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"Send to Sury, to Tchefirovka; if they don't come we must look

for them."

"Oh, I'll send, to be sure," said Vassily Fedorovitch

despondently. "But there are the horses, too, they're not good

for much."

"We'll get some more. I know, of course," Levin added laughing,

"you always want to do with as little and as poor quality as

possible; but this year I'm not going to let you have things your

own way. I'll see to everything myself."

"Why, I don't think you take much rest as it is. It cheers us up

to work under the master's eye...."

"So they're sowing clover behind the Birch Dale? I'll go and have

a look at them," he said, getting on to the little bay cob,

Kolpik, who was led up by the coachman.

"You can't get across the streams, Konstantin Dmitrievitch," the

coachman shouted.

"All right, I'll go by the forest."