| PART 3
Chapter 26
 (continued)"Yes; I used to teach in it myself, and do teach still, but we
 have a first-rate schoolmistress now.  And we've started
 gymnastic exercises." "No, thank you, I won't have any more tea," said Levin, and
 conscious of doing a rude thing, but incapable of continuing the
 conversation, he got up, blushing.  "I hear a very interesting
 conversation," he added, and walked to the other end of the
 table, where Sviazhsky was sitting with the two gentlemen of the
 neighborhood.  Sviazhsky was sitting sideways, with one elbow on
 the table, and a cup in one hand, while with the other hand he
 gathered up his beard, held it to his nose and let it drop again,
 as though he were smelling it.  His brilliant black eyes were
 looking straight at the excited country gentleman with gray
 whiskers, and apparently he derived amusement from his remarks.
 The gentleman was complaining of the peasants.  It was evident to
 Levin that Sviazhsky knew an answer to this gentleman's
 complaints, which would at once demolish his whole contention,
 but that in his position he could not give utterance to this
 answer, and listened, not without pleasure, to the landowner's
 comic speeches. The gentleman with the gray whiskers was obviously an inveterate
 adherent of serfdom and a devoted agriculturist, who had lived
 all his life in the country.  Levin saw proofs of this in his
 dress, in the old-fashioned threadbare coat, obviously not his
 everyday attire, in his shrewd deep-set eyes, in his idiomatic,
 fluent Russian, in the imperious tone that had become habitual
 from long use, and in the resolute gestures of his large, red,
 sunburnt hands, with an old betrothal ring on the little finger. |