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“
What
weather
for
haying
!
What
hay
it
’
ll
be
!
”
said
an
old
man
,
squatting
down
beside
Levin
.
“
It
’
s
tea
,
not
hay
!
It
’
s
like
scattering
grain
to
the
ducks
,
the
way
they
pick
it
up
!
”
he
added
,
pointing
to
the
growing
haycocks
.
“
Since
dinner
time
they
’
ve
carried
a
good
half
of
it
.
”
“
The
last
load
,
eh
?
”
he
shouted
to
a
young
peasant
,
who
drove
by
,
standing
in
the
front
of
an
empty
cart
,
shaking
the
cord
reins
.
“
The
last
,
dad
!
”
the
lad
shouted
back
,
pulling
in
the
horse
,
and
,
smiling
,
he
looked
round
at
a
bright
,
rosy
-
checked
peasant
girl
who
sat
in
the
cart
smiling
too
,
and
drove
on
.
“
Who
’
s
that
?
Your
son
?
”
asked
Levin
.
“
My
baby
,
”
said
the
old
man
with
a
tender
smile
.
“
What
a
fine
fellow
!
”
“
The
lad
’
s
all
right
.
”
“
Married
already
?
”
“
Yes
,
it
’
s
two
years
last
St
.
Philip
’
s
day
.
”
“
Any
children
?
”
