy
;
philosophy
was
Agafea
Mihalovna
’
s
favorite
subject
.
Spring
was
slow
in
unfolding
.
For
the
last
few
weeks
it
had
been
steadily
fine
frosty
weather
.
In
the
daytime
it
thawed
in
the
sun
,
but
at
night
there
were
even
seven
degrees
of
frost
.
There
was
such
a
frozen
surface
on
the
snow
that
they
drove
the
wagons
anywhere
off
the
roads
.
Easter
came
in
the
snow
.
Then
all
of
a
sudden
,
on
Easter
Monday
,
a
warm
wind
sprang
up
,
storm
clouds
swooped
down
,
and
for
three
days
and
three
nights
the
warm
,
driving
rain
fell
in
streams
.
On
Thursday
the
wind
dropped
,
and
a
thick
gray
fog
brooded
over
the
land
as
though
hiding
the
mysteries
of
the
transformations
that
were
being
wrought
in
nature
.
Behind
the
fog
there
was
the
flowing
of
water
,
the
cracking
and
floating
of
ice
,
the
swift
rush
of
turbid
,
foaming
torrents
;
and
on
the
following
Monday
,
in
the
evening
,
the
fog
parted
,
the
storm
clouds
split
up
into
little
curling
crests
of
cloud
,
the
sky
cleared
,
and
the
real
spring
had
come
.
In
the
morning
the
sun
rose
brilliant
and
quickly
wore
away
the
thin
layer
of
ice
that
covered
the
water
,
and
all
the
warm
air
was
quivering
with
the
steam
that
rose
up
from
the
quickened
earth
.
The
old
grass
looked
greener
,
and
the
young
grass
thrust
up
its
tiny
blades
;
the
buds
of
the
guelder
-
rose
and
of
the
currant
and
the
sticky
birch
-
buds
were
swollen
with
sap
,
and
an
exploring
bee
was
humming
about
the
golden
blossoms
that
studded
the
willow
.
Larks
trilled
unseen
above
the
velvety
green
fields
and
the
ice
-
covered
stubble
-
land
;
peewits
wailed
over
the
low
lands
and
marshes
flooded
by
the
pools
;
cranes
and
wild
geese
flew
high
across
the
sky
uttering
their
spring
calls
The
cattle
,
bald
in
patches
where
the
new
hair
had
not
grown
yet
,
lowed
in
the
pastures
;
the
bowlegged
lambs
frisked
round
their
bleating
mothers
.
Nimble
children
ran
about
the
drying
paths
,
covered
with
the
prints
of
bare
feet
.
There
was
a
merry
chatter
of
peasant
women
over
their
linen
at
the
pond
,
and
the
ring
of
axes
in
the
yard
,
where
the
peasants
were
repairing
ploughs
and
harrows
.
The
real
spring
had
come
.
Levin
put
on
his
big
boots
,
and
,
for
the
first
time
,
a
cloth
jacket
,
instead
of
his
fur
cloak
,
and
went
out
to
look
after
his
farm
,
stepping
over
streams
of
water
that
flashed
in
the
sunshine
and
dazzled
his
eyes
,
and
treading
one
minute
on
ice
and
the
next
into
sticky
mud
.
Spring
is
the
time
of
plans
and
projects
.
And
,
as
he
came
out
into
the
farmyard
,
Levin
,
like
a
tree
in
spring
that
knows
not
what
form
will
be
taken
by
the
young
shoots
and
twigs
imprisoned
in
its
swelling
buds
,
hardly
knew
what
undertakings
he
was
going
to
begin
upon
now
in
the
farm
work
that
was
so
dear
to
him
.
But
he
felt
that
he
was
full
of
the
most
splendid
plans
and
projects
.
First
of
all
he
went
to
the
cattle
.
The
cows
had
been
let
out
into
their
paddock
,
and
their
smooth
sides
were
already
shining
with
their
new
,
sleek
,
spring
coats
;
they
basked
in
the
sunshine
and
lowed
to
go
to
the
meadow
.
Levin
gazed
admiringly
at
the
cows
he
knew
so
intimately
to
the
minutest
detail
of
their
condition
,
and
gave
orders
for
them
to
be
driven
out
into
the
meadow
,
and
the
calves
to
be
let
into
the
paddock
.
The
herdsman
ran
gaily
to
get
ready
for
the
meadow
.
The
cowherd
girls
,
picking
up
their
petticoats
,
ran
splashing
through
the
mud
with
bare
legs
,
still
white
,
not
yet
brown
from
the
sun
,
waving
brush
wood
in
their
hands
,
chasing
the
calves
that
frolicked
in
the
mirth
of
spring
.
After
admiring
the
young
ones
of
that
year
,
who
were
particularly
fine
—
the
early
calves
were
the
size
of
a
peasant
’
s
cow
,
and
Pava
’
s
daughter
,
at
three
months
old
,
was
as
big
as
a
yearling
—
Levin
gave
orders
for
a
trough
to
be
brought
out
and
for
them
to
be
fed
in
the
paddock
.
