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作者: Leo Tolstoy

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In spite of the old man's complaints, it was evident that he was
proud, and justly proud, of his prosperity, proud of his sons,
his nephew, his sons' wives, his horses and his cows, and
especially of the fact that he was keeping all this farming
going. From his conversation with the old man, Levin thought he
was not averse to new methods either. He had planted a great many
potatoes, and his potatoes, as Levin had seen driving past, were
already past flowering and beginning to die down, while Levin's
were only just coming into flower. He earthed up his potatoes
with a modern plough borrowed from a neighboring landowner. He
sowed wheat. The trifling fact that, thinning out his rye, the
old man used the rye he thinned out for his horses, specially
struck Levin. How many times had Levin seen this splendid fodder
wasted, and tried to get it saved; but always it had turned out
to be impossible. The peasant got this done, and he could not say
enough in praise of it as food for the beasts.

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