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Besides this, Konstantin Levin was not at his ease with his

brother, because in summer in the country Levin was continually

busy with work on the land, and the long summer day was not long

enough for him to get through all he had to do, while Sergey

Ivanovitch was taking a holiday. But though he was taking a

holiday now, that is to say, he was doing no writing, he was so

used to intellectual activity that he liked to put into concise

and eloquent shape the ideas that occurred to him, and liked to

have someone to listen to him. His most usual and natural

listener was his brother. And so in spite of the friendliness and

directness of their relations, Konstantin felt an awkwardness in

leaving him alone. Sergey Ivanovitch liked to stretch himself on

the grass in the sun, and to lie so, basking and chatting lazily.

"You wouldn't believe," he would say to his brother, "what a

pleasure this rural laziness is to me. Not an idea in one's

brain, as empty as a drum!"