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Anna Karenina

‘Eh, well. Our way’s to wait till St. Peter’s Day. But
you always mow sooner. Well, to be sure, please God, the
hay’s good. There’ll be plenty for the beasts.’
‘What do you think about the weather?’

‘That’s in God’s hands. Maybe it will be fine.’
Levin went up to his brother.
Sergey Ivanovitch had caught nothing, but he was not
bored, and seemed in the most cheerful frame of mind.
Levin saw that, stimulated by his conversation with the
doctor, he wanted to talk. Levin, on the other hand,
would have liked to get home as soon as possible to give
orders about getting together the mowers for next day,
and to set at rest his doubts about the mowing, which
greatly absorbed him.
‘Well, let’s be going,’ he said.
‘Why be in such a hurry? Let’s stay a little. But how
wet you are! Even though one catches nothing, it’s nice.
That’s the best thing about every part of sport, that one
has to do with nature. How exquisite this steely water is!’
said Sergey Ivanovitch. ‘These riverside banks always
remind me of the riddle—do you know it? ‘The grass says
to the water: we quiver and we quiver.’’
‘I don’t know the riddle,’ answered Levin wearily.

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