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Anna Karenina

left. Straight along the avenue and you’ll come right upon
it. But whom do you want? The count himself?’
‘Well, are they at home, my good man?’ Darya
Alexandrovna said vaguely, not knowing how to ask about

Anna, even of this peasant.
‘At home for sure,’ said the peasant, shifting from one
bare foot to the other, and leaving a distinct print of five
toes and a heel in the dust. ‘Sure to be at home,’ he
repeated, evidently eager to talk. ‘Only yesterday visitors
arrived. There’s a sight of visitors come. What do you
want?’ He turned round and called to a lad, who was
shouting something to him from the cart. ‘Oh! They all
rode by here not long since, to look at a reaping machine.
They’ll be home by now. And who will you be belonging
to?..’
‘We’ve come a long way,’ said the coachman, climbing
onto the box. ‘So it’s not far?’
‘I tell you, it’s just here. As soon as you get out...’ he
said, keeping hold all the while of the carriage.
A healthy-looking, broad-shouldered young fellow
came up too.
‘What, is it laborers they want for the harvest?’ he
asked.
‘I don’t know, my boy.’

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