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Anna Karenina

bright, hot summer days had set in with short, dewy
nights.
The brothers had to drive through the woods to reach
the meadows. Sergey Ivanovitch was all the while

admiring the beauty of the woods, which were a tangled
mass of leaves, pointing out to his brother now an old lime
tree on the point of flowering, dark on the shady side, and
brightly spotted with yellow stipules, now the young
shoots of this year’s saplings brilliant with emerald.
Konstantin Levin did not like talking and hearing about
the beauty of nature. Words for him took away the beauty
of what he saw. He assented to what his brother said, but
he could not help beginning to think of other things.
When they came out of the woods, all his attention was
engrossed by the view of the fallow land on the upland, in
parts yellow with grass, in parts trampled and checkered
with furrows, in parts dotted with ridges of dung, and in
parts even ploughed. A string of carts was moving across
it. Levin counted the carts, and was pleased that all that
were wanted had been brought, and at the sight of the
meadows his thoughts passed to the mowing. He always
felt something special moving him to the quick at the hay-
making. On reaching the meadow Levin stopped the
horse.

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