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“
Why
,
I
don
’
t
think
you
take
much
rest
as
it
is
.
It
cheers
us
up
to
work
under
the
master
’
s
eye
.
.
.
.
”
“
So
they
’
re
sowing
clover
behind
the
Birch
Dale
?
I
’
ll
go
and
have
a
look
at
them
,
”
he
said
,
getting
on
to
the
little
bay
cob
,
Kolpik
,
who
was
led
up
by
the
coachman
.
“
You
can
’
t
get
across
the
streams
,
Konstantin
Dmitrievitch
,
”
the
coachman
shouted
.
“
All
right
,
I
’
ll
go
by
the
forest
.
”
And
Levin
rode
through
the
slush
of
the
farmyard
to
the
gate
and
out
into
the
open
country
,
his
good
little
horse
,
after
his
long
inactivity
,
stepping
out
gallantly
,
snorting
over
the
pools
,
and
asking
,
as
it
were
,
for
guidance
.
If
Levin
had
felt
happy
before
in
the
cattle
pens
and
farmyard
,
he
felt
happier
yet
in
the
open
country
.
Swaying
rhythmically
with
the
ambling
paces
of
his
good
little
cob
,
drinking
in
the
warm
yet
fresh
scent
of
the
snow
and
the
air
,
as
he
rode
through
his
forest
over
the
crumbling
,
wasted
snow
,
still
left
in
parts
,
and
covered
with
dissolving
tracks
,
he
rejoiced
over
every
tree
,
with
the
moss
reviving
on
its
bark
and
the
buds
swelling
on
its
shoots
.
When
he
came
out
of
the
forest
,
in
the
immense
plain
before
him
,
his
grass
fields
stretched
in
an
unbroken
carpet
of
green
,
without
one
bare
place
or
swamp
,
only
spotted
here
and
there
in
the
hollows
with
patches
of
melting
snow
.
He
was
not
put
out
of
temper
even
by
the
sight
of
the
peasants
’
horses
and
colts
trampling
down
his
young
grass
(
he
told
a
peasant
he
met
to
drive
them
out
)
,
nor
by
the
sarcastic
and
stupid
reply
of
the
peasant
Ipat
,
whom
he
met
on
the
way
,
and
asked
,
“
Well
,
Ipat
,
shall
we
soon
be
sowing
?
”
“
We
must
get
the
ploughing
done
first
,
Konstantin
Dmitrievitch
,
”
answered
Ipat
.
The
further
he
rode
,
the
happier
he
became
,
and
plans
for
the
land
rose
to
his
mind
each
better
than
the
last
;
to
plant
all
his
fields
with
hedges
along
the
southern
borders
,
so
that
the
snow
should
not
lie
under
them
;
to
divide
them
up
into
six
fields
of
arable
and
three
of
pasture
and
hay
;
to
build
a
cattle
yard
at
the
further
end
of
the
estate
,
and
to
dig
a
pond
and
to
construct
movable
pens
for
the
cattle
as
a
means
of
manuring
the
land
.
And
then
eight
hundred
acres
of
wheat
,
three
hundred
of
potatoes
,
and
four
hundred
of
clover
,
and
not
one
acre
exhausted
.
Absorbed
in
such
dreams
,
carefully
keeping
his
horse
by
the
hedges
,
so
as
not
to
trample
his
young
crops
,
he
rode
up
to
the
laborers
who
had
been
sent
to
sow
clover
.
A
cart
with
the
seed
in
it
was
standing
,
not
at
the
edge
,
but
in
the
middle
of
the
crop
,
and
the
winter
corn
had
been
torn
up
by
the
wheels
and
trampled
by
the
horse
.
Both
the
laborers
were
sitting
in
the
hedge
,
probably
smoking
a
pipe
together
.
The
earth
in
the
cart
,
with
which
the
seed
was
mixed
,
was
not
crushed
to
powder
,
but
crusted
together
or
adhering
in
clods
.
Seeing
the
master
,
the
laborer
,
Vassily
,
went
towards
the
cart
,
while
Mishka
set
to
work
sowing
.
This
was
not
as
it
should
be
,
but
with
the
laborers
Levin
seldom
lost
his
temper
.
When
Vassily
came
up
,
Levin
told
him
to
lead
the
horse
to
the
hedge
.
“
It
’
s
all
right
,
sir
,
it
’
ll
spring
up
again
,
”
responded
Vassily
.
“
Please
don
’
t
argue
,
”
said
Levin
,
“
but
do
as
you
’
re
told
.
”
“
Yes
,
sir
,
”
answered
Vassily
,
and
he
took
the
horse
’
s
head
.
“
What
a
sowing
,
Konstantin
Dmitrievitch
,
”
he
said
,
hesitating
;
“
first
rate
.
