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Moreover
,
although
he
had
lived
so
long
in
the
closest
relations
with
the
peasants
,
as
farmer
and
arbitrator
,
and
what
was
more
,
as
adviser
(
the
peasants
trusted
him
,
and
for
thirty
miles
round
they
would
come
to
ask
his
advice
)
,
he
had
no
definite
views
of
“
the
people
,
”
and
would
have
been
as
much
at
a
loss
to
answer
the
question
whether
he
knew
“
the
people
”
as
the
question
whether
he
liked
them
.
For
him
to
say
he
knew
the
peasantry
would
have
been
the
same
as
to
say
he
knew
men
.
He
was
continually
watching
and
getting
to
know
people
of
all
sorts
,
and
among
them
peasants
,
whom
he
regarded
as
good
and
interesting
people
,
and
he
was
continually
observing
new
points
in
them
,
altering
his
former
views
of
them
and
forming
new
ones
.
With
Sergey
Ivanovitch
it
was
quite
the
contrary
.
Just
as
he
liked
and
praised
a
country
life
in
comparison
with
the
life
he
did
not
like
,
so
too
he
liked
the
peasantry
in
contradistinction
to
the
class
of
men
he
did
not
like
,
and
so
too
he
knew
the
peasantry
as
something
distinct
from
and
opposed
to
men
generally
.
In
his
methodical
brain
there
were
distinctly
formulated
certain
aspects
of
peasant
life
,
deduced
partly
from
that
life
itself
,
but
chiefly
from
contrast
with
other
modes
of
life
.
He
never
changed
his
opinion
of
the
peasantry
and
his
sympathetic
attitude
towards
them
.
In
the
discussions
that
arose
between
the
brothers
on
their
views
of
the
peasantry
,
Sergey
Ivanovitch
always
got
the
better
of
his
brother
,
precisely
because
Sergey
Ivanovitch
had
definite
ideas
about
the
peasant
—
his
character
,
his
qualities
,
and
his
tastes
.
Konstantin
Levin
had
no
definite
and
unalterable
idea
on
the
subject
,
and
so
in
their
arguments
Konstantin
was
readily
convicted
of
contradicting
himself
.
In
Sergey
Ivanovitch
’
s
eyes
his
younger
brother
was
a
capital
fellow
,
with
his
heart
in
the
right
place
(
as
he
expressed
it
in
French
)
,
but
with
a
mind
which
,
though
fairly
quick
,
was
too
much
influenced
by
the
impressions
of
the
moment
,
and
consequently
filled
with
contradictions
.
With
all
the
condescension
of
an
elder
brother
he
sometimes
explained
to
him
the
true
import
of
things
,
but
he
derived
little
satisfaction
from
arguing
with
him
because
he
got
the
better
of
him
too
easily
.
Konstantin
Levin
regarded
his
brother
as
a
man
of
immense
intellect
and
culture
,
as
generous
in
the
highest
sense
of
the
word
,
and
possessed
of
a
special
faculty
for
working
for
the
public
good
.
But
in
the
depths
of
his
heart
,
the
older
he
became
,
and
the
more
intimately
he
knew
his
brother
,
the
more
and
more
frequently
the
thought
struck
him
that
this
faculty
of
working
for
the
public
good
,
of
which
he
felt
himself
utterly
devoid
,
was
possibly
not
so
much
a
quality
as
a
lack
of
something
—
not
a
lack
of
good
,
honest
,
noble
desires
and
tastes
,
but
a
lack
of
vital
force
,
of
what
is
called
heart
,
of
that
impulse
which
drives
a
man
to
choose
someone
out
of
the
innumerable
paths
of
life
,
and
to
care
only
for
that
one
.
The
better
he
knew
his
brother
,
the
more
he
noticed
that
Sergey
Ivanovitch
,
and
many
other
people
who
worked
for
the
public
welfare
,
were
not
led
by
an
impulse
of
the
heart
to
care
for
the
public
good
,
but
reasoned
from
intellectual
considerations
that
it
was
a
right
thing
to
take
interest
in
public
affairs
,
and
consequently
took
interest
in
them
.
Levin
was
confirmed
in
this
generalization
by
observing
that
his
brother
did
not
take
questions
affecting
the
public
welfare
or
the
question
of
the
immortality
of
the
soul
a
bit
more
to
heart
than
he
did
chess
problems
,
or
the
ingenious
construction
of
a
new
machine
.
Besides
this
,
Konstantin
Levin
was
not
at
his
ease
with
his
brother
,
because
in
summer
in
the
country
Levin
was
continually
busy
with
work
on
the
land
,
and
the
long
summer
day
was
not
long
enough
for
him
to
get
through
all
he
had
to
do
,
while
Sergey
Ivanovitch
was
taking
a
holiday
.
But
though
he
was
taking
a
holiday
now
,
that
is
to
say
,
he
was
doing
no
writing
,
he
was
so
used
to
intellectual
activity
that
he
liked
to
put
into
concise
and
eloquent
shape
the
ideas
that
occurred
to
him
,
and
liked
to
have
someone
to
listen
to
him
.
His
most
usual
and
natural
listener
was
his
brother
.
And
so
in
spite
of
the
friendliness
and
directness
of
their
relations
,
Konstantin
felt
an
awkwardness
in
leaving
him
alone
.
Sergey
Ivanovitch
liked
to
stretch
himself
on
the
grass
in
the
sun
,
and
to
lie
so
,
basking
and
chatting
lazily
.
“
You
wouldn
’
t
believe
,
”
he
would
say
to
his
brother
,
“
what
a
pleasure
this
rural
laziness
is
to
me
Not
an
idea
in
one
’
s
brain
,
as
empty
as
a
drum
!
”
But
Konstantin
Levin
found
it
dull
sitting
and
listening
to
him
,
especially
when
he
knew
that
while
he
was
away
they
would
be
carting
dung
onto
the
fields
not
ploughed
ready
for
it
,
and
heaping
it
all
up
anyhow
;
and
would
not
screw
the
shares
in
the
ploughs
,
but
would
let
them
come
off
and
then
say
that
the
new
ploughs
were
a
silly
invention
,
and
there
was
nothing
like
the
old
Andreevna
plough
,
and
so
on
.
