| PART 3
Chapter 5
 (continued)"Come, master, dinner time!" he said briskly.  And on reaching
 the stream the mowers moved off across the lines of cut grass
 towards their pile of coats, where the children who had brought
 their dinners were sitting waiting for them.  The peasants
 gathered into groups--those further away under a cart, those
 nearer under a willow bush. Levin sat down by them; he felt disinclined to go away. All constraint with the master had disappeared long ago.  The
 peasants got ready for dinner.  Some washed, the young lads
 bathed in the stream, others made a place comfortable for a rest,
 untied their sacks of bread, and uncovered the pitchers of
 rye-beer.  The old man crumbled up some bread in a cup, stirred
 it with the handle of a spoon, poured water on it from the
 dipper, broke up some more bread, and having seasoned it with
 salt, he turned to the east to say his prayer. "Come, master, taste my sop," said he, kneeling down before the
 cup. The sop was so good that Levin gave up the idea of going home. 
 He dined with the old man, and talked to him about his family
 affairs, taking the keenest interest in them, and told him about
 his own affairs and all the circumstances that could be of
 interest to the old man.  He felt much nearer to him than to his
 brother, and could not help smiling at the affection he felt for
 this man.  When the old man got up again, said his prayer, and
 lay down under a bush, putting some grass under his head for a
 pillow, Levin did the same, and in spite of the clinging flies
 that were so persistent in the sunshine, and the midges that
 tickled his hot face and body, he fell asleep at once and only
 waked when the sun had passed to the other side of the bush and
 reached him.  The old man had been awake a long while, and was
 sitting up whetting the scythes of the younger lads. |