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“
It
’
s
a
lovely
spring
,
Vassily
.
”
“
Why
,
it
’
s
a
spring
such
as
the
old
men
don
’
t
remember
the
like
of
.
I
was
up
home
;
an
old
man
up
there
has
sown
wheat
too
,
about
an
acre
of
it
.
He
was
saying
you
wouldn
’
t
know
it
from
rye
.
”
“
Have
you
been
sowing
wheat
long
?
”
“
Why
,
sir
,
it
was
you
taught
us
the
year
before
last
.
You
gave
me
two
measures
.
We
sold
about
eight
bushels
and
sowed
a
rood
.
”
“
Well
,
mind
you
crumble
up
the
clods
,
”
said
Levin
,
going
towards
his
horse
,
“
and
keep
an
eye
on
Mishka
.
And
if
there
’
s
a
good
crop
you
shall
have
half
a
rouble
for
every
acre
.
”
“
Humbly
thankful
.
We
are
very
well
content
,
sir
,
as
it
is
.
”
Levin
got
on
his
horse
and
rode
towards
the
field
where
was
last
year
’
s
clover
,
and
the
one
which
was
ploughed
ready
for
the
spring
corn
.
The
crop
of
clover
coming
up
in
the
stubble
was
magnificent
.
It
had
survived
everything
,
and
stood
up
vividly
green
through
the
broken
stalks
of
last
year
’
s
wheat
.
The
horse
sank
in
up
to
the
pasterns
,
and
he
drew
each
hoof
with
a
sucking
sound
out
of
the
half
-
thawed
ground
.
Over
the
ploughland
riding
was
utterly
impossible
;
the
horse
could
only
keep
a
foothold
where
there
was
ice
,
and
in
the
thawing
furrows
he
sank
deep
in
at
each
step
.
The
ploughland
was
in
splendid
condition
;
in
a
couple
of
days
it
would
be
fit
for
harrowing
and
sowing
.
Everything
was
capital
,
everything
was
cheering
.
Levin
rode
back
across
the
streams
,
hoping
the
water
would
have
gone
down
.
And
he
did
in
fact
get
across
,
and
startled
two
ducks
.
“
There
must
be
snipe
too
,
”
he
thought
,
and
just
as
he
reached
the
turning
homewards
he
met
the
forest
keeper
,
who
confirmed
his
theory
about
the
snipe
Levin
went
home
at
a
trot
,
so
as
to
have
time
to
eat
his
dinner
and
get
his
gun
ready
for
the
evening
.
