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But Konstantin Levin found it dull sitting and listening to him,

especially when he knew that while he was away they would be

carting dung onto the fields not ploughed ready for it, and

heaping it all up anyhow; and would not screw the shares in the

ploughs, but would let them come off and then say that the new

ploughs were a silly invention, and there was nothing like the

old Andreevna plough, and so on.

"Come, you've done enough trudging about in the heat," Sergey

Ivanovitch would say to him.

"No, I must just run round to the counting-house for a minute,"

Levin would answer, and he would run off to the fields.

Chapter 2