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Anna Karenina

other a young fellow. Moving off from the steps, the old
man went up to the horses and began unharnessing them.
‘What have they been ploughing?’ asked Levin.
‘Ploughing up the potatoes. We rent a bit of land too.

Fedot, don’t let out the gelding, but take it to the trough,
and we’ll put the other in harness.’
‘Oh, father, the ploughshares I ordered, has he brought
them along?’ asked the big, healthy-looking fellow,
obviously the old man’s son.
‘There...in the outer room,’ answered the old man,
bundling together the harness he had taken off, and
flinging it on the ground. ‘You can put them on, while
they have dinner.’
The good-looking young woman came into the outer
room with the full pails dragging at her shoulders. More
women came on the scene from somewhere, young and
handsome, middle-aged, old and ugly, with children and
without children.
The samovar was beginning to sing; the laborers and
the family, having disposed of the horses, came in to
dinner. Levin, getting his provisions out of his carriage,
invited the old man to take tea with him.

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