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And
on
reaching
the
stream
the
mowers
moved
off
across
the
lines
of
cut
grass
towards
their
pile
of
coats
,
where
the
children
who
had
brought
their
dinners
were
sitting
waiting
for
them
.
The
peasants
gathered
into
groups
—
those
further
away
under
a
cart
,
those
nearer
under
a
willow
bush
.
Levin
sat
down
by
them
;
he
felt
disinclined
to
go
away
.
All
constraint
with
the
master
had
disappeared
long
ago
.
The
peasants
got
ready
for
dinner
.
Some
washed
,
the
young
lads
bathed
in
the
stream
,
others
made
a
place
comfortable
for
a
rest
,
untied
their
sacks
of
bread
,
and
uncovered
the
pitchers
of
rye
-
beer
.
The
old
man
crumbled
up
some
bread
in
a
cup
,
stirred
it
with
the
handle
of
a
spoon
,
poured
water
on
it
from
the
dipper
,
broke
up
some
more
bread
,
and
having
seasoned
it
with
salt
,
he
turned
to
the
east
to
say
his
prayer
.
“
Come
,
master
,
taste
my
sop
,
”
said
he
,
kneeling
down
before
the
cup
.
The
sop
was
so
good
that
Levin
gave
up
the
idea
of
going
home
.
He
dined
with
the
old
man
,
and
talked
to
him
about
his
family
affairs
,
taking
the
keenest
interest
in
them
,
and
told
him
about
his
own
affairs
and
all
the
circumstances
that
could
be
of
interest
to
the
old
man
.
He
felt
much
nearer
to
him
than
to
his
brother
,
and
could
not
help
smiling
at
the
affection
he
felt
for
this
man
.
When
the
old
man
got
up
again
,
said
his
prayer
,
and
lay
down
under
a
bush
,
putting
some
grass
under
his
head
for
a
pillow
,
Levin
did
the
same
,
and
in
spite
of
the
clinging
flies
that
were
so
persistent
in
the
sunshine
,
and
the
midges
that
tickled
his
hot
face
and
body
,
he
fell
asleep
at
once
and
only
waked
when
the
sun
had
passed
to
the
other
side
of
the
bush
and
reached
him
.
The
old
man
had
been
awake
a
long
while
,
and
was
sitting
up
whetting
the
scythes
of
the
younger
lads
.
Levin
looked
about
him
and
hardly
recognized
the
place
,
everything
was
so
changed
.
The
immense
stretch
of
meadow
had
been
mown
and
was
sparkling
with
a
peculiar
fresh
brilliance
,
with
its
lines
of
already
sweet
-
smelling
grass
in
the
slanting
rays
of
the
evening
sun
.
And
the
bushes
about
the
river
had
been
cut
down
,
and
the
river
itself
,
not
visible
before
,
now
gleaming
like
steel
in
its
bends
,
and
the
moving
,
ascending
,
peasants
,
and
the
sharp
wall
of
grass
of
the
unmown
part
of
the
meadow
,
and
the
hawks
hovering
over
the
stripped
meadow
—
all
was
perfectly
new
.
Raising
himself
,
Levin
began
considering
how
much
had
been
cut
and
how
much
more
could
still
be
done
that
day
.
The
work
done
was
exceptionally
much
for
forty
-
two
men
.
They
had
cut
the
whole
of
the
big
meadow
,
which
had
,
in
the
years
of
serf
labor
,
taken
thirty
scythes
two
days
to
mow
.
Only
the
corners
remained
to
do
,
where
the
rows
were
short
.
But
Levin
felt
a
longing
to
get
as
much
mowing
done
that
day
as
possible
,
and
was
vexed
with
the
sun
sinking
so
quickly
in
the
sky
.
He
felt
no
weariness
;
all
he
wanted
was
to
get
his
work
done
more
and
more
quickly
and
as
much
done
as
possible
.
“
Could
you
cut
Mashkin
Upland
too
?
—
what
do
you
think
?
”
he
said
to
the
old
man
.
“
As
God
wills
,
the
sun
’
s
not
high
.
A
little
vodka
for
the
lads
?
”
