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“
Children
indeed
!
Why
,
for
over
a
year
he
was
innocent
as
a
babe
himself
,
and
bashful
too
,
”
answered
the
old
man
.
“
Well
,
the
hay
!
It
’
s
as
fragrant
as
tea
!
”
he
repeated
,
wishing
to
change
the
subject
.
Levin
looked
more
attentively
at
Ivan
Parmenov
and
his
wife
.
They
were
loading
a
haycock
onto
the
cart
not
far
from
him
.
Ivan
Parmenov
was
standing
on
the
cart
,
taking
,
laying
in
place
,
and
stamping
down
the
huge
bundles
of
hay
,
which
his
pretty
young
wife
deftly
handed
up
to
him
,
at
first
in
armfuls
,
and
then
on
the
pitchfork
.
The
young
wife
worked
easily
,
merrily
,
and
dexterously
.
The
close
-
packed
hay
did
not
once
break
away
off
her
fork
.
First
she
gathered
it
together
,
stuck
the
fork
into
it
,
then
with
a
rapid
,
supple
movement
leaned
the
whole
weight
of
her
body
on
it
,
and
at
once
with
a
bend
of
her
back
under
the
red
belt
she
drew
herself
up
,
and
arching
her
full
bosom
under
the
white
smock
,
with
a
smart
turn
swung
the
fork
in
her
arms
,
and
flung
the
bundle
of
hay
high
onto
the
cart
.
Ivan
,
obviously
doing
his
best
to
save
her
every
minute
of
unnecessary
labor
,
made
haste
,
opening
his
arms
to
clutch
the
bundle
and
lay
it
in
the
cart
As
she
raked
together
what
was
left
of
the
hay
,
the
young
wife
shook
off
the
bits
of
hay
that
had
fallen
on
her
neck
,
and
straightening
the
red
kerchief
that
had
dropped
forward
over
her
white
brow
,
not
browned
like
her
face
by
the
sun
,
she
crept
under
the
cart
to
tie
up
the
load
.
Ivan
directed
her
how
to
fasten
the
cord
to
the
cross
-
piece
,
and
at
something
she
said
he
laughed
aloud
.
In
the
expressions
of
both
faces
was
to
be
seen
vigorous
,
young
,
freshly
awakened
love
.
The
load
was
tied
on
.
Ivan
jumped
down
and
took
the
quiet
,
sleek
horse
by
the
bridle
.
The
young
wife
flung
the
rake
up
on
the
load
,
and
with
a
bold
step
,
swinging
her
arms
,
she
went
to
join
the
women
,
who
were
forming
a
ring
for
the
haymakers
’
dance
.
Ivan
drove
off
to
the
road
and
fell
into
line
with
the
other
loaded
carts
.
The
peasant
women
,
with
their
rakes
on
their
shoulders
,
gay
with
bright
flowers
,
and
chattering
with
ringing
,
merry
voices
,
walked
behind
the
hay
cart
.
One
wild
untrained
female
voice
broke
into
a
song
,
and
sang
it
alone
through
a
verse
,
and
then
the
same
verse
was
taken
up
and
repeated
by
half
a
hundred
strong
healthy
voices
,
of
all
sorts
,
coarse
and
fine
,
singing
in
unison
.
The
women
,
all
singing
,
began
to
come
close
to
Levin
,
and
he
felt
as
though
a
storm
were
swooping
down
upon
him
with
a
thunder
of
merriment
.
The
storm
swooped
down
,
enveloped
him
and
the
haycock
on
which
he
was
lying
,
and
the
other
haycocks
,
and
the
wagon
-
loads
,
and
the
whole
meadow
and
distant
fields
all
seemed
to
be
shaking
and
singing
to
the
measures
of
this
wild
merry
song
with
its
shouts
and
whistles
and
clapping
.
Levin
felt
envious
of
this
health
and
mirthfulness
;
he
longed
to
take
part
in
the
expression
of
this
joy
of
life
.
But
he
could
do
nothing
,
and
had
to
lie
and
look
on
and
listen
.
When
the
peasants
,
with
their
singing
,
had
vanished
out
of
sight
and
hearing
,
a
weary
feeling
of
despondency
at
his
own
isolation
,
his
physical
inactivity
,
his
alienation
from
this
world
,
came
over
Levin
.
