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Vassily pointed to the mark with his foot, and Levin went forward

as best he could, scattering the seed on the land. Walking was as

difficult as on a bog, and by the time Levin had ended the row he

was in a great heat, and he stopped and gave up the sieve to

Vassily.

"Well, master, when summer's here, mind you don't scold me for

these rows," said Vassily.

"Eh?" said Levin cheerily, already feeling the effect of his

method.

"Why, you'll see in the summer time. It'll look different. Look

you where I sowed last spring. How I did work at it! I do my

best, Konstantin Dmitrievitch, d'ye see, as I would for my own

father. I don't like bad work myself, nor would I let another man

do it. What's good for the master's good for us too. To look out

yonder now," said Vassily, pointing, "it does one's heart good."

"It's a lovely spring, Vassily."