| PART 3
Chapter 3
 (continued)"I don't think it important; it does not take hold of me, I
 can't help it," answered Levin, making out that what he saw was
 the bailiff, and that the bailiff seemed to be letting the
 peasants go off the ploughed land.  They were turning the plough
 over.  "Can they have finished ploughing?" he wondered. "Come, really though," said the elder brother, with a frown on
 his handsome, clever face, "there's a limit to everything.  It's
 very well to be original and genuine, and to dislike everything
 conventional--I know all about that; but really, what you're
 saying either has no meaning, or it has a very wrong meaning. 
 How can you think it a matter of no importance whether the
 peasant, whom you love as you assert..." "I never did assert it," thought Konstantin Levin. "...dies without help? The ignorant peasant-women starve the
 children, and the people stagnate in darkness, and are helpless
 in the hands of every village clerk, while you have at your
 disposal a means of helping them, and don't help them because to
 your mind it's of no importance." And Sergey Ivanovitch put before him the alternative: either you
 are so undeveloped that you can't see all that you can do, or you
 won't sacrifice your ease, your vanity, or whatever it is, to do
 it. Konstantin Levin felt that there was no course open to him but to
 submit, or to confess to a lack of zeal for the public good.  And
 this mortified him and hurt his feelings. "It's both," he said resolutely: "I don't see that it was
 possible..." "What! was it impossible, if the money were properly laid out, to
 provide medical aid?" "Impossible, as it seems to me....  For the three thousand square
 miles of our district, what with our thaws, and the storms, and
 the work in the fields, I don't see how it is possible to
 provide medical aid all over.  And besides, I don't believe in
 medicine." |