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The
grass
became
softer
,
and
Levin
,
listening
without
answering
,
followed
Tit
,
trying
to
do
the
best
he
could
.
They
moved
a
hundred
paces
.
Tit
kept
moving
on
,
without
stopping
,
not
showing
the
slightest
weariness
,
but
Levin
was
already
beginning
to
be
afraid
he
would
not
be
able
to
keep
it
up
:
he
was
so
tired
.
He
felt
as
he
swung
his
scythe
that
he
was
at
the
very
end
of
his
strength
,
and
was
making
up
his
mind
to
ask
Tit
to
stop
.
But
at
that
very
moment
Tit
stopped
of
his
own
accord
,
and
stooping
down
picked
up
some
grass
,
rubbed
his
scythe
,
and
began
whetting
it
.
Levin
straightened
himself
,
and
drawing
a
deep
breath
looked
round
.
Behind
him
came
a
peasant
,
and
he
too
was
evidently
tired
,
for
he
stopped
at
once
without
waiting
to
mow
up
to
Levin
,
and
began
whetting
his
scythe
.
Tit
sharpened
his
scythe
and
Levin
’
s
,
and
they
went
on
.
The
next
time
it
was
just
the
same
.
Tit
moved
on
with
sweep
after
sweep
of
his
scythe
,
not
stopping
nor
showing
signs
of
weariness
.
Levin
followed
him
,
trying
not
to
get
left
behind
,
and
he
found
it
harder
and
harder
:
the
moment
came
when
he
felt
he
had
no
strength
left
,
but
at
that
very
moment
Tit
stopped
and
whetted
the
scythes
.
So
they
mowed
the
first
row
.
And
this
long
row
seemed
particularly
hard
work
to
Levin
;
but
when
the
end
was
reached
and
Tit
,
shouldering
his
scythe
,
began
with
deliberate
stride
returning
on
the
tracks
left
by
his
heels
in
the
cut
grass
,
and
Levin
walked
back
in
the
same
way
over
the
space
he
had
cut
,
in
spite
of
the
sweat
that
ran
in
streams
over
his
face
and
fell
in
drops
down
his
nose
,
and
drenched
his
back
as
though
he
had
been
soaked
in
water
,
he
felt
very
happy
.
What
delighted
him
particularly
was
that
now
he
knew
he
would
be
able
to
hold
out
.
His
pleasure
was
only
disturbed
by
his
row
not
being
well
cut
.
“
I
will
swing
less
with
my
arm
and
more
with
my
whole
body
,
”
he
thought
,
comparing
Tit
’
s
row
,
which
looked
as
if
it
had
been
cut
with
a
line
,
with
his
own
unevenly
and
irregularly
lying
grass
.
The
first
row
,
as
Levin
noticed
,
Tit
had
mowed
specially
quickly
,
probably
wishing
to
put
his
master
to
the
test
,
and
the
row
happened
to
be
a
long
one
.
The
next
rows
were
easier
,
but
still
Levin
had
to
strain
every
nerve
not
to
drop
behind
the
peasants
.
He
thought
of
nothing
,
wished
for
nothing
,
but
not
to
be
left
behind
the
peasants
,
and
to
do
his
work
as
well
as
possible
.
He
heard
nothing
but
the
swish
of
scythes
,
and
saw
before
him
Tit
’
s
upright
figure
mowing
away
,
the
crescent
-
shaped
curve
of
the
cut
grass
,
the
grass
and
flower
heads
slowly
and
rhythmically
falling
before
the
blade
of
his
scythe
,
and
ahead
of
him
the
end
of
the
row
,
where
would
come
the
rest
.
Suddenly
,
in
the
midst
of
his
toil
,
without
understanding
what
it
was
or
whence
it
came
,
he
felt
a
pleasant
sensation
of
chill
on
his
hot
,
moist
shoulders
.
He
glanced
at
the
sky
in
the
interval
for
whetting
the
scythes
.
A
heavy
,
lowering
storm
cloud
had
blown
up
,
and
big
raindrops
were
falling
.
Some
of
the
peasants
went
to
their
coats
and
put
them
on
;
others
—
just
like
Levin
himself
—
merely
shrugged
their
shoulders
,
enjoying
the
pleasant
coolness
of
it
.
Another
row
,
and
yet
another
row
,
followed
—
long
rows
and
short
rows
,
with
good
grass
and
with
poor
grass
.
Levin
lost
all
sense
of
time
,
and
could
not
have
told
whether
it
was
late
or
early
now
.
A
change
began
to
come
over
his
work
,
which
gave
him
immense
satisfaction
.
In
the
midst
of
his
toil
there
were
moments
during
which
he
forgot
what
he
was
doing
,
and
it
came
all
easy
to
him
,
and
at
those
same
moments
his
row
was
almost
as
smooth
and
well
cut
as
Tit
’
s
.
But
so
soon
as
he
recollected
what
he
was
doing
,
and
began
trying
to
do
better
,
he
was
at
once
conscious
of
all
the
difficulty
of
his
task
,
and
the
row
was
badly
mown
On
finishing
yet
another
row
he
would
have
gone
back
to
the
top
of
the
meadow
again
to
begin
the
next
,
but
Tit
stopped
,
and
going
up
to
the
old
man
said
something
in
a
low
voice
to
him
.
They
both
looked
at
the
sun
.
“
What
are
they
talking
about
,
and
why
doesn
’
t
he
go
back
?
”
thought
Levin
,
not
guessing
that
the
peasants
had
been
mowing
no
less
than
four
hours
without
stopping
,
and
it
was
time
for
their
lunch
.