Some
of
the
very
peasants
who
had
been
most
active
in
wrangling
with
him
over
the
hay
,
some
whom
he
had
treated
with
contumely
,
and
who
had
tried
to
cheat
him
,
those
very
peasants
had
greeted
him
good
-
humoredly
,
and
evidently
had
not
,
were
incapable
of
having
any
feeling
of
rancor
against
him
,
any
regret
,
any
recollection
even
of
having
tried
to
deceive
him
.
All
that
was
drowned
in
a
sea
of
merry
common
labor
.
God
gave
the
day
,
God
gave
the
strength
.
And
the
day
and
the
strength
were
consecrated
to
labor
,
and
that
labor
was
its
own
reward
.
For
whom
the
labor
?
What
would
be
its
fruits
?
These
were
idle
considerations
—
beside
the
point
.
Often
Levin
had
admired
this
life
,
often
he
had
a
sense
of
envy
of
the
men
who
led
this
life
;
but
today
for
the
first
time
,
especially
under
the
influence
of
what
he
had
seen
in
the
attitude
of
Ivan
Parmenov
to
his
young
wife
,
the
idea
presented
itself
definitely
to
his
mind
that
it
was
in
his
power
to
exchange
the
dreary
,
artificial
,
idle
,
and
individualistic
life
he
was
leading
for
this
laborious
,
pure
,
and
socially
delightful
life
.
The
old
man
who
had
been
sitting
beside
him
had
long
ago
gone
home
;
the
people
had
all
separated
.
Those
who
lived
near
had
gone
home
,
while
those
who
came
from
far
were
gathered
into
a
group
for
supper
,
and
to
spend
the
night
in
the
meadow
.
Levin
,
unobserved
by
the
peasants
,
still
lay
on
the
haycock
,
and
still
looked
on
and
listened
and
mused
.
The
peasants
who
remained
for
the
night
in
the
meadow
scarcely
slept
all
the
short
summer
night
.
At
first
there
was
the
sound
of
merry
talk
and
laughing
all
together
over
the
supper
,
then
singing
again
and
laughter
.
All
the
long
day
of
toil
had
left
no
trace
in
them
but
lightness
of
heart
.
Before
the
early
dawn
all
was
hushed
.
Nothing
was
to
be
heard
but
the
night
sounds
of
the
frogs
that
never
ceased
in
the
marsh
,
and
the
horses
snorting
in
the
mist
that
rose
over
the
meadow
before
the
morning
.
Rousing
himself
,
Levin
got
up
from
the
haycock
,
and
looking
at
the
stars
,
he
saw
that
the
night
was
over
.
“
Well
,
what
am
I
going
to
do
?
How
am
I
to
set
about
it
?
”
he
said
to
himself
,
trying
to
express
to
himself
all
the
thoughts
and
feelings
he
had
passed
through
in
that
brief
night
.
All
the
thoughts
and
feelings
he
had
passed
through
fell
into
three
separate
trains
of
thought
.
One
was
the
renunciation
of
his
old
life
,
of
his
utterly
useless
education
.
This
renunciation
gave
him
satisfaction
,
and
was
easy
and
simple
.
Another
series
of
thoughts
and
mental
images
related
to
the
life
he
longed
to
live
now
.
The
simplicity
,
the
purity
,
the
sanity
of
this
life
he
felt
clearly
,
and
he
was
convinced
he
would
find
in
it
the
content
,
the
peace
,
and
the
dignity
,
of
the
lack
of
which
he
was
so
miserably
conscious
.
But
a
third
series
of
ideas
turned
upon
the
question
how
to
effect
this
transition
from
the
old
life
to
the
new
.
And
there
nothing
took
clear
shape
for
him
.
“
Have
a
wife
?
Have
work
and
the
necessity
of
work
?
Leave
Pokrovskoe
?
Buy
land
?
Become
a
member
of
a
peasant
community
?
Marry
a
peasant
girl
?
How
am
I
to
set
about
it
?
”
he
asked
himself
again
,
and
could
not
find
an
answer
.
“
I
haven
’
t
slept
all
night
,
though
,
and
I
can
’
t
think
it
out
clearly
,
”
he
said
to
himself
.
“
I
’
ll
work
it
out
later
.
