| PART 3
Chapter 4
 (continued)His pleasure was only disturbed by his row not being well cut.
 "I will swing less with my arm and more with my whole body," he
 thought, comparing Tit's row, which looked as if it had been cut
 with a line, with his own unevenly and irregularly lying grass. The first row, as Levin noticed, Tit had mowed specially quickly,
 probably wishing to put his master to the test, and the row
 happened to be a long one.  The next rows were easier, but still
 Levin had to strain every nerve not to drop behind the peasants. He thought of nothing, wished for nothing, but not to be left
 behind the peasants, and to do his work as well as possible.  He
 heard nothing but the swish of scythes, and saw before him Tit's
 upright figure mowing away, the crescent-shaped curve of the cut
 grass, the grass and flower heads slowly and rhythmically falling
 before the blade of his scythe, and ahead of him the end of the
 row, where would come the rest. Suddenly, in the midst of his toil, without understanding what it
 was or whence it came, he felt a pleasant sensation of chill on
 his hot, moist shoulders.  He glanced at the sky in the interval
 for whetting the scythes.  A heavy, lowering storm cloud had
 blown up, and big raindrops were falling.  Some of the peasants
 went to their coats and put them on; others--just like Levin
 himself--merely shrugged their shoulders, enjoying the pleasant
 coolness of it. Another row, and yet another row, followed--long rows and short
 rows, with good grass and with poor grass.  Levin lost all sense
 of time, and could not have told whether it was late or early
 now.  A change began to come over his work, which gave him
 immense satisfaction.  In the midst of his toil there were
 moments during which he forgot what he was doing, and it came all
 easy to him, and at those same moments his row was almost as
 smooth and well cut as Tit's.  But so soon as he recollected what
 he was doing, and began trying to do better, he was at once
 conscious of all the difficulty of his task, and the row was
 badly mown. |