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Yazar: Leo Tolstoy

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Levin looked about him and hardly recognized the place,
everything was so changed. The immense stretch of meadow had been
mown and was sparkling with a peculiar fresh brilliance, with its
lines of already sweet-smelling grass in the slanting rays of the
evening sun. And the bushes about the river had been cut down,
and the river itself, not visible before, now gleaming like steel
in its bends, and the moving, ascending, peasants, and the sharp
wall of grass of the unmown part of the meadow, and the hawks
hovering over the stripped meadow-all was perfectly new. Raising
himself, Levin began considering how much had been cut and how
much more could still be done that day.

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