Анна Кареніна

Chapter 4

           

           Onfinishingyetanotherrowhewouldhavegonebacktothetopofthemeadowagaintobeginthenext,butTitstopped,andgoinguptotheoldmansaidsomethinginalowvoicetohim.Theybothlookedatthesun.“Whataretheytalkingabout,andwhydoesn’thegoback?”thoughtLevin,notguessingthatthepeasantshadbeenmowingnolessthanfourhourswithoutstopping,anditwastimefortheirlunch.

           “Lunch,sir,”saidtheoldman.

           “Isitreallytime?That’sright;lunch,then.”

           LevingavehisscythetoTit,andtogetherwiththepeasants,whowerecrossingthelongstretchofmowngrass,slightlysprinkledwithrain,togettheirbreadfromtheheapofcoats,hewenttowardshishouse.Onlythenhesuddenlyawoketothefactthathehadbeenwrongabouttheweatherandtherainwasdrenchinghishay.

           “Thehaywillbespoiled,”hesaid.

           “Notabitofit,sir;mowintherain,andyou’llrakeinfineweather!”saidtheoldman.

           Levinuntiedhishorseandrodehometohiscoffee.SergeyIvanovitchwasonlyjustgettingup.Whenhehaddrunkhiscoffee,LevinrodebackagaintothemowingbeforeSergeyIvanovitchhadhadtimetodressandcomedowntothedining-room.

           

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