Анна Кареніна

Chapter 11

           

           “Who’sthat?Yourson?”askedLevin.

           “Mybaby,”saidtheoldmanwithatendersmile.

           “Whatafinefellow!”

           “Thelad’sallright.”

           “Marriedalready?”

           “Yes,it’stwoyearslastSt.Philip’sday.”

           “Anychildren?”

           “Childrenindeed!Why,foroverayearhewasinnocentasababehimself,andbashfultoo,”answeredtheoldman.“Well,thehay!It’sasfragrantastea!”herepeated,wishingtochangethesubject.

           LevinlookedmoreattentivelyatIvanParmenovandhiswife.Theywereloadingahaycockontothecartnotfarfromhim.IvanParmenovwasstandingonthecart,taking,layinginplace,andstampingdownthehugebundlesofhay,whichhisprettyyoungwifedeftlyhandeduptohim,atfirstinarmfuls,andthenonthepitchfork.Theyoungwifeworkedeasily,merrily,anddexterously.Theclose-packedhaydidnotoncebreakawayoffherfork.Firstshegatheredittogether,stucktheforkintoit,thenwitharapid,supplemovementleanedthewholeweightofherbodyonit,andatoncewithabendofherbackundertheredbeltshedrewherselfup,andarchingherfullbosomunderthewhitesmock,withasmartturnswungtheforkinherarms,andflungthebundleofhayhighontothecart.Ivan,obviouslydoinghisbesttosavehereveryminuteofunnecessarylabor,madehaste,openinghisarmstoclutchthebundleandlayitinthecart

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