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"No, thank you, I won't have any more tea," said Levin, and

conscious of doing a rude thing, but incapable of continuing the

conversation, he got up, blushing. "I hear a very interesting

conversation," he added, and walked to the other end of the

table, where Sviazhsky was sitting with the two gentlemen of the

neighborhood. Sviazhsky was sitting sideways, with one elbow on

the table, and a cup in one hand, while with the other hand he

gathered up his beard, held it to his nose and let it drop again,

as though he were smelling it. His brilliant black eyes were

looking straight at the excited country gentleman with gray

whiskers, and apparently he derived amusement from his remarks.

The gentleman was complaining of the peasants.