Анна Кареніна

Chapter 13

           

           “Youcan’tgetacrossthestreams,KonstantinDmitrievitch,”thecoachmanshouted.

           “Allright,I’llgobytheforest.”

           AndLevinrodethroughtheslushofthefarmyardtothegateandoutintotheopencountry,hisgoodlittlehorse,afterhislonginactivity,steppingoutgallantly,snortingoverthepools,andasking,asitwere,forguidance.IfLevinhadfelthappybeforeinthecattlepensandfarmyard,hefelthappieryetintheopencountry.Swayingrhythmicallywiththeamblingpacesofhisgoodlittlecob,drinkinginthewarmyetfreshscentofthesnowandtheair,asherodethroughhisforestoverthecrumbling,wastedsnow,stillleftinparts,andcoveredwithdissolvingtracks,herejoicedovereverytree,withthemossrevivingonitsbarkandthebudsswellingonitsshoots.Whenhecameoutoftheforest,intheimmenseplainbeforehim,hisgrassfieldsstretchedinanunbrokencarpetofgreen,withoutonebareplaceorswamp,onlyspottedhereandthereinthehollowswithpatchesofmeltingsnow.Hewasnotputoutoftemperevenbythesightofthepeasants’horsesandcoltstramplingdownhisyounggrass(hetoldapeasanthemettodrivethemout),norbythesarcasticandstupidreplyofthepeasantIpat,whomhemetontheway,andasked,“Well,Ipat,shallwesoonbesowing?”“Wemustgettheploughingdonefirst,KonstantinDmitrievitch,”answeredIpat.

Зміст книги
Налаштування
Фон сторінки
Розмір шрифту
Міжрядковий інтервал
Фразові дієслова
Показати / Приховати меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Сторінка 262 з 1375