"I'll try not to let it go," he said, taking his stand behind

Tit, and waiting for the time to begin.

"Mind'ee," repeated the old man.

Tit made room, and Levin started behind him. The grass was short

close to the road, and Levin, who had not done any mowing for a

long while, and was disconcerted by the eyes fastened upon him,

cut badly for the first moments, though he swung his scythe

vigorously. Behind him he heard voices: "It's not set right; handle's too high; see how he has to stoop

to it," said one.

"Press more on the heel," said another.

"Never mind, he'll get on all right," the old man resumed.

"He's made a start.... You swing it too wide, you'll tire

yourself out.... The master, sure, does his best for himself!

But see the grass missed out! For such work us fellows would

catch it!"

The grass became softer, and Levin, listening without answering,

followed Tit, trying to do the best he could. They moved a

hundred paces. Tit kept moving on, without stopping, not showing

the slightest weariness, but Levin was already beginning to be

afraid he would not be able to keep it up: he was so tired.

He felt as he swung his scythe that he was at the very end of his

strength, and was making up his mind to ask Tit to stop. But at

that very moment Tit stopped of his own accord, and stooping down

picked up some grass, rubbed his scythe, and began whetting it.

Levin straightened himself, and drawing a deep breath looked

round. Behind him came a peasant, and he too was evidently

tired, for he stopped at once without waiting to mow up to Levin,

and began whetting his scythe. Tit sharpened his scythe and

Levin's, and they went on. The next time it was just the same.

Tit moved on with sweep after sweep of his scythe, not stopping

nor showing signs of weariness. Levin followed him, trying not to

get left behind, and he found it harder and harder: the moment

came when he felt he had no strength left, but at that very

moment Tit stopped and whetted the scythes.

So they mowed the first row. And this long row seemed

particularly hard work to Levin; but when the end was reached and

Tit, shouldering his scythe, began with deliberate stride

returning on the tracks left by his heels in the cut grass, and

Levin walked back in the same way over the space he had cut, in

spite of the sweat that ran in streams over his face and fell in

drops down his nose, and drenched his back as though he had been

soaked in water, he felt very happy. What delighted him

particularly was that now he knew he would be able to hold out.




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