| PART 3
Chapter 5
 (continued)Easy as it was to mow the wet, soft grass, it was hard work going
 up and down the steep sides of the ravine.  But this did not
 trouble the old man.  Swinging his scythe just as ever, and
 moving his feet in their big, plaited shoes with firm, little
 steps, he climbed slowly up the steep place, and though his
 breeches hanging out below his smock, and his whole frame
 trembled with effort, he did not miss one blade of grass or one
 mushroom on his way, and kept making jokes with the peasants and
 Levin.  Levin walked after him and often thought he must fall, as
 he climbed with a scythe up a steep cliff where it would have
 been hard work to clamber without anything.  But he climbed up
 and did what he had to do.  He felt as though some external force
 were moving him. |