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In the Surovsky district there was neither railway nor mail coach, and Levin drove there with his own horses in his tarantass. .www.ideafutura.co.uk.

He stopped halfway at a well-to-do peasant's to feed his horses. A bald, well-preserved old man, with a broad, red beard, grizzled on his cheeks, opened the gate, squeezing against the gatepost to let the troika pass. Directing the coachman to a place under the shed in the big, clean, tidy new yard, with charred, wooden plows in it, the old man asked Levin to come into the room. A cleanly dressed young housewife, with clogs on her bare feet, was scrubbing the floor in the new outer room. She was frightened by the dog that ran in after Levin, and uttered a shriek, but began laughing at her own fright at once when she was told the dog would not hurt her. Pointing out to Levin with her bare arm the door into the room, she bent down again, hiding her handsome face, and went on scrubbing. .cartier love bracelet replica.

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The room was a big one, with a tile stove, and a partition dividing it into two. Under the icons stood a table painted in patterns, a bench and two chairs. Near the entrance was a dresser full of crockery. The shutters were closed, there were few flies, and it was so clean that Levin was anxious that Laska, who had been running along the road and bathing in puddles, should not muddy the floor, and ordered her to a place in the corner by the door. After looking round the room, Levin went out in the back yard. The comely young housewife in clogs, swinging the empty pails on the yoke, ran on before him to the well for water. .hermes bracelet replica.

`Look sharp, my girl!' the old man shouted after her, good-humoredly, and he walked up to Levin. `Well, sir, are you going to Nikolai Ivanovich Sviiazhsky? He comes to us too,' he began chatting, leaning his elbows on the railing of the steps. In the middle of the old man's account of his acquaintance with Sviiazhsky, the gates creaked again, and laborers came into the yard from the fields, with wooden plows and harrows. The horses harnessed to the plows and harrows were sleek and fat. The laborers were obviously of the household: two were young men in cotton-print shirts and caps, the two others were hired laborers in homespun shirts, one an old man, the other a young fellow. .cartier love bracelet replica.

Moving off from the steps, the old man went up to the horses and began unharnessing them. .Giuseppe Zanotti Replica.

`What have they been plowing?' asked Levin. .cartier love bracelet replica.

`Plowing up the potatoes. We rent a bit of land too. Fedot, don't let out the gelding, but take it to the trough, and we'll put another in harness.' .Christian Louboutin Outlet.

`Oh, father, about the plowshares I ordered - has he brought them along?' asked the big, robust fellow, obviously the old man's son. .cartier love bracelet replica.

`There... in the sledge,' answered the old man, rolling up the reins he had taken off, and flinging them on the ground. `You can put them right, while they have dinner.' .Christian Louboutin Outlet.

The comely young housewife came into the outer room with the full pails dragging at her shoulders. More women came on the scene from somewhere, young and handsome, middle-aged, old and ugly, with children and without children. .Giuseppe Zanotti Replica.

The samovar was beginning to sing; the laborers and the family, having disposed of the horses, came in to dinner. Levin, getting his provisions out of his carriage, invited the old man to take tea with him. .Cartier Juste Un Clou Replica.

`Well, I have had some today already,' said the old man, obviously accepting the invitation with pleasure. `Well, be it so, for company.' .cartier love ring replica.

Over their tea Levin heard all about the old man's farming. Ten years before the old man had rented a hundred and twenty dessiatinas from the lady who owned them, and a year ago he had bought them and rented another three hundred from a neighboring landowner. A small part of the land - the worst part - he let out for rent, while some forty dessiatinas of arable land he cultivated himself, with his family and two hired laborers. The old man complained that things were going badly. But Levin saw that he simply did so from a feeling of propriety, and that his farm was in a flourishing condition. If it had been unsuccessful he would not have bought land at a hundred and five roubles the dessiatina, he would not have married off his three sons and a nephew, he would not have rebuilt twice after fires, and each time on a larger scale. In spite of the old man's complaints, it was evident that he was proud, and justly proud, of his prosperity, proud of his sons, his nephew, his sons' wives, his horses, and his cows, and especially of the fact that he was keeping all this farming going. From his conversation with the old man, Levin realized he was not averse to new methods either. He had planted a great many potatoes, and his potatoes, as Levin had seen driving past, were already past flowering and beginning to ripen, whereas Levin's were only just coming into flower. He plowed the ground for his potatoes with a modern plow borrowed from a neighboring landowner. He sowed wheat. The trifling fact that, thinning out his rye, the old man used the rye he thinned out for his horses, struck Levin especially. How many times had Levin seen this splendid fodder wasted, and tried to get it saved; but always it had turned out to be impossible. This peasant had done so, and he could not say enough in praise of it as food for the beasts. .cartier love bracelet replica.

`What have the wenches to do? They carry it out in bundles to the roadside, and the cart brings it away.'

`Well, we landowners can't manage well with our laborers,' said Levin, handing him a glass of tea.

`Thanks,' said the old man, and he took the glass, but refused sugar, pointing to a bit he had left. `There's no getting along with them,' said he. `They're simple waste. Look at Sviiazhsky, for instance. We know what the land's like - first-rate; yet there's not much of a crop to boast of. It's not looked after enough - that's all it is!'

`But you work your land with hired laborers?'

`We're all peasants together. We go into everything ourselves. If a man's no use, he can go, and we can manage by ourselves.'

`Father Finogen wants some tar,' said the young woman in the clogs, coming in.

`Yes, yes, that's how it is, sir!' said the old man, getting up, and, crossing himself lingeringly, he thanked Levin and went out.

When Levin went in the kitchen to call his coachman he saw the whole family of men at dinner. The women were standing up waiting on them. The young, robust son was telling something funny, with his mouth full of buckwheat porridge, and they were all laughing - the woman in the clogs, who was pouring cabbage soup into a bowl, laughing most merrily of all.

Very probably the comely face of the young woman in the clogs had a good deal to do with the impression of well-being this peasant household made upon Levin, but the impression was so strong that Levin could never get rid of it. And all the way from the old peasant's to Sviiazhsky's he kept recalling this peasant farm as though there were something in this impression demanding his special attention.

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? Leo Tolstoy


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