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Anna Karenina

Levin had ended the row he was in a great heat, and he
stopped and gave up the sieve to Vassily.
‘Well, master, when summer’s here, mind you don’t
scold me for these rows,’ said Vassily.

‘Eh?’ said Levin cheerily, already feeling the effect of
his method.
‘Why, you’ll see in the summer time. It’ll look
different. Look you where I sowed last spring. How I did
work at it! I do my best, Konstantin Dmitrievitch, d’ye
see, as I would for my own father. I don’t like bad work
myself, nor would I let another man do it. What’s good
for the master’s good for us too. To look out yonder
now,’ said Vassily, pointing, ‘it does one’s heart good.’
‘It’s a lovely spring, Vassily.’
‘Why, it’s a spring such as the old men don’t remember
the like of. I was up home; an old man up there has sown
wheat too, about an acre of it. He was saying you
wouldn’t know it from rye.’
‘Have yo been sowing wheat long?’
‘Why, sir, it was you taught us the year before last. You
gave me two measures. We sold about eight bushels and
sowed a rood.’
‘Well, mind you crumble up the clods,’ said Levin,
going towards his horse, ‘and keep an eye on Mishka. And

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