| PART 3
Chapter 2
 (continued)"No, indeed, Konstantin Mitritch!  All we can do to keep our own!
 This is the second swarm that has flown away....  Luckily the
 lads caught them.  They were ploughing your field.  They unyoked
 the horses and galloped after them." "Well, what do you say, Fomitch--start mowing or wait a bit?" "Eh, well.  Our way's to wait till St. Peter's Day.  But you
 always mow sooner.  Well, to be sure, please God, the hay's good.
 There'll be plenty for the beasts." "What do you think about the weather?" "That's in God's hands.  Maybe it will be fine." Levin went up to his brother. Sergey Ivanovitch had caught nothing, but he was not bored, and
 seemed in the most cheerful frame of mind.  Levin saw that,
 stimulated by his conversation with the doctor, he wanted to
 talk.  Levin, on the other hand, would have liked to get home as
 soon as possible to give orders about getting together the mowers
 for next day, and to set at rest his doubts about the mowing,
 which greatly absorbed him. "Well, let's be going," he said. "Why be in such a hurry?  Let's stay a little.  But how wet you
 are!  Even though one catches nothing, it's nice.  That's the
 best thing about every part of sport, that one has to do with
 nature.  How exquisite this steely water is!" said Sergey
 Ivanovitch.  "These riverside banks always remind me of the
 riddle--do you know it?  'The grass says to the water:  we
 quiver and we quiver.'" "I don't know the riddle," answered Levin wearily. |