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Anna Karenina

Chapter 6

Mashkin Upland was mown, the last row finished, the
peasants had put on their coats and were gaily trudging
home. Levin got on his horse and, parting regretfully from
the peasants, rode homewards. On the hillside he looked
back; he could not see them in the mist that had risen
from the valley; he could only hear rough, good-humored
voices, laughter, and the sound of clanking scythes.
Sergey Ivanovitch had long ago finished dinner, and
was drinking iced lemon and water in his own room,
looking through the reviews and papers which he had
only just received by post, when Levin rushed into the
room, talking merrily, with his wet and matted hair
sticking to his forehead, and his back and chest grimed and
moist.
‘We mowed the whole meadow! Oh, it is nice,
delicious! And how have you been getting on?’ said Levin,
completely forgetting the disagreeable conversation of the
previous day.
‘Mercy! what do you look like!’ said Sergey Ivanovitch,
for the first moment looking round with some

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