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For
a
long
while
Levin
could
not
get
to
sleep
.
He
heard
the
horses
munching
hay
,
then
he
heard
the
peasant
and
his
elder
boy
getting
ready
for
the
night
,
and
going
off
for
the
night
watch
with
the
beasts
,
then
he
heard
the
soldier
arranging
his
bed
on
the
other
side
of
the
barn
,
with
his
nephew
,
the
younger
son
of
their
peasant
host
He
heard
the
boy
in
his
shrill
little
voice
telling
his
uncle
what
he
thought
about
the
dogs
,
who
seemed
to
him
huge
and
terrible
creatures
,
and
asking
what
the
dogs
were
going
to
hunt
next
day
,
and
the
soldier
in
a
husky
,
sleepy
voice
,
telling
him
the
sportsmen
were
going
in
the
morning
to
the
marsh
,
and
would
shoot
with
their
guns
;
and
then
,
to
check
the
boy
’
s
questions
,
he
said
,
“
Go
to
sleep
,
Vaska
;
go
to
sleep
,
or
you
’
ll
catch
it
,
”
and
soon
after
he
began
snoring
himself
,
and
everything
was
still
.
He
could
only
hear
the
snort
of
the
horses
,
and
the
guttural
cry
of
a
snipe
.
“
Is
it
really
only
negative
?
”
he
repeated
to
himself
.
“
Well
,
what
of
it
?
It
’
s
not
my
fault
.
”
And
he
began
thinking
about
the
next
day
.
“
Tomorrow
I
’
ll
go
out
early
,
and
I
’
ll
make
a
point
of
keeping
cool
.
There
are
lots
of
snipe
;
and
there
are
grouse
too
.
When
I
come
back
there
’
ll
be
the
note
from
Kitty
.
Yes
,
Stiva
may
be
right
,
I
’
m
not
manly
with
her
,
I
’
m
tied
to
her
apron
-
strings
.
.
.
.
Well
,
it
can
’
t
be
helped
!
Negative
again
.
.
.
.
”
Half
asleep
,
he
heard
the
laughter
and
mirthful
talk
of
Veslovsky
and
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
.
For
an
instant
he
opened
his
eyes
:
the
moon
was
up
,
and
in
the
open
doorway
,
brightly
lighted
up
by
the
moonlight
,
they
were
standing
talking
.
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
was
saying
something
of
the
freshness
of
one
girl
,
comparing
her
to
a
freshly
peeled
nut
,
and
Veslovsky
with
his
infectious
laugh
was
repeating
some
words
,
probably
said
to
him
by
a
peasant
:
“
Ah
,
you
do
your
best
to
get
round
her
!
”
Levin
,
half
asleep
,
said
:
“
Gentlemen
,
tomorrow
before
daylight
!
”
and
fell
asleep
.
Waking
up
at
earliest
dawn
,
Levin
tried
to
wake
his
companions
.
Vassenka
,
lying
on
his
stomach
,
with
one
leg
in
a
stocking
thrust
out
,
was
sleeping
so
soundly
that
he
could
elicit
no
response
.
Oblonsky
,
half
asleep
,
declined
to
get
up
so
early
.
Even
Laska
,
who
was
asleep
,
curled
up
in
the
hay
,
got
up
unwillingly
,
and
lazily
stretched
out
and
straightened
her
hind
legs
one
after
the
other
.
Getting
on
his
boots
and
stockings
,
taking
his
gun
,
and
carefully
opening
the
creaking
door
of
the
barn
,
Levin
went
out
into
the
road
.
The
coachmen
were
sleeping
in
their
carriages
,
the
horses
were
dozing
.
Only
one
was
lazily
eating
oats
,
dipping
its
nose
into
the
manger
.
It
was
still
gray
out
-
of
-
doors
.
“
Why
are
you
up
so
early
,
my
dear
?
”
the
old
woman
,
their
hostess
,
said
,
coming
out
of
the
hut
and
addressing
him
affectionately
as
an
old
friend
.
“
Going
shooting
,
granny
.
Do
I
go
this
way
to
the
marsh
?
”
“
Straight
out
at
the
back
;
by
our
threshing
floor
,
my
dear
,
and
hemp
patches
;
there
’
s
a
little
footpath
.
”
Stepping
carefully
with
her
sunburnt
,
bare
feet
,
the
old
woman
conducted
Levin
,
and
moved
back
the
fence
for
him
by
the
threshing
floor
.
