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Trying
to
make
his
movements
as
deliberate
as
possible
,
and
listening
to
the
bees
that
buzzed
more
and
more
frequently
past
him
,
he
walked
along
the
little
path
to
the
hut
.
In
the
very
entry
one
bee
hummed
angrily
,
caught
in
his
beard
,
but
he
carefully
extricated
it
.
Going
into
the
shady
outer
room
,
he
took
down
from
the
wall
his
veil
,
that
hung
on
a
peg
,
and
putting
it
on
,
and
thrusting
his
hands
into
his
pockets
,
he
went
into
the
fenced
-
in
bee
-
garden
,
where
there
stood
in
the
midst
of
a
closely
mown
space
in
regular
rows
,
fastened
with
bast
on
posts
,
all
the
hives
he
knew
so
well
,
the
old
stocks
,
each
with
its
own
history
,
and
along
the
fences
the
younger
swarms
hived
that
year
.
In
front
of
the
openings
of
the
hives
,
it
made
his
eyes
giddy
to
watch
the
bees
and
drones
whirling
round
and
round
about
the
same
spot
,
while
among
them
the
working
bees
flew
in
and
out
with
spoils
or
in
search
of
them
,
always
in
the
same
direction
into
the
wood
to
the
flowering
lime
trees
and
back
to
the
hives
His
ears
were
filled
with
the
incessant
hum
in
various
notes
,
now
the
busy
hum
of
the
working
bee
flying
quickly
off
,
then
the
blaring
of
the
lazy
drone
,
and
the
excited
buzz
of
the
bees
on
guard
protecting
their
property
from
the
enemy
and
preparing
to
sting
.
On
the
farther
side
of
the
fence
the
old
bee
-
keeper
was
shaving
a
hoop
for
a
tub
,
and
he
did
not
see
Levin
.
Levin
stood
still
in
the
midst
of
the
beehives
and
did
not
call
him
.
He
was
glad
of
a
chance
to
be
alone
to
recover
from
the
influence
of
ordinary
actual
life
,
which
had
already
depressed
his
happy
mood
.
He
thought
that
he
had
already
had
time
to
lose
his
temper
with
Ivan
,
to
show
coolness
to
his
brother
,
and
to
talk
flippantly
with
Katavasov
.
“
Can
it
have
been
only
a
momentary
mood
,
and
will
it
pass
and
leave
no
trace
?
”
he
thought
.
But
the
same
instant
,
going
back
to
his
mood
,
he
felt
with
delight
that
something
new
and
important
had
happened
to
him
.
Real
life
had
only
for
a
time
overcast
the
spiritual
peace
he
had
found
,
but
it
was
still
untouched
within
him
.
Just
as
the
bees
,
whirling
round
him
,
now
menacing
him
and
distracting
his
attention
,
prevented
him
from
enjoying
complete
physical
peace
,
forced
him
to
restrain
his
movements
to
avoid
them
,
so
had
the
petty
cares
that
had
swarmed
about
him
from
the
moment
he
got
into
the
trap
restricted
his
spiritual
freedom
;
but
that
lasted
only
so
long
as
he
was
among
them
.
Just
as
his
bodily
strength
was
still
unaffected
,
in
spite
of
the
bees
,
so
too
was
the
spiritual
strength
that
he
had
just
become
aware
of
.
“
Do
you
know
,
Kostya
,
with
whom
Sergey
Ivanovitch
traveled
on
his
way
here
?
”
said
Dolly
,
doling
out
cucumbers
and
honey
to
the
children
;
“
with
Vronsky
!
He
’
s
going
to
Servia
.
”
“
And
not
alone
;
he
’
s
taking
a
squadron
out
with
him
at
his
own
expense
,
”
said
Katavasov
.
“
That
’
s
the
right
thing
for
him
,
”
said
Levin
.
“
Are
volunteers
still
going
out
then
?
”
he
added
,
glancing
at
Sergey
Ivanovitch
.
Sergey
Ivanovitch
did
not
answer
.
He
was
carefully
with
a
blunt
knife
getting
a
live
bee
covered
with
sticky
honey
out
of
a
cup
full
of
white
honeycomb
.
“
I
should
think
so
!
You
should
have
seen
what
was
going
on
at
the
station
yesterday
!
”
said
Katavasov
,
biting
with
a
juicy
sound
into
a
cucumber
.
